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𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝟏𝟒𝟎𝟐
It was hot.
It was too hot.
And yet, there they sat, chatting the afternoon away. Salty beads of sweat crested their foreheads before dropping into the crisp, tall grass.
Elijah read from a great chapter book on the porch, looking up at the sound of laughter every so often. He was comforted in knowing Niklaus was able to mesh so well with such a young soul.
Of course, they actually had no recollection of their first encounter with the girl. Such power within such a delightful young lady could never be known, not even to the great Mikaelson family.
"You do not know how much I adore that sweet, innocent girl!" Rebekah laughed, taking a seat in the chair across from Elijah.
"It's so nice to have a bit of freedom from Nik!" She paused briefly, glancing out at her brother. "Though I do worry if he's grown too attached." A crease formed in her forehead as her eyes lingered on the two.
Rebekah loved her brother immensely, yet she also despised him and wished him away.
Only for a bit.. she thought to herself.
If only there was a dagger to put him to sleep. She'd wake him after a few years! It was only for his best interest! The delicate blonde had convinced herself.
"Yes, I do worry for her future. Mikael will stop at nothing to destroy our family. I believe she has Niklaus best interest at heart." Elijah said lowly, almost a whisper.
He cared for his brother deeply and would do anything to see him happy. Even if it meant letting him have the girl he loved.
"Perhaps she can join us when we leave."
"Perhaps..."
Elijah glanced up from his book, catching the eyes of the girl. Even from such distance, his heart skipped a beat.
Those piercing blue eyes could kill me, he thought.
Niklaus laughed loudly, from deep within. "You think such thoughts?" He choked out between laughs.
"I do!" The girl defended, crossing her arms over her chest.
"The stars are certainly not portals to other worlds."
"Are too!" She bickered back firmly. "In fact, I know they are."
"Ah— just as I know there is a God who will decide my fate!" He snickered.
She ignored his blatant cluelessness and picked at her dress. "I do." Her words, soft yet confident, ended the conversation.
A soft breeze blew from the East cooling the dripping sweat on their necks. The two had unknowingly spent two hours babbling and bickering — something they had done quite a bit lately.
