In the
beauty of the manor, Klaus helped me get to know him better by sharing about
his relationship with his siblings. It was strange how he stiffened the second
I asked him to tell me about them. But eventually, he grins at me, and talks
like a parrot.
“Elijah
is the oldest. He is the moral one amongst us siblings. He would always stand
for what's right, even if he had to turn his back on us. However, he somehow
manages to make it up to us in his own strange way. Family is greatly important
to him.” He gave me a wolfish grin and continued, “Second is Finn. He is the
most,” he paused, “well, for the lack of better words, troubled. He is always
so paranoid about everything. He takes insignificant things and turn them into
a whole new kind of danger. The introvert that he is hates the fact that I
possess this much power over the town.
“I would
be third of the Mikaelson men — apart from the dead.”
I raise
an eyebrow at him in curiosity, “Apart from the dead? Did someone die?”
He frowns,
bowing his head in the process. Something about the way he looks seem pitiable.
I don't quite get it, but the way he bowed his head made my heart clench. “I
had an older brother. His name was Aaron, but he died a long time ago.” Saying
that, he raised his head, giving me a smile.
That
smile would probably have made me smile too, but I couldn't make myself do it.
It's so sad, “I'm sorry. What happened to him?” I asked.
He sighs,
not with sadness but rather frustration. “Too many centuries ago to matter.”
Centuries?
What is it with this man and exaggerations? Why does he always use centuries?
If he used years, it would still mean all the same, but he just always had to
make it sound a lot worse with centuries. “Okay,” I said, letting go of the
matter. “And how would you describe yourself?”
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