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THE NEXT MORNING, Klaus' body had definitely became accustomed to his drunken endeavors from last night. By the time he woke up, he felt sluggish and began to stumble around the compound.
But, he was able to become steady once more after getting ready for the day. He obviously drank anything other than alcohol to sober up. Although, it was the stereotypical British tea that certainly matched his accent. And, of course Elijah was the one to help him get back to speed in no time. Even if he was the one to knock him out the night before.
The two Mikaelson brothers had been there for each other for the last millenium, certainly before their transition as well. Elijah was the one who usually cleaned up the messes while Klaus' is the one who causes the messes in the first place. Although, both Klaus and Elijah were quite the duo along with the rest of their family. But, as of now, there was only so little Elijah could do to help his brother. It certainly was not some mess either of them could fix or mend easily, it was something that had to be trudged through, in a sense.
Quickly after he drank his tea, Klaus had sped off to his favorite room. The art room. He had dedicated one of the compund's many rooms to art. Klaus always loved art. Ever since he was a child in fact. It was a sanctuary for him and it always seemed to relieve him of his troubles.
Once he was able to start painting, he went at it. He painted with furious strokes along with impatient ones. He tries to clear his mind for inspiration so he can paint yet another master piece, but much to his dismay, he was distracted. He couldn't think of anything except for the night before. It infuriated him that some girl, a random girl, could think he was weak. It was like she knew him, talking to him almost as if...she knew how to talk him down. But, obviously, it didn't work. He still lashed out at her even when she attemoted to calm him down. Now, with his paintings, he only thought of her. Resulting in paintings of her. Well, partial paintings. They're never finished seeing as he can never truly remember her face but he also tears the painting down before it's finished.
An hour after getting himself together, he stood before a canvas with a woman painted upon it. A woman of light complexion and brown locks that rivaled the grounds of earh. The thing is, he only had painted the base of the woman. Only her body, which practically contained her voluminous hair and fair skin but no defining features such as her eyes or freckles, anything like that. He continues to think of her yet he can't remember what she actually looks like. And, with that, he becomes furious once again. He raises his hand to tear the canvas again and it flass to the ground along with the other ruined canvas'.
As soon as he does, Elijah walks into the room. He quickly notices the several torn canvas' across the room. He sighs at the sight but then picks one of them up. He looks at the torn canvas and studies it, noticing there's something different about it. Before last night, Klaus had been painting either Hope or Hayley with Hope. Now, he was trying to paint some girl. Emphasis on the 'trying' part. It was obvious they weren't finished and he could tell that's what angered him.
