Reckoned With✔️| 𝐾𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑠 𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑜𝑛 {2}

45|Immortality

|third person pov|

On Niklaus' third walk past his, and Nora's shared room, his body reluctantly stopped to look at her.

The brightness in the room called out to him, as the morning sun diluted once it met with the beige curtains, but it didn't stop her from glowing any less.

To him, she looked like an angel in their natural state.

The white sheets, and pillow cases made it seem as if she were floating up in the clouds, and the tones in her hair contrasted so much so that it made her look even more unique. 

He wanted to wake her up with everything in him, just to see the way her hazel eyes turned prominently green in the light, but even he knew that an angel does not belong in hell.

For this was not his first pass my the room, but he didn't dare bother her knowing of the long night she had. What does the all-mighty Klaus Mikaelson do when his life is sleeping before his eyes; why he paints her of course. 

Only he already had already pained her a few hours before in the early morning, when it was clear that she wasn't waking up anytime soon. He set his art stand up just right outside of the room, not wanting to wake her up with any loud movements.

With every brush stroke he mapped out the beautiful design. But in turn he morphed the bedding around her into white fluffy clouds, like the ones he imagined. He pained everything, down to each strand of hair, and a glimpse of her bare upper chest that got exposed due to her wild sleeping patterns.

But this time, he finally stepped in. Walking over to her side of the room, he grabbed the chair that rested by her vanity and pulled it up snug to the edge of the bed. He sat patiently, though her back was facing him he didn't mind the view.

His mind raced with the words that he wanted to say to her when she awoke, if they were the right words. He had so many things planned, so many things to say. And for the first time in his life, he was getting cold feet.

His thoughts were put on hold once he heard the sound of the sheets tousling, his eyes never left her. Nora's body lifted off the bed as she stretched her muscles in deep relaxation. She flipped on her side to where Klaus was, and he smiled when he noticed her eyes were still closed.

Feeling the sense of somebody watching her, she blinked, and did a double take when she saw him no more than two feet away from her.

She jumped out of her sleep, sweeping her hair out of her face so she could see him properly.

"Hello." His voice sounded sweet and innocent, like the morning sun. It was calming, enough to make her want to fall back asleep.

"Hi." Her voice sounded the opposite of his; high pitched and dry like she hadn't had a drink of water in days.

Her head swiveled over to her nightstand and her eyebrows scrunched when she read the digital clock.

12:14 p.m.

"How long have you been awake?" Her voice sounded a little bit better, but it still wasn't hers.

"Only a few hours."

She held the cover over herself with one arm sitting up, as he stood up from his place on the chair, but her movements stopped when she looked over at his side of the room. There were two long tables, with velvet table cloths laid across them.

On top of the cloths multiple plates covered with metal cloches were spread out, along with clear glasses filled with every type of juice you could think of. And on the end, donuts.