"i'm just trying to help you! at least save some broken remnants of your innocence!"
"my innocence? oh god dad, that's long gone!"
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in which mercy mikaelson is dealing with all the things that make growing up so hard.
{season 5}
{book 2}
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| tantrum (n): an uncontrolled outburst of anger and frustration, typically in a young child |
MERCY CHASED AFTER her father, who stalked in the opposite direction through the woods, his fury palatable in the air. She had to admit that she was a little nervous—majorly because her father was hellbent on finding Tokala and murdering him right on the spot. She only hoped that she could either convince him not to, or appeal to her puppy-dog eyes as a backup. Her dad had never turned them down before, but something told her that Klaus would be a lot more hesitant to see reason than usual. He was always protective of Mercy as it was, and to add a prearranged marriage onto that protectiveness seemed like a death sentence.
"Dad!" She called after him, trying to keep up with his long strides. He was fast, and she had to jog to keep up with him through the trees that blocked her view. "Dad, stop!" She tried again, not expecting the man in question to whirl around and face her.
"What do you want me to do, Mercy?" He asked, suddenly aggressive when talking to her. Mercy flinched on instinct, not used to the harshness in his voice—at least, not when it was directed at her. He hardly ever raised his voice against her.
Mercy huffed, her eyes just as steely as his. "You promised me," she reminded him, watching as his face contorted into many different expressions, all of which she had trouble deciphering. "You told me you wouldn't get mad."
Klaus rolled his eyes. "What else would you expect me to do when I find out that my daughter is supposed to marry a random man?" He asked her, and in his voice, she could see that the question was genuine. "None the less, Tokala of all people."
Mercy rolled her eyes in the exact same fashion as her father, crossing her arms over her chest. "He's not that bad," she bit out, not completely sure why she was defending Tokala when she wasn't even sure of her role in all of this herself. All she knew was that she was slowly getting defensive, and she was totally at a loss for how this conversation would escalate.
Klaus raised an eyebrow, shifting in his place as doubt overtook his features. "Really?" He asked her, and by the tension in his voice, Mercy stiffened. "I haven't known him for a day, and yet I know exactly who he is."
"And who is he?" Mercy asked defiantly, her eyebrow raising to her hairline. She didn't understand why she was taking Tokala's side, but she couldn't help it; her father was getting on her nerves, specifically because she wanted the ability to choose her own future. If that was with Tokala or not, it was up to Mercy, and Mercy alone. Her father wouldn't sway her in either direction, but by the way this chat was heading, she couldn't help but take Tokala's side. He wasn't here to defend himself after all.
