#i think abt human klaus the normal amount

[loveakii]

imagine being klaus mikaelson like. you’re the baby of the family, everyone adores you. your father adores you. all memories of that adoration will disappear and be replaced with confusion. at some point your father starts to hate you and no one can tell you why. you try to be good. you like to create things, paintings and carvings. you give these to your father and get nothing but a cold glare. he teaches you archery, hunting, fighting. you are good at none of these, but you can’t tell if it’s because you have no talent for them or if it’s due to the way your hands shake when he’s near. you’re the son of a warrior and you need to be strong. your father thinks broken bones heal back stronger. your father is never guilty, never sorry. your brother and mother try and stop him, but mostly they just focus on wrapping bandages and resetting bones. you’re not the youngest anymore, now there is someone more precious, more fragile. you envy them. but you love them more than anything under the sun, more than you thought possible. you feel wildly protective of them even though you are the only one threatened with violence. you feel like you give so much and feel so much and so little of it is genuinely returned. you feel you are on the outside of something, but can’t tell what. it never goes away. you’re proven right. your baby brother follows you out to the woods to watch men morph into animals, and like animals they tear him to shreds. the older brother is not supposed to bury the younger, something is backwards here. you are backwards. you’re gonna carry that inside of you the rest of your life. take it to your grave. and if death becomes impossible, it’s only a fitting punishment. it’s evidence of what you are and what you do. what follows is something unimaginable. you have watched your baby brother be ripped apart, and still, what comes after is inconceivable. creatures you spent your life praying for protection against, demons reflected back in the water. mother nature turning on you as skin burns off the bone. you become something they don’t have a word for and no one will look at you. you don’t want to look at yourself. once you were a child who couldn’t put down a wounded deer, now you are a monster who doesn’t know how to stop at the sound of screaming. you don’t know that in the years to come you’ll enjoy that sound, that you’ll be capable of things you thought were fundamentally against your character. and you’ll have to accept it, embrace that cruelty, because it’s the way you survive. because even though you’re disgusted with yourself at the start, once you tip over the edge, the drop is so so easy.

elijah’s

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