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˚☾༄✰ what happens when ophelia,
the long lost daughter of elijah mikaelson,
falls for a certain snarky salva...
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WITH EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED the past few days, Ophelia was not in the brightest mood for a dance, but she promised Caroline that she would go. The young Mikaelson was currently in the bathroom, trying to pull herself together as her nerves were overwhelming her body immensely.
Ophelia was wearing a flapper dress, worn by her aunt from the 1920s, every stitch including pearls that shined its iridescent color brightly in the light. Unfortunately, she did not come with a date tonight, but it didn't matter since she had her friends by her side.
Finally having the courage to get out of the school bathroom, Ophelia took in one last deep breath before exhaling. Walking out of the bathroom, she turned to her right to run straight into her uncle's chest.
Klaus was wearing a white suit, his hair slicked back to match with the era of the 20s. He had his signature smile plastered on his face, but it quickly faded when he saw the distraught look on his niece.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, Uncle Klaus, it's nothing to worry about." Before Ophelia could walk past her uncle, Klaus gently grabbed her forearm, preventing her from leaving his sight. This look always worried him, knowing it was the exact same look Elijah had when he was stressed or upset.
"Ophelia...don't lie to me." Klaus' tone of voice wasn't threatful at all, but he was serious, considering the worry that was filling his body.
Sighing in defeat, Ophelia told her uncle everything from the start of Damon and every little emotion she was bottling up inside of her body. As Ophelia was ranting to her uncle, she glanced up at him, seeing the murder he clearly wanted to commit in his eyes.
Before Ophelia could continue rambling, Klaus stopped her abruptly by putting his hands gently on her cheeks, making her stare up into his eyes.
"Darling...would you like me to tear out his heart and put it in a glass case for you?" Ophelia couldn't help but let out a stifled laugh, but at the same time, she knew her uncle was quite serious.
"You sound exactly like Uncle Kol." Klaus simply smiled before gently kissing the top of her forehead.
"Let's go back to the dance shall we?"
"You go ahead, I'll be there in a bit, just want to take another lap around the halls before I face everyone." Klaus gave her a look, not wanting her to be alone, but she nodded her head in reassurance. Klaus walked the opposite way from his niece, Ophelia turning around the corner to run into the one and only, Damon Salvatore, alongside Elena and Stefan.
