Morgana Gilbert gets thrown into the world of the supernatural. She must deal with the drama that her sister Elena started. She makes new friends and enemies. As well as losing a few. She uncovers secrets about herself along the way. And also she ma...
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Alvaro had been sulking for the bitter half of the morning. He sat reclined into the sofa behind Klaus, who was stuck in his familiar artistic trance. He held a leather bound book in his hand, he stared at the page blankly, while he comfortably stroked Floki.
Who lay curled in a ball in his lap, out like a light. The familiar had chosen to appear on the Mikaelson's doorstep, just a few minutes after his mistress had gone. Floki had slipped past the siblings, only to hop into Alvaro's lap later on in the evening.
Alvaro had spent the sleepless night wondering what was going on in Hell. He had reflected on the argument between himself and Morgana, after much thought. He realized, he should have concealed his anger, and been calmer. But he had felt the Morningstar's mood shift though out the night.
Maybe she was happy, that he was away from her. Maybe it was best for her. That's what he tried to tell himself, but he remembered how Morgana had saved him from Lucifer's wrath. She was making him enjoy life, again. With the Morningstar, he felt things, life wasn't just a game to him anymore.
One where, he was bored out of his mind while he played with people as if they were pawns on a playing board. Klaus glanced at his little brother, who's head seemed to be in the clouds. He inwardly chuckled as Alvaro hardly noticed Kol trying to pluck Morgana's familiar from his lap.
The eldest Mikaelson in the house shook his head, as Kol recoiled away from Alvaro, after his hand had been scratched harshly for the fifth time. It happened on an endless loop, Kol attempted to take Floki from his brother only to be scratched on the hand, before trying again only for Alvaro to slap his hand away, to which Kol always scrowled at him, for.
It