Elijah’s eyes grew wide and he chuckled. “Your Rebekah and mine are… the same. She is much easier to get along with if simply given her way. She is happy, so we’re all happy. Well, most of us.”
He took the camera to study the girl in the photo. Younger than the Rebekah now, in this space, but he recognized her. More polished than the girl in the photo, but the same. And he knew her a thousand years ago as well. “She’s always been pouty,” he mused as he returned the phone. “I’ve none of my sister on my device at the moment. Sadly.”
“It matters not why she was angry. If she is like mine… well, the storms are violent, but they pass quickly. Relatively so.”
“Well, you are a person. You draw to make you happy. That is just as noble.” It was a concept he understood. “I write. In a journal, nothing other than my day to day thoughts oftentimes, but if I do not get it out, my mind feels… full. Too full.”
Nik nodded.
“That’s what I mean, I hate it when I can’t draw for a while. When there’s no time or I can’t sit down – I really hate it.”
And how cool would that be? To read Elijah’s book? Read about things that happened a hundred years ago, things he’d seen with his own eyes? History. Something Nik had never really been interested in – he had always lived in the here and now, always cared about the presence and tried to leave the past behind – but now that a part of it was literally sitting in front of him he was curious.
“I don’t feel noble at all,” he grinned, taking a sip of his drink. “But I really want to meet her. And Kol.”
Although, maybe that wasn’t a good idea. He couldn’t say why, but the idea of meeting an alternate universe version of his unpredictable little brother was making him feel nervous.
“Or… you know, maybe not. We didn’t really – I mean, not that he would know about it, but my Kol and I, we had sort of a falling out and I haven’t talked to him for a year. Is… How is your Kol? How do he and Klaus get along?”
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