C18 (1/2)

Elijah tried to get close to him, even though the 'gentle' Klaus seemed far away.

Elijah stopped, and his eyes were only those of his brother, so deep and lost.

No wonder so many women had been in this for so long. Elijah laughed inside, and Rebecca thought she was going to pout her lovely little mouth again.

”Good evening, Elijah.” Klaus turned to look at his brother, his expression unchanged. The man's magnetic voice was slightly hoarse.

”Klaus.” Elijah approached him with surprising speed, the distance of a few fists, and then leaned against the window with him.

The side of his face was very close, and the contours of his face were actually somewhat similar to those of someone else. However, if they weren't put together, one would never realize that they were actually blood-related brothers.

Noble Elijah, tyrannical Klaus.

Klaus avoided his approach and elegantly turned to admire the street light. ”I didn't expect you to come uninvited.”

Elijah shrugged. His brother had always known the art of language.

After a few seconds of silence, the two clearly weren't used to chatting like this.

”Follow me.” Elijah said to his disobedient brother, ”We need to go somewhere, there... There's a surprise for you. ”

”I'm not going anywhere,” Klaus flatly refused. He was the good and noble Elijah, ”unless we find out who was plotting against me.”

”I've already found it for you.” Elijah glanced back at him and motioned for Klaus to follow.

Klaus slanted his eyebrows in surprise and looked at his brother Elijah. He never lied.

Elijah took Klaus to the sacred secret place, where they met Beru and Sophie.

Poirot saw the subtle complexity and distortion of Klaus's expression.

This scumbag, not speaking at all. In fact, it was quite comfortable to look at him and hope that Elijah would be in charge of foreign affairs.