[ freya's door opens much like their common area door opened: without a knock, ensuing admittance, or a sufferance for privacy. (sorry, freya.) he stops in his tracks at her easy supposition, a bit of surprise filtering over his features — but then again, it's not as if they don't all share a breakfast nook.
klaus sucks in a quiet, shallow breath. perhaps it's his sister's capable presence, the answers within their reach, or both, but he finds a measure of temperance. for now. with a hard swallow, he says, ] We can't find them. [ a waver in his voice belies his distress. ] Caroline or Elena. [ it's unspoken, what this could mean. it could mean by coincidence or design, wonderland has sent them home for an interim. it could mean something else. ]
i'm a word that no one ever wants to say
klaus sucks in a quiet, shallow breath. perhaps it's his sister's capable presence, the answers within their reach, or both, but he finds a measure of temperance. for now. with a hard swallow, he says, ] We can't find them. [ a waver in his voice belies his distress. ] Caroline or Elena. [ it's unspoken, what this could mean. it could mean by coincidence or design, wonderland has sent them home for an interim. it could mean something else. ]