iwatodei:"Elijah looks over the books," Rebekah says. "And we bake ginger cookies especially for him whenever he comes by every month or so. They’re his favourite."So that would explain all the muttering in the kitchen this morning; Klaus’ yell of “YouidiotKol, why’d you have to use up all the ginger?”He says a lot of their names like that. Kol is one long exhale of YouIdiotKol, and Rebekah’s is RebekahDarling, fetch Professor Saltzman his tea, would you?, and Elijah, as she learns now, always includes some iteration of brother. Once, when it had been just her and him in the kitchen, he’d said, “Caroline love, is the triple berry done?”No commas in between, not a pause in his breath. He’d said it like it was one sentence, like it was part of her name, Carolinelove, and she’d just stood there with her hands clutched in her apron, staring, not quite knowing what this quiet noise inside her head was. Carolinelove, he’d called her that day, and a few days later it was “Carolinelove, you don’t have to rush out to feed every dog that passes by this place,” with exasperation. She’d looked at him long and hard then, wondering if he even realizes what he does, and he’d looked back, and – why yes Caroline, maybe he does—In the corner of Maple and Vine, a Pushing Daisies AUread on ao3, ff.net, @lj(2/3)

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"Elijah looks over the books," Rebekah says. "And we bake ginger cookies especially for him whenever he comes by every month or so. They’re his favourite."

So that would explain all the muttering in the kitchen this morning; Klaus’ yell of “YouidiotKol, why’d you have to use up all the ginger?”

He says a lot of their names like that. Kol is one long exhale of YouIdiotKol, and Rebekah’s is RebekahDarling, fetch Professor Saltzman his tea, would you?, and Elijah, as she learns now, always includes some iteration of brother. Once, when it had been just her and him in the kitchen, he’d said, “Caroline love, is the triple berry done?”

No commas in between, not a pause in his breath. He’d said it like it was one sentence, like it was part of her name, Carolinelove, and she’d just stood there with her hands clutched in her apron, staring, not quite knowing what this quiet noise inside her head was. Carolinelove, he’d called her that day, and a few days later it was “Carolinelove, you don’t have to rush out to feed every dog that passes by this place,” with exasperation.

She’d looked at him long and hard then, wondering if he even realizes what he does, and he’d looked back, and – why yes Caroline, maybe he does—

In the corner of Maple and Vine, a Pushing Daisies AU
read on ao3, ff.net, @lj
(2/3)