Of course, none of those parameters mean much on a ravaged planet such as this.
( Klaus does not reply to that as this is clearly the end to this conversation.
He pulls out two pans they can use. His style here is more minimalist than anything due to Kol and he not going furniture shopping before Kol disappeared. But, he'd taken certain afternoons to slowly furnish so it at least looks like he lives there. it's not to his aesthetic but there are certain touches. A sconce here - that doesn't of course work, it's more for decoration. And something he electronically 'painted' on his wall above the dining room table. Blues and greens with hints of red underneath. Abstract in design.
He doesn't turn yet, but then he hears the polite knock. Klaus joins him at the door that's ajar and opens it wider, inviting him inside. )
I see you found my brother's apartment all right. Formerly. ( He can't remember if he'd mentioned to Tim that his brother had left only the month before. But now is as good a time as any. ) Come in, come in. I'd say make yourself at home, but it hardly resembles anything homely - perhaps to any of us. It does lack our creature comforts.
( He retrieves a wine glass he'd filled to hand it to Tim - attempting a swap of sorts. Tim's bags for this glass of wine. )
[ Now he's actually here, Tim's starting to feel a little nervous, but only because โ and this is a new feeling altogether โ he wants Klaus to enjoy this. The whole reason he sent him that message in the first place is because he just had fucking brain surgery, so Tim figures if he wants to be anything other than a nuisance at best and needlessly cruel at worst, he's going to have to deploy some tact. Maybe think about shit before he just says it.
Anyway. He's down groceries and up wine. He shuts the door behind him and trails in after Klaus, trying to look around enough that demonstrates interest but not too much, which feels to him like it's nosy. ]
Your brother's place? [ For some reason, he gives his wine a sniff first, as if he's going to be able to catch notes of anything other than grape. It just smells like wine. He has a sip. Tastes like it too. ] Where'd he go?
( Klaus takes the groceries in hand, bringing them to the kitchen. He begins to empty the provided provisions. )
Well, your guess is as good as mine. From what I'm told, back from whence he came.
( He lights the electric stove, heating one pan first, before undoing the top of the bag holding the shrimp. )
If you're worried it's a sore subject, I hear it just "happens." I myself am taking my second trip through this future and I don't remember my first trip round this sun.
( He pauses, noting that the shrimp are deveined. Not this choice, but easier and it means the heat under the pan won't need to be shut off. )
Not that I have plans any time soon to up and dessert my daughter. Kol always did have a knack for the dramatic exit. Even here. How's the wine?
( Mediocre, he guesses. Tim doesn't much like wine. But, he asks, anyway. )
[ He should probably take off his jacket or something, but he's caught for a minute watching Klaus's back, the angles of him as he bends his head. Klaus asked him a question and for a little while he really can't remember what it was; it takes another sip of wine for his memory to jog. ]
Winey, [ he says, simply. He's gonna drink it. ] You need a hand? I can handle a knife without bein' a danger to myself or others.
Sure. [ Tim puts down his glass on the counter, and shrugs off his coat, leaving it on the table for now, and then goes to wash his hands. He doesn't say anything for a little while as he's starting to chop their vegetables, focusing on his hands so he isn't caught up staring anywhere else. ]
Is your brother just gone, the way people just go around here? [ Tim asks lightly. ] 'Cause if he just ran off or somethin' I could give you a hand. It was my job back home, findin' people.
( As Tim washes his hands, Klaus arranges the shrimp in a low roasting pan, strictly to season evenly. He goes about his task. )
Truthfully, we don't know. We think, like others, he is - when we think he's from, back in New Orleans. But, if the truth is more sinister... ( He sets the spices aside again, lifting the pan and shaking it slightly. It probably looks silly. But, it's a technique. ) I believe he took our father's name again, Mikaelson. And he was last seen in New Beijing at dinner with his family. I suppose he could still be there. He has a tendency to up and desert his family from time to time. He had't... experienced as much as Hope and I have, enough that I believe he would make a different choice.
