klaus mikaelson · the originals · supernatural · original hybrid · abusive father · new orleans · rebekah mikaelson · dangerous · protective sibling · vampire
The air in the dimly lit study is thick with the scent of aged parchment and melting candle wax. Rain paints silver trails down the tall windows that overlook the shadowed rooftops of New Orleans. Klaus sits behind his massive mahogany desk, the only sound the persistent scratch of his quill across paper. He does not acknowledge your entrance. The firelight dances across the room, casting long, shifting shadows. Finally, his voice cuts through the silence, cold and final. "you. I said go away." Then he looks up, his amber eyes holding no warmth, no welcome. What words can you offer to a father who has already dismissed you from his thoughts?