The Perfect Mikaelson's

113|| Abbie 🧁

Abbie

I fear I might need to start taking antipsychotics or seek out that supernatural anger management Elijah once looked into. Out of all the fires I should be putting out, this wasn't wasn't even at the top of my list. For all I care, Elijah could pout until the cows come home and I still wouldn't give in. He's the one acting like a child. Not me or Klaus.

He's at least done being petty. He holds the office door open for me, which I take full advantage of and pick up his pettiness. I stride over to his desk, sitting down in his chair and waiting patiently for him to accept the dynamic change.

Call it petty or childish, but he's brought this upon himself. If I'm having to rely on Klaus to be my sounding board, we've hit rock bottom.

When he turns to face me, he doesn't even react. He just simply moves to stand in front of the desk, his hands lazily tucked into his pockets.

After a few moments of just us staring at each other, he looks away first. A small grunt of disapproval leaves his lips, as he moves around one arm chair and sits down.

"I've seen and dealt with your tantrums first hand, Abigail. I'd say I'm quite disappointed in the lack of enthusiasm this time around." He says casually, grabbing his book from the desk.

Is he seriously trying to taunt me right now? Of all people, Elijah would be the last to taunt me. He knows it does no good in the long run. I guess that just shows how fall we really have fallen.

I don't bother to respond. I just cock an eyebrow up, before glancing over at the bookshelf, picking a book and bringing it to me. I could've bound him to the chair and gotten up to get it, but this works just as well. Why exert myself anymore?

We read our respective books in silence, both of us refusing to break first. I don't need to break though. Elijah already has.

I've seen him read a plethora of grimlores and spell books. He takes his time reading them, learning and understanding it. Had we not been turned into Vampries, I have no doubt Elijah would've exceeded most of us. Most. I honed my magic at a young age, and was practicing more advanced spells by the time I was 13.

Elijah stopped practicing at age ten. Right around the time I started to show potential.

Which is how I know he's not actually reading. Not as intently anyways. He normally takes 6 to 8 minutes per page, upwards of 15 depending on the language it's written in. Right now, he's not spending more than 5 minutes on either page, when I know the book is written in ancient Celtic Welsh.

He thinks this is bad, things are about to get much worse for him.

The doors open behind him, closing soon after. I'm pulling out my laptop because I know reading is useless at this point.

"Abbie Kate, do you know your husband is sulking around the house?" I type in my password, before looking over at Klaus. "And why are you stalking Derek?" He makes a face, waving his hand around. "I don't like the way he walks around here like he owns the place. Maybe I should remind him whose house this is."

"Mhm.." I hum, pulling up the spreadsheet we use to make our grocery lists. "If you do, let me know. I have a few things that might resolve."

We lapse into silence, Klaus perusing the many bookshelves, me making shopping lists and Elijah still pretending to read. He keeps it up, I might have to drag Avery up here.

"Aurora seemed to have it out for Avery at the dinner." I break the silence, looking over at Klaus briefly. He finally picked a book to read. Actually reading it.

"Nothing neither of them couldn't handle. I'll be sure to remind both of them of their place."

"I think Avery put Aurora in hers." The corner of his lip twitches, but he doesn't comment. Well, not on that, at least. "You seemed to have done the same with Lucien. Can I assume that bridge is burned?"