[ Tim frowns as he takes that all in, although it's mostly because he's concentrating on an even chop. ] Law of large numbers says he's probably gone back where y'all came from, [ he says evenly. ] But y'know, I'm kinda curious about that whole thing. Goin' back. Like, what makes it happen? Who's makin' that call?
( He sets down the roasting pan and tilts his head, turning the flame down under the pan. He holds a hand over the top, feeling the heat.
Kol was playing by someone's rules (Cassius') so he'd accomplished something. He wasn't sitting back and not fulfilling his directive. By that standard, Klaus had turned him down. )
Could it be the magic sustaining his presence had ceased. Or, would we all be returned. ( He doesn't know. He takes a sip from his wine, though, watching Tim chop. He is precise. )
[ Tim's loosely aware that Klaus is watching him, but it's not an entirely unpleasant feeling, which he's happy to take in. ] I can't believe you just said magic like that, [ he says around a little smile. ]
(made me? He stops, because he hasn't divulged this to Tim and apparently, he feels comfortable enough with him to simply speak of it off the cuff like so. He pauses, considering what he'll say. It's possible Tim might beat him to a response. Because he is in fact caught and it's not an easy sentence to talk his way out of. )
[ Tim waits, because it sounded like Klaus was going to finish that with something, but maybe not. He looks up from the counter, eyebrows lifted expectantly. ] About...? [ he prompts, gently. ]
( He stands, his glass in hand. He sips, looking at Tim over the rim. He sets his glass down and taps the stove one more time to turn the flame another setting lower to simmer. )
[ He's never going to get over 'Timothy', probably; nobody calls him that, not even his mom, not even his dad when he was alive. The only time he's ever been called it that he can remember is when someone was pinning a medal on his lapel.
And now Klaus.
Tim feels a little like he's being given a pop quiz, and he straightens up too, splaying one hand out on the counter with the heel of his hand pushing down a little so he can lean. ]
I can do that thing where you pretend like you pulled a coin outta somebody's ear.
( He smiles at that, tapping the oven again, turning the flame up and holding his hand over to feel the temperature. )
And if I said, I was magic?
( That's said into his wine glass. It's a half-truth. He was made by magic. Born a werewolf but he and his siblings were made into something greater. )
( His eyebrows go up at that as he sets his glass down. That settles that, then. He's about to ask if Tim wants him to, but he thinks he knows the answer. And he's turned the tables on him too many times to know he shuts down. So, he decides to give him a little information at a time, which also gives Tim the out in case he ever wants it.
He pours the shrimp over the olive oil, filing the pan he's heated. )
Magic, like, my mother thought she'd protect me and my other siblings - and our father - and she made me what I am. With magic. Because, she was a witch.
[ The thing is that objectively Tim knows, he knows that there are all sorts of people around here. Hell, according to Nate there are vampires running around. But there's something about hearing that that makes him throw up a couple blinders, mostly for the sake of self preservation. He chops steadily, measuring his reactions by the slow, even thud of the knife hitting the chopping board. ]
Like a real witch? Not one of those astrology types with the healin' crystals?
( He watches Tim as the mood shifts from flirtin' with me to questions and chopping. )
Timothy. ( He roaches out, finger gently brushing Tim's arm and trying to still his wrist. ) I know you've sussed out a few inconsistencies with my childhood and perhaps my accent. My ... traveling. If you wish, you can ask me. About any of it. Something about you disarms me and I find I can trust you. And, if at any time this is too overwhelming. You can leave. Although, I will be disappointed I'll have to eat this shrimp myself. And, if you take your leave I can't go about flirting with you, now can I?
[ The second Klaus's finger touches his wrist, Tim goes very still, the methodical movement of his chopping abruptly halted. He wonders for a second if Klaus can see the way his heart is thudding all of a sudden, not fast but just louder, like his whole body is thrumming with his pulse. If Klaus wasn't wearing gloves, and Tim's shirt wasn't long-sleeved, he wonders what the hell he would've sent over his way, and what Klaus would have given to him in return.
