Perhaps it wasn't Murielle's finest moment when accidentally mispronouncing a spell had an unconscious Original landing slap-bang in the middle of her home. Though at first this mistake may have seemed horrible, it leads to a whirlwind of a life tha...
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It struck Murielle that perhaps Niklaus wasn't the most literate of people given his definition of necessary. At it's pinnacle, a lot of things people attribute to being a necessity are not. And if you get down to a philosophical standpoint, nothing is ever really necessary. But that's besides the point because stabbing your own brother and placing him in a coffin is by no definition necessary.
"And Kol and Rebekah? Were they necessary too?" She asked, glancing back to the coffins behind her.
Klaus's eyes narrowed at her; for a recluse, she knew quite a lot. She hid quite a lot, storing up her information as a gambler does cards and waiting for the right moment to lay down the perfect one that would leave him penniless. And while his siblings' names weren't exactly an Ace or King, he found himself shocked by the ten.
Unconsciously, his eyes flitted to the two coffins in which those mentioned resided, although this wasn't a slip-up that Murielle noticed thankfully. He pushed his body away from the door frame to take slow, deliberate steps towards her. "How do you know of them?"
Murielle tensed; it was her craziness that let her know. To admit how was to admit to being that shrieking woman in asylums that many Halloween horrors revolved around. "You're recorded in history as siblings; I made an educated guess."
A half-truth.
Klaus raised a disbelieving eyebrow but made no further comment. He would respect her wish for privacy, for now. "You've come to rescue Finn, then? Come to be his knight in shining armour?"
He watched as she took a step away from him, backing up in a way that almost seemed wary or, dare he say, frightened. Half of her face was in shadow so he could not properly read her expression but it was certainly guarded. She then took another.
And another. And another.
Much to his ego's embarrassment, it wasn't until her hand actually lay on the lid of the coffin that he realised she hadn't been moving away in fear but rather in an attempt to get close enough to the coffins to open one.
In a split second, just before Murielle could lift up the lid, he was upon her. Her back was now to the wall of the room, her body caged by his own as darkness caressed their skin. She looked up at the blackness that was now Niklaus; she could feel him towering over her and could only just make out his figure doing so. If it weren't for his hands being on either side of her body, brushing up against her arms, it would've been quite difficult to notice.
Klaus himself was staring down at Murielle's shadow beneath him. Had caging her to the wall to prevent her from opening the coffin been over the top? Maybe. Did that then mean he regretted doing so? Not at all; it still felt like the best course of action.
"Nik." Murielle breathed out, not daring to move from their position lest something more scandalous arise from that.
"Yes?" He said almost dazedly. Take him back to when she didn't have such a hold over his actions and reactions, to before they met when his world... Was worse. No he wouldn't trade it. Even if he felt like a fool standing against, as he had done to many people before feeling in complete control only to now feel like a fish out of water. Like with every breath he took, he was messing it up, making a fool of himself in front of a goddess made mortal.
