( So, maybe she obsesses. Because she went straight to Josie and has been stewing, wondering if she's going to come off as sex-crazed, and Landon's hit the books.
And now she regrets saying it like that.
So, she'll ease into 'What is up,' by taking a seat next to him. )
Just some stuff on medieval monks thinking St. Michael was the second coming of the angel. [But he leans toward her as she settles, flipping his book back open.]
Any idea how to pronounce this guy's name? [His finger slides over to "Ælfric."]
My gut says Eric. But, I didn't ace Old English. Ancient Sumerian, I aced. ( She settles against him. It's so easy here on the floor. It's almost like they're back in his dorm. And not in hell. ) So. What happened to maybe Eric?
Eric it is. [ it makes out as much sense as anything else might be. ]
Seems like maybe Eric was against the idea of angels returning to earth and tried to teach differently. Not at the end, but I figure it's probably going to end with someone getting burned at the stake.
( Settling against him, she takes a deep breath, knowing it's true. )
I know you are. I'm just not good at saying it. Any of it. It's not... what I do. But. I need to. ( Especially if she expects him to open up, expects any real line of communication to stay open. ) Maybe if you ask a question? That can start? I promise not to shut down or change the subject.
[And he takes a moment to weigh that responsibility.]
Tell me about your dad? The real one, not the one in the books. [Parents are a huge deal. They're closure, but knowing them can create more problems than they solve.]
(lizzie and josie didn't go to the cult gathering because after the expedition to the fortress lizzie wanted to keep her sister as far from that dark magic and creepiness as possible. but she does want to know what went down so while she texts blue for some answers she also ends up on hope's door, knocking loudly.)
For a long time, my dad was a story I heard. He... and the rest of my family were all indisposed. We carted around my uncle Kol, aunt Freya, aunt Rebekah - and uncle Elijah. For... years because of a family prophecy come true. I almost lost them all. And, then, mom found what she needed to save Freya and pretty quickly, my uncles and Rebekah were saved, too. I learned after that dad wasn't in one of the caskets, but captured. He'd given himself over to save his siblings, to give them a fighting chance.
After he was rescued, we met. In person. And... he was my knight. We weren't together long before an ancient evil called the Hollow linked itself to me and then possessed me. But, before that? He was just... my dad. He marveled at how old I'd gotten. How, I'd mastered my power even though that meant secretly taking off my binding bracelet to use it. We painted together. He let me eat as many beignets as I wanted. And every story I'd ever heard didn't matter because he loved me. He would do... anything for me.
( Hope's tired, but no worse for the wear. She stayed hidden and didn't drink. Landon's getting cleaned up and her dad's probably right outside, she thinks. Considering he'd tracked her down after she didn't answer his message. It's been a long day and the lecture was enough.
There's a knock and she has half a mind to not answer it. Maybe he wants to apologize.
Opening it, she visibly deflates because it is not her father apologizing. But, she steps aside. )
[There's something kind of wholesome in the way she tells it. It sounds like her family went pretty far out of their way to keep her protected. But was that the right thing to do? She still learned what it's like to be hurt, to lack trust. Is that something that just happens to people even when they know their parents?]
Have you painted with him here? I'm sure there's stuff around.
( There's a lot more. A lot she read about. Some she saw in person. It's not wholesome. Always and forever, it's goals, maybe. But, it's problematic. )
He dropped off supplies. I haven't... tapped into that side of me, here. ( She looks up from his shoulder. ) Between my first month with him depowered because of the riot he started? No.
( he's tired of pacing and wondering if jason is lying drunk or dead in a ditch somewhere, and quite frankly, it's getting late for either of those options. klaus helps himself to rummaging in jason's room, grabbing a worn shirt on top of his mussed sheets before making his way from hellburbia to the hotel.
kol doesn't answer his phone, and he's hesitant to approach his daughter with such a task — it's not her responsibility. however: taking the time to track down his brother doesn't seem worth the time and furthermore, perhaps he should put a little more faith in his daughter, as she's been very keen to let him know she'd like since her arrival.
with that decision, he knocks on her suite door, jason's shirt in hand. )
( everyone come to Hope's. well, Hope's and everyone else's. it is just Hope for the moment. there's something about hell where people don't spend much time in their rooms. like cruise ships.
and what do you know, she's been taking Landon's advice - albeit without her father.
when she answers the door, she answers paint-stained having wiped some on her old t shirt and jeans she'd picked up somewhere. He hair's up in a bun and that paintbrush in the other hand - she's caught being her dad.
( he's not sure what he expected to find, but his daughter painting gives him pause, the kind that grips his heart with an affection that is so strong it pains him. (he feels this way most of the time he looks at her; it's impossible not to be in awe in death just as much as it was in life.)
he exhales heavily, peering past her shoulder to the upright canvas, and says with some disappointment, ) At another time, I would love to join you, but unfortunately I do need your help.