It's a lot to take in on its own, the implication that there's something to question, that Tim has to ask things to understand Klaus, and perhaps strangest of all, the outright confession that Klaus trusts him, for whatever reason. He swallows, thinly, and flexes his grip on the knife before he sets it down. ]
I'm not gonna go, [ he says, carefully. If nothing else, he's just too curious at this point. ] Are you magic like your momma was?
[ Why he says that and not 'mother' or even 'mom', he isn't sure, but it's out there now. ]
( It's the gloves he's wearing that makes him be so open, so physical. But, in truth he's a physical person. And if Tim's long sleeves were shorter or Klaus' gloves off, Klaus may not have hesitated.
He doesn't move his hand however, keeping their covered contact. )
I have no access to real magic, but everything I am is directly because of that magic. ( He lets go then, bringing his hand back. ) I could tell you our entire story, one event into the next, or I can answer more questions. It may come off as a lecture of sorts and that isn't my intention.
[ He wants to ask questions, a lot of them, but the issue is that he doesn't really know where to start. Frowning a little, he sniffs, lifting his head, fixing Klaus with a serious look that isn't overtly hostile. ] Can we finish cookin' first?
( This he has no problem with, removing his hand finally and returning to his task. He finishes the shrimp in the pan, tilting so the olive oil reaches every piece. He turns the shrimp as they go. At times, he does look to Tim, watches him shop or prepare the vegetables he'd chopped in the pan Klaus provided. At one point, Klaus puts the top of his pan to steam a little but and keep the shrimp juicy as he takes another sip from his wine, again, glancing at Tim behind his back.
It's not long before their ready and he pours them over a colander. Taking it in his hand, he shakes, letting the excess oil out before collecting them into a bowl and moving that bowl to the square-shaped dining room table. )
[ In the quiet, Tim has a lot of time to think. This whole place is so fucking weird and he never gives himself enough rope on that score. It's weird, and most of the people here are from worlds so far removed from his own that he can't even begin to comprehend it. Maybe having similar comprehension issues with the world that he now lives in is what's keeping him from just dissolving entirely โ it's like a barrier, somehow, keeping him from a complete mental breakdown.
So by the time the food is ready, Tim's... not exactly clear-headed on things, but significantly less unsteady. He has another sip of his wine, which tastes fine, actually, it's nothing special but he can stomach it, and turns around to lean against the counter. Sitting down at the table seems presumptuous, somehow.
He's not terrible at interrogating people. That's not to say he wants this to be an interrogation, but it's how he feels comfortable. If Klaus is going to blindside him, on purpose or otherwise, then he doesn't want to just roll over to that. ]
Okay. You said everythin' you are is because of magic. What are you?
( There food is on the table, their pans on the stove. They stand, oddly in two separate places, but in the same apartment. So, Klaus waits. He doesn't sit yet, either.
He asks a very direct question, so Klaus gives a direct answer. )
I was born a werewolf, although my father and siblings were not aware. My mother had had an affair with a man in the neighboring village. Not long after settling in Virginia, by way of Norway, our brother Henrik died. On the night of the full moon, I'd taken him out of our village. You can guess what happened. Our mother was distraught, and determined not to lose any more of her children. She made it so that our lives couldn't end. There was no word for it then, but I believe the term you may have heard of to be, vampire. ( He knows the term, he just doesn't know how pop-culture obsessed Tim is, or if vampires exist in his reality. ) I'm half werewolf, half vampire. I called myself a hybrid. The hybrid.
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Date: 2020-01-30 06:34 am (UTC)( Klaus does not reply to that as this is clearly the end to this conversation.
He pulls out two pans they can use. His style here is more minimalist than anything due to Kol and he not going furniture shopping before Kol disappeared. But, he'd taken certain afternoons to slowly furnish so it at least looks like he lives there. it's not to his aesthetic but there are certain touches. A sconce here - that doesn't of course work, it's more for decoration. And something he electronically 'painted' on his wall above the dining room table. Blues and greens with hints of red underneath. Abstract in design.
