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chapter twenty-five. haunter of ruins
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ISAAC WAS ALWAYS a rather inquisitive child, it was what was known about him, and it was something in which Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah, Freya and Kol were supposed to get to know of him. Esme knew that there was a clutter of people awaiting to meet him, after he had his shower and munched down his breakfast, what the Browne wasn't aware of was that her son was very much aware of the guests that they had within their home. He was eager and knew he couldn't wait for his mother help with the introductions that led to him wandering through the house. Living there for five years with a specific five people in his life should've made him shy away from meeting anyone else, but yet he was awfully bored with the five he only knew, and he wanted to expand on who he knew.
His father, Klaus Mikaelson, had his attention on the garden, noticing how there were objects all over the house that resembled either Isaac or Hope, all in which he had missed. Hopefully the day ahead was the time where he was going to be able to get to know them, to get a fraction of the time he had missed. His thoughts were deep on his children as Kol had rambled, he feared for his life, proven by how frantic he was since they had woken and which brought Oscar irritation while resting on the railing beside his father, being a somewhat silent comfort.
"What's the holdup?" Kol quizzed thinking that his siblings would have the same thought as he, that revolved around them running away, putting a big distance between themselves and Marcel. "All right, we rescued, Nik, we escaped mortal danger." He listed and he surprised that they had managed to survive it all. "Why are not on a private jet to Saint-Tropez?" Oscar raised a brow at his uncle who had been handed a mimosa before snatching the newspaper within Elijah's grasp. "You can catch up on the last five years when we're on our way. I assure you, you haven't missed much."
Though Elijah knew he couldn't consider the suggestion that Kol was placing on the table, given where they stood and who they still had to meet. "Circumstances have changed. We will leave here soon enough."
"We have our niece and nephew to consider." Rebekah reminded and the man was very much aware of the two little children bringing him to sipping on his glass of mimosa.
"Kol has a point." Freya chimed causing Oscar's eyes to flicker towards his aunt. "We need to put an ocean between us and Marcel Gerard as soon as possible."
"We're not going anywhere today." Klaus had broken his silence, pulling attention towards him. "I want one day of peace with my son and daughter before we uproot them."
Freya was quick to protest. "Any delay is a risk."
"It's just one day, Aunt Freya." Oscar spoke as he rested off of the railing where she had leant too. "Look, we're in the middle of nowhere, the house is cloaked with my magic, and best of all we weren't followed."
