ᴏɴᴇ . ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ

[poppycock]

[ those soft squelching sounds, insistent and crying meows, and thumps you hear are accompanied by flashes of color and white fur. this is iskra, a cat, being absolutely impossible and absolutely adorable to her sometimes master (or perhaps more aptly put, subject) klaus mikaelson.

both of which the lucky audience of wonderland gets to see, quite candidly, in a moment. ] Iskra. [ klaus' admonishment is spoken in a gruff undertone but the affection is obvious; it's not the first nor does he expect the last time his afternoon companion will demand more attention than she's due. (but that doesn't mean he won't give it to her.)

he pulls the cat against his chest, his fingers spotted just some with paint. there are speckles of color on iskra as well, and her paws, one of which she lifts to nudge at klaus' chin, leaving behind a blue spot. he blinks but is nonetheless charmed by her familiar behavior despite himself. then, not to be outdone, she reaches to do the same to the canvas.

with a soft tsk of more admonishment, klaus teases her. ] A modernist, are we? A pointillist?

[ it's only then the movement of the recording video on his phone catches klaus' attention. ] Bloody— [ the "hell" bit is cut off, mostly because iskra leaps from klaus' arms to the paw the phone now too.

fin. ]

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[Video]

[theothermrgray]

I see... It's a rather fitting name for such a regal creature.

[After all, cats majestic animals with a sense of pride. Why deny it?]

[poppycock]

[ iskra certainly does have a sense of majestic pride, not to mention an abundance of mischievousness. it's what leads her curious and assessing gaze to the screen of klaus' phone yet again; with a butt wriggle and a burst of speed she goes for it again: no doubt considering the fluffy bunny on the screen.

despite all of iskra's quickness, klaus is quicker but no less gentle for it. he scoops the little one up onto his chest and moves into the sitting room. ] Well I wouldn't say "regal" [ what's that, iskra? "mrow," she cries. "meow." her paws pat at his neck. ] and let it get to her head.

[ and out of politeness' sake, but also because klaus is not blind, deaf, nor dumb and knows he's talking to a rather interesting literary character: ] And your rabbit?

[theothermrgray]

Oh, Basil? It's a simple name, for a sweet little creature.

[He gingerly pets his little rabbit, blissfully unaware of his status as a literary character. Yes, it has been hinted at once, but who would trust a mirror?]

[Basil rubs his head against Dorian's hand in a loving gesture. He does not know the truth behind his namesake, but Klaus could probably guess.]

[poppycock]

[ he does guess, and his finds the brand equally fitting and hilariously depreciative. ] Do you know its meaning?

[theothermrgray]

What, the namesake? Of course I do.

It's an herb you add to various dishes.

[He's lying, clearly.]

Why? What do you know of the name Iskra, other than its origin?

[poppycock]

[ so clearly and terribly lying, but it does little but amuse klaus. ] It's also derived from the Arabic. "Fearless," [ he elaborates, with a none-too kind smirk.

as to the question: ] Very little. I didn't name her.

[theothermrgray]

You didn't?

Why not?


[That cat's got to have a story behind her name.]

[poppycock]

The owner's a friend. [ a suitable enough explanation. it's the one he gave leopold. ]

[theothermrgray]

Aaah. It's not your cat.

What became of her original owner, by the by?

[poppycock]

She's still here. Though perhaps it's more apt to say Iskra shares custody of us.