He doesn't turn yet, but then he hears the polite knock. Klaus joins him at the door that's ajar and opens it wider, inviting him inside. )
I see you found my brother's apartment all right. Formerly. ( He can't remember if he'd mentioned to Tim that his brother had left only the month before. But now is as good a time as any. ) Come in, come in. I'd say make yourself at home, but it hardly resembles anything homely - perhaps to any of us. It does lack our creature comforts.
( He retrieves a wine glass he'd filled to hand it to Tim - attempting a swap of sorts. Tim's bags for this glass of wine. )
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Date: 2020-01-31 05:13 am (UTC)Anyway. He's down groceries and up wine. He shuts the door behind him and trails in after Klaus, trying to look around enough that demonstrates interest but not too much, which feels to him like it's nosy. ]
Your brother's place? [ For some reason, he gives his wine a sniff first, as if he's going to be able to catch notes of anything other than grape. It just smells like wine. He has a sip. Tastes like it too. ] Where'd he go?
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Date: 2020-01-31 05:21 am (UTC)Well, your guess is as good as mine. From what I'm told, back from whence he came.
( He lights the electric stove, heating one pan first, before undoing the top of the bag holding the shrimp. )
If you're worried it's a sore subject, I hear it just "happens." I myself am taking my second trip through this future and I don't remember my first trip round this sun.
( He pauses, noting that the shrimp are deveined. Not this choice, but easier and it means the heat under the pan won't need to be shut off. )
Not that I have plans any time soon to up and dessert my daughter. Kol always did have a knack for the dramatic exit. Even here. How's the wine?
( Mediocre, he guesses. Tim doesn't much like wine. But, he asks, anyway. )
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Date: 2020-02-01 08:23 pm (UTC)Winey, [ he says, simply. He's gonna drink it. ] You need a hand? I can handle a knife without bein' a danger to myself or others.
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Date: 2020-02-01 08:33 pm (UTC)Please.
( He pulls out a cutting board and then sets one of the knives from the block ontop of it. )
Would you like to chop the vegetables, Timothy?
( There's enough room in his kitchen that Klaus can sauteรฉ the shrimp and Tim can get to work on the vegetables. )
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Date: 2020-02-02 04:10 am (UTC)Is your brother just gone, the way people just go around here? [ Tim asks lightly. ] 'Cause if he just ran off or somethin' I could give you a hand. It was my job back home, findin' people.
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Date: 2020-02-02 04:30 am (UTC)Truthfully, we don't know. We think, like others, he is - when we think he's from, back in New Orleans. But, if the truth is more sinister... ( He sets the spices aside again, lifting the pan and shaking it slightly. It probably looks silly. But, it's a technique. ) I believe he took our father's name again, Mikaelson. And he was last seen in New Beijing at dinner with his family. I suppose he could still be there. He has a tendency to up and desert his family from time to time. He had't... experienced as much as Hope and I have, enough that I believe he would make a different choice.
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Date: 2020-02-05 05:58 am (UTC)( He sets down the roasting pan and tilts his head, turning the flame down under the pan. He holds a hand over the top, feeling the heat.
Kol was playing by someone's rules (Cassius') so he'd accomplished something. He wasn't sitting back and not fulfilling his directive. By that standard, Klaus had turned him down. )
Could it be the magic sustaining his presence had ceased. Or, would we all be returned. ( He doesn't know. He takes a sip from his wine, though, watching Tim chop. He is precise. )
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Date: 2020-02-05 06:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-05 06:11 am (UTC)( made me? He stops, because he hasn't divulged this to Tim and apparently, he feels comfortable enough with him to simply speak of it off the cuff like so. He pauses, considering what he'll say. It's possible Tim might beat him to a response. Because he is in fact caught and it's not an easy sentence to talk his way out of. )
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Date: 2020-02-05 06:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-05 06:20 am (UTC)What do you know of magic, Timothy?
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Date: 2020-02-05 06:28 am (UTC)And now Klaus.
Tim feels a little like he's being given a pop quiz, and he straightens up too, splaying one hand out on the counter with the heel of his hand pushing down a little so he can lean. ]
I can do that thing where you pretend like you pulled a coin outta somebody's ear.