( one day he'll stop looking like that any time she so much as steps into a room. it's a lot to live up to and only sometimes does she feel like she succeeds. )
You need my help. ( that lands -- how it lands, as it would coming from her overprotective tracking her to cult meetings father, but. she's not going to fight. he's not here to fight.
she steps aside. )
Come in. Let me -- ( set this paintbrush down and ... wipe her hands on a rag and try to not looks like this to help him. ) What do you need my help with?
( she has nothing to live up to in order to deserve his love. that is unconditional and never-ending. it pains him to know — to know because of him — she might believe any differently.
he walks inside, takes note of the room and a closer look at her canvas. jason's shirt is still white-knuckled in his grasp. it hasn't been long since he was last here, escorting her back to her room after the veiled order meeting.
he does not regret the lecture; what he does regret is their disconnect. perhaps this is his way of bridging that gap. ) Jason's missing. I need you to do a locator spell.
( It's not that she'll feel she never will, or never could, it's what sits behind his eyes. His awe. She knows she doesn't have to do anything. She knows he's dead. But every time he looks at her like that, she remembers he's gone. Dead and gone.
It's not a disconnect, Klaus, when it's a disagreement between father and daughter. Secretly, she appreciated the attention. She's still independent. Staking her own claim.
Painting her own paintings. )
Jason. Your roommate. ( The surrogate teenager. Maybe it should bring more fire in her belly. Even a little jealousy. But, she's not. She takes the shirt from him, or holds it until he lets it go. She takes the burden.
( he remembers it too. he remembers this might be his only chance to be near her, to be her father. if he cannot meet her in the afterlife... if this is it... he refuses to believe that it is, but to have been pulled and separated from her so many times — to know this with the burden of regret... how can he not be in awe of another chance?
and of her, grown up? standing on her own two feet?
he suspects she did: appreciate the attention. there has always been an earnestness about how hope argues with him; a longing to do so. he can't help but know there's plenty unsaid between them; he searches her eyes momentarily as she speaks of jason. he lets her take the shirt, passing it off without hesitation. ) There are maps in the library.
( If she longed, it was because her father had it in his mind he needed to stay away. And that is still something they haven't discussed at length. )
Then it's us, with the map. In the library. ( A second of tension passes between them. It's not her best work. She's not the funny friend in the super friends for the record. ) Just - let's go to the library.
( And find this map. It's a side some people don't see. Hope's dark humored, silly side. It's probably not something her father has seen. Not really. The joke lands with a thud but it still feels good to be dropping it. )
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Date: 2020-08-10 03:53 am (UTC)And now she regrets saying it like that.
So, she'll ease into 'What is up,' by taking a seat next to him. )
What are you reading? Find anything useful?
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Date: 2020-08-10 09:24 pm (UTC)Any idea how to pronounce this guy's name? [His finger slides over to "Ælfric."]
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Date: 2020-08-11 06:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-11 03:02 pm (UTC)Seems like maybe Eric was against the idea of angels returning to earth and tried to teach differently. Not at the end, but I figure it's probably going to end with someone getting burned at the stake.
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Date: 2020-08-11 04:00 pm (UTC)( She'd hate that ending. )
So, in this, angels could return to Earth. Eric was opposed. But, most people wanted their return?
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Date: 2020-08-11 04:13 pm (UTC)[ these books are always incredibly tense. ]
But yeah. Angels could come back as humans and live as saints. Pretty easy way to get a lot of people to do what you tell them to do.
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Date: 2020-08-13 05:40 am (UTC)( She rests a chin on his shoulder, listening to his commentary, watching his jaw move as he talks, breathing along with him when he doesn't. )
I think that I should tell you more. About how I'm... feeling. And my dad. Malivore. Anything. ( She sighs. ) Everything.
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Date: 2020-08-13 03:02 pm (UTC)Well I'm here to listen to anything you want to talk about. There's a lot going on.
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Date: 2020-08-13 03:26 pm (UTC)I know you are. I'm just not good at saying it. Any of it. It's not... what I do. But. I need to. ( Especially if she expects him to open up, expects any real line of communication to stay open. ) Maybe if you ask a question? That can start? I promise not to shut down or change the subject.
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Date: 2020-08-16 02:40 am (UTC)[And he takes a moment to weigh that responsibility.]
Tell me about your dad? The real one, not the one in the books. [Parents are a huge deal. They're closure, but knowing them can create more problems than they solve.]
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Date: 2020-08-17 09:06 am (UTC)(lizzie and josie didn't go to the cult gathering because after the expedition to the fortress lizzie wanted to keep her sister as far from that dark magic and creepiness as possible. but she does want to know what went down so while she texts blue for some answers she also ends up on hope's door, knocking loudly.)
