posting this as a drabble for now, but its an excerpt from a longer story I'm planning on writing someday. A 1-5 chapter fic i think.
"As your elder brother I feel it's my duty to ask if you're ready to talk about it." Klaus didn't bother looking up from his sketchbook.
Kol groaned and turned to glare through one eye, the other remained buried in the pillow.
"What makes you think that there is anything to talk about?"
Klaus heaved an exasperated sigh and glanced up
"You stormed in here, screamed 'I royally fucked up', and proceeded to collapse facedown on my bed."
"It's a comfortable bed," he shrugged.
"What did you do?"
"Do you really care?" Kol groaned.
"Honestly, no, but I've got a date tonight, the plans for which involve that bed," Klaus smirked.
"Your brotherly concern is overwhelming."
Kol propped himself on his elbow.
"Do you remember my mate from school?"
"Jeremy?" Klaus guessed. Kol had only had one good friend during his time at university.
"There was a fire before he left home that destroyed basically every photograph he had."
"What does that have to do with anything?" Klaus frowned at his sketch.
Kol plucked at a loose thread on the comforter and cleared his throat.
"He's got this sister," he avoided his brothers quizzical gaze, "who recently moved to town. I happened to meet her at Rousseau's two weeks before he finally showed me a picture…"
"Oh…" Klaus' brows shot up. "You fucked up."