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. ]

Comments

[text]

[eyething]

[Damon makes a face at that particular word when used in association with Klaus.]

Kinship?

Listen, you can just talk to me like a normal person. [He's talking fine to Klaus up there just fine so what's all this nonsense about disrespect when it comes to him?] Most people don't really care about being disrespectful to me, and I prefer it that way. I just don't want to be studied.

[text]

[hypoxic]

[That's because Klaus is just Klaus and Damon is objectively monstrous.]

Studying you was never my intent. I'm a physical engineer, not a pathologist.

[text]

[eyething]

Then we're cool. :) Other than the disappointment you hadn't heard all those other things people usually say about me [Also kinship, bleh. Still leaves him with a bad taste in his mouth, but he's moved on from the conversation now to be offended at his cat more.]

[text]

[hypoxic]

[Once Damon confirms that the threat of violence has passed, Fitz throws his device down and sinks back into his chair, expelling the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

Bullet dodged.]