Lights Flicker And Fade : Kol Mikaelson [3]

203: Sonriendo Pa' Las Calles

Title Translation: Smiling towards the streets, i.e. trying to face the situation with a smile
(From 'Pienso En Tu Mirá (Cáp. 3: Celos)' by ROSALÍA)

a/n: I unapologetically love Maci and Elijah, but their flashback here probs feels so random - the context/development will come!

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- Bea <3

February 2006

Sneaking into fashion week was an odd tradition, and part of it scared the shit out of MJ, but having let Pri talk her into it the two previous years, it was too late to back out. They were on a literal fashion blacklist. Ish. No one famous knew their names, but the security teams had learned to look out for them after 2005. And, in 2006, they'd just dodged a man with a sheet of tiny faces – theirs in the middle.

It was kinda amazing.

MJ had been making her own clothes since she left New Orleans, repurposing and reusing as much as possible to save money. Seeing that people could actually make money from that?

That people around the world cared about their existence?

Yes, it was a highly problematic environment, but –

It took her breath away.

Hence, why Pri had started their attempts to sneak into the runways.

The first year had been an accident. They'd got caught up in crowds just being nosy, pushed and pulled, and stumbled through a door to escape the chaos, only to find that it was a back path some of the models were using. That discovery had been a challenge for Pri.

"This way," Pri whispered.

No one knew New York cut-throughs better than New Yorkers, and that ideology took on a whole new meaning when applied to their friend group. Sneaking into the local hotspot, which was also a bar, had taught them several tricks. Beni's supernatural friends had taught them even more. The community supported the community – so the werewolf hired as part of security got them through the front door, then left them to explore.

MJ had almost got them caught instantly, staring at the runway, built before her eyes.

Set-up time.

Models, designers, and their teams were the only people around, all in too much of a flurry to question the two young girls examining the name cards on the seats.

Pri had noticed the first person to linger on them while MJ had a freakout about which row her favourite reporter had been seated. And who she would be surrounded by the whole evening.

She could picture the article now...

Pri yanked her out of sight, ducking below the seats to stealthily crawl towards a door.

Only to be caught by someone else entirely.

"I knew I recognised the pair of you from somewhere!"

It had been a few months since Aaryan had turned, and while Selene Roux should've been a friendly face to have found, she just wasn't. She appeared at the Yadav apartment, and the Witch House, with no warning. Scaring the shit out of the kids with her lack of warnings about her check-ins and getting way too much attention from the other supernatural's in their lives, stressing everyone out that Beni, MJ, and Gina, had broken the house rule of secrecy.

"Beyond the fact, I always track new witches in the area – "

MJ felt hairs on her neck stand up.

"You're the pair from the red list!"