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Date: 2020-08-18 01:21 pm (UTC)For a long time, my dad was a story I heard. He... and the rest of my family were all indisposed. We carted around my uncle Kol, aunt Freya, aunt Rebekah - and uncle Elijah. For... years because of a family prophecy come true. I almost lost them all. And, then, mom found what she needed to save Freya and pretty quickly, my uncles and Rebekah were saved, too. I learned after that dad wasn't in one of the caskets, but captured. He'd given himself over to save his siblings, to give them a fighting chance.
After he was rescued, we met. In person. And... he was my knight. We weren't together long before an ancient evil called the Hollow linked itself to me and then possessed me. But, before that? He was just... my dad. He marveled at how old I'd gotten. How, I'd mastered my power even though that meant secretly taking off my binding bracelet to use it. We painted together. He let me eat as many beignets as I wanted. And every story I'd ever heard didn't matter because he loved me. He would do... anything for me.
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Date: 2020-08-18 01:44 pm (UTC)There's a knock and she has half a mind to not answer it. Maybe he wants to apologize.
Opening it, she visibly deflates because it is not her father apologizing. But, she steps aside. )
I thought you were my dad.
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Date: 2020-08-18 02:29 pm (UTC)Have you painted with him here? I'm sure there's stuff around.
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Date: 2020-08-18 02:58 pm (UTC)He dropped off supplies. I haven't... tapped into that side of me, here. ( She looks up from his shoulder. ) Between my first month with him depowered because of the riot he started? No.
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Date: 2020-08-18 05:28 pm (UTC)[And maybe it'll help her find some focus, distract her from feeling like the world is about to crash down around her if she flinches.]
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Date: 2020-08-19 06:52 am (UTC)backdated to august 14th.
Date: 2020-08-22 07:40 pm (UTC)kol doesn't answer his phone, and he's hesitant to approach his daughter with such a task — it's not her responsibility. however: taking the time to track down his brother doesn't seem worth the time and furthermore, perhaps he should put a little more faith in his daughter, as she's been very keen to let him know she'd like since her arrival.
with that decision, he knocks on her suite door, jason's shirt in hand. )
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Date: 2020-08-22 07:44 pm (UTC)and what do you know, she's been taking Landon's advice - albeit without her father.
when she answers the door, she answers paint-stained having wiped some on her old t shirt and jeans she'd picked up somewhere. He hair's up in a bun and that paintbrush in the other hand - she's caught being her dad.
Sort of. )
Did I forget out plans we made?
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Date: 2020-08-22 07:53 pm (UTC)he exhales heavily, peering past her shoulder to the upright canvas, and says with some disappointment, ) At another time, I would love to join you, but unfortunately I do need your help.
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Date: 2020-08-22 07:57 pm (UTC)You need my help. ( that lands -- how it lands, as it would coming from her overprotective tracking her to cult meetings father, but. she's not going to fight. he's not here to fight.
she steps aside. )
Come in. Let me -- ( set this paintbrush down and ... wipe her hands on a rag and try to not looks like this to help him. ) What do you need my help with?
i didn't get this?? thanks dw
Date: 2020-08-22 08:50 pm (UTC)he walks inside, takes note of the room and a closer look at her canvas. jason's shirt is still white-knuckled in his grasp. it hasn't been long since he was last here, escorting her back to her room after the veiled order meeting.
he does not regret the lecture; what he does regret is their disconnect. perhaps this is his way of bridging that gap. ) Jason's missing. I need you to do a locator spell.
damn it dw
Date: 2020-08-23 03:47 am (UTC)It's not a disconnect, Klaus, when it's a disagreement between father and daughter. Secretly, she appreciated the attention. She's still independent. Staking her own claim.
Painting her own paintings. )
Jason. Your roommate. ( The surrogate teenager. Maybe it should bring more fire in her belly. Even a little jealousy. But, she's not. She takes the shirt from him, or holds it until he lets it go. She takes the burden.
She'll do this. )
I need a map.
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Date: 2020-08-23 04:30 pm (UTC)and of her, grown up? standing on her own two feet?
he suspects she did: appreciate the attention. there has always been an earnestness about how hope argues with him; a longing to do so. he can't help but know there's plenty unsaid between them; he searches her eyes momentarily as she speaks of jason. he lets her take the shirt, passing it off without hesitation. ) There are maps in the library.
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Date: 2020-08-24 02:24 am (UTC)Then it's us, with the map. In the library. ( A second of tension passes between them. It's not her best work. She's not the funny friend in the super friends for the record. ) Just - let's go to the library.
( And find this map. It's a side some people don't see. Hope's dark humored, silly side. It's probably not something her father has seen. Not really. The joke lands with a thud but it still feels good to be dropping it. )