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Date: 2020-02-05 06:31 am (UTC)And if I said, I was magic?
( That's said into his wine glass. It's a half-truth. He was made by magic. Born a werewolf but he and his siblings were made into something greater. )
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Date: 2020-02-05 06:40 am (UTC)He pours the shrimp over the olive oil, filing the pan he's heated. )
Magic, like, my mother thought she'd protect me and my other siblings - and our father - and she made me what I am. With magic. Because, she was a witch.
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Date: 2020-02-05 06:45 am (UTC)Like a real witch? Not one of those astrology types with the healin' crystals?
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Date: 2020-02-05 06:50 am (UTC)( He watches Tim as the mood shifts from flirtin' with me to questions and chopping. )
Timothy. ( He roaches out, finger gently brushing Tim's arm and trying to still his wrist. ) I know you've sussed out a few inconsistencies with my childhood and perhaps my accent. My ... traveling. If you wish, you can ask me. About any of it. Something about you disarms me and I find I can trust you. And, if at any time this is too overwhelming. You can leave. Although, I will be disappointed I'll have to eat this shrimp myself. And, if you take your leave I can't go about flirting with you, now can I?
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Date: 2020-02-05 07:10 am (UTC)It's a lot to take in on its own, the implication that there's something to question, that Tim has to ask things to understand Klaus, and perhaps strangest of all, the outright confession that Klaus trusts him, for whatever reason. He swallows, thinly, and flexes his grip on the knife before he sets it down. ]
I'm not gonna go, [ he says, carefully. If nothing else, he's just too curious at this point. ] Are you magic like your momma was?
[ Why he says that and not 'mother' or even 'mom', he isn't sure, but it's out there now. ]
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Date: 2020-02-05 07:17 am (UTC)He doesn't move his hand however, keeping their covered contact. )
I have no access to real magic, but everything I am is directly because of that magic. ( He lets go then, bringing his hand back. ) I could tell you our entire story, one event into the next, or I can answer more questions. It may come off as a lecture of sorts and that isn't my intention.
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Date: 2020-02-06 03:45 am (UTC)( This he has no problem with, removing his hand finally and returning to his task. He finishes the shrimp in the pan, tilting so the olive oil reaches every piece. He turns the shrimp as they go. At times, he does look to Tim, watches him shop or prepare the vegetables he'd chopped in the pan Klaus provided. At one point, Klaus puts the top of his pan to steam a little but and keep the shrimp juicy as he takes another sip from his wine, again, glancing at Tim behind his back.
It's not long before their ready and he pours them over a colander. Taking it in his hand, he shakes, letting the excess oil out before collecting them into a bowl and moving that bowl to the square-shaped dining room table. )
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Date: 2020-02-07 05:50 am (UTC)So by the time the food is ready, Tim's... not exactly clear-headed on things, but significantly less unsteady. He has another sip of his wine, which tastes fine, actually, it's nothing special but he can stomach it, and turns around to lean against the counter. Sitting down at the table seems presumptuous, somehow.
He's not terrible at interrogating people. That's not to say he wants this to be an interrogation, but it's how he feels comfortable. If Klaus is going to blindside him, on purpose or otherwise, then he doesn't want to just roll over to that. ]
Okay. You said everythin' you are is because of magic. What are you?
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Date: 2020-02-07 06:07 am (UTC)He asks a very direct question, so Klaus gives a direct answer. )
I was born a werewolf, although my father and siblings were not aware. My mother had had an affair with a man in the neighboring village. Not long after settling in Virginia, by way of Norway, our brother Henrik died. On the night of the full moon, I'd taken him out of our village. You can guess what happened. Our mother was distraught, and determined not to lose any more of her children. She made it so that our lives couldn't end. There was no word for it then, but I believe the term you may have heard of to be, vampire. ( He knows the term, he just doesn't know how pop-culture obsessed Tim is, or if vampires exist in his reality. ) I'm half werewolf, half vampire. I called myself a hybrid. The hybrid.
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