Crescent Queen {2} Mikaelson or Kenner

A Witch Peace Feast☽19☾

"Is there a problem, brother?" He asked before turning to the workers. "Gentlemen, please."

"I agreed to a general sprucing up, not a bloody three-ring circus." The hybrid complained.

"Marcel and his minions abused our home for the better part of a century." Elijah quipped. "Now, you might be content to live in squalor. I'm not."

"I agree with your brother." Genevieve spoke up wirh a syrupy sweet smile. "It's a new era in the French Quarter. This place could use a makeover."

"Careful, Elijah." Klaus warned his brother. "When this one agrees with you, it's a sure sign she wants something."

"Actually I do have a request. I'm told our coven hasn't been able to celebrate feast days in the open since Marcel restricted the use of magic. Now with the new peace, I'd like that to change." She informed them.

"Am I to assume that you have a certain feast day in mind?" Elijah asked showing his distaste for the red-head witch.

"La Fête des Bénêdictions." She spoke in French. "Feast of the Blessings. In the past, members of the community offered witches gifts in exchange for blessings. We'd like to use it as a forum for introducing our young Harvest girls to society."

"So your coven attempted to destroy my family- and you yourself held my siblings in unspeakable torment- and you would like a party for the witches?" Elijah asked in disbelief. Isabel refused to come home partly because of her. As much as he hated it, he knew she was hurt by Klaus' actions. And he knew if she were here her sensitive hearing would pick up their nightly excursions, he did too. Which was why he spent most his night roaming around watching the witches and vampires and occasionally stopping by to see how Isabel was doing without her seeing him.

Klaus chuckled at Elijah's expression knowing what he felt for the witch in front of them.

"I made my amends with your brother. Why don't you think it over?" Genevieve suggested before walking away with a sway to her hips in hopes of enticing the men but they were to busy staring at each other intensely to notice her.

"Oh, don't be such a stiff, Elijah. The tourists love a good festival. Besides, what better way to cement the solidarity than a show of faith toward a one-time enemy?" He grinned light heartedly.

"A onetime enemy with whom you've grown rather nauseatingly intimate." The brunette man spoke in disgust.

"Well, who said maintaining alliances can't be fun?" Klaus smirked.

"This isn't fun for a lot of people Niklaus. This is part of the reason why the most important one refuses to come back. It's because of you." The older Original sneered causing Klaus' face to falter slightly. "And one would think you'd be a little more interested in attending to the needs of the mother of your child."

"So, she's the reason behind this oh-so-thoughtful renovation? Elijah, the truth is, the mother of my child is werewolf royalty. She's far safer in the Bayou with her pack than she would ever be here with us. Don't worry. I'll bring her home before the birth. No child of mine will be born in a swamp."

"You just don't get it do you Niklaus? She doesn't want to be here because of you. Trust me on this brother, as long as that witch is around? Isabella will not be anywhere around here. You know how stubborn she is."