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❝ do not fear the night. instead summon the wolf inside you and welcome the darkness like it is home. ❞
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SO MAYBE THIS IS WHAT THEY MEAN WHEN THEY SAY OPPOSITES ATTRACT. Or maybe they are not all that different. She is all about color. She felt most alive with a paintbrush in her hand, playing around with different hues and intensities. He prefers neutral tones. He felt most alive with blood splattered across his face, his enemies demolished before him.
The closest Enola has ever got to color with Klaus was last night. When he opened his mouth and tried to show the emotions he couldn't normally find the words for. But when he does, she sees colors she never even knew existed. There is something about the way he came alive when he let go. When he opened up, he became a painter and she became the canvas. He wished she wasn't so lovely and she wished he wasn't so human.
"He was gloating—like an actual gloat. Like he was proud of himself for sleeping with her." Elena ranted in frustration.
"Is it working?" Enola wondered, looking to Bonnie who was trying to recreate the room silencer Esther had used that night.
"It's not working," Caroline informed, opening the door and stepping inside. "I can hear every word Elena is saying about Damon, the vampire gigolo."
"Maybe you should apologize to him," Elena huffed, turning to her sister. "You really hurt him."
"I don't care," Enola scowled before turning back to the witch. "Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"I don't know," Bonnie sighed. "It's a tricky spell."
"When Esther did it, she kept the sage burning and there was a lot more smoke." Enola supplied, kicking her feet up on the desk.
"Alright. I'll try it again." Bonnie hummed. Caroline left the room with an annoyed sigh. "Speaking of Esther, you guys should know that she came to see me and Abby this morning."
"And all this time you let me vent about Damon?" Elena gasped in disbelief.
"No one let you," Enola rolled her eyes. "You just did."
"I don't want you guys to worry," Bonnie sighed.
"Well, what did she want?" Elena inquired, taking a seat on the bed.
"She wanted to introduce herself. Abby and I helped bring her back. She is channeling our entire ancestral bloodline for power." Bonnie explained. "I think she thought she was being polite."
