Plaything.
Niklaus sat sketching in one of his many sketch books. However, this was a sketch book he normally kept hidden away or locked up with his most secret possessions. This one had page upon page of sketches that focused on one particular woman. Her dark hair hung in her face, her eyes shining with personality, her mouth curling into a sarcastic smile. But there were other version of her that weren't quite so appealing; a crushing sadness adorning her face as she stared into a blank corner of one page, a fiery anger as she glared past his shoulder. It was all too real.
"Well, well, well," Kol greeted from his seat, watching as a mussed Rebekah walked through the door after being away for the night. He jumped up from his step to block her way, an accusing smile shining on his face as he looked up at her. "There's our girl,"
Rebekah stopped trying to step past him and glared. "Get out of my way, Kol,"
"Out all night. What a scandal!"
Niklaus couldn't help but snort at him.
"I trust you did better than that commoner," Kol paused, feigning as if he had to think to remember the name of the boy he'd tried to kill only the night previous. "Matt, was it?"
"If you don't shut your mouth the next thing to come out of it will be your teeth," Rebekah glared as she spotted Niklaus sitting silently on his couch, a smile playing on his face. "Don't start, Nik,"
"I didn't say anything,"
"I'm bored," Kol whined, falling back into his seat with a sigh. "Our sister is a strumpet but at least she's having fun… I need entertainment,"
"What are you waiting for?" Niklaus asked, shading a bit more. "Go on. Have at it,"
"It's no fun to go alone. Join me, Nik," Kol exclaimed, sitting up straighter as he grew a devilish grin. "After all, you haven't quite been yourself since your little plaything ran out our door last night. What was her name? Bane? May? Belle?"
Niklaus looked up from his sketch book with a glare. "Bae,"
"Right, right," Kol nodded. "Well I guess whatever that was couldn't last long, what with you being the type of person to go around sticking daggers in people's hearts,"
Niklaus took a long breath through his nose, if only to keep himself from ripping out his brother's heart or doing something else rash. "Okay. Why not? It might get you to shut up for once,"
"Ooh," Kol smiled, looking up at Rebekah happily. "I think I hit a nerve,"
"Niklaus has been sweet on her for a while," Rebekah exclaimed to him, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked down at an annoyed Niklaus. "She's been good for him. Doesn't let him get away with nearly as much as he's used to… I like her," Her eyes moved to Kol, growing dark and cold. "And if you touch her, I'll be pulling your tongue out through your eye socket,"
"Ouch," Kol hissed jumping to his feet. "Then I guess we better be off, Nik,"
Niklaus frowned, closing his sketch book before heading out the door with his brother. "Good, because I didn't have nearly enough to drink last night what with you trying to murder Rebekah's date,"
"Yes. Please go," Rebekah smiled, watching the two of them walking out the door. "This house has enough men rolling around in it,"
"Just like you, Bekah," Kol called back.
A shoe went flying through the air. "Good riddance, both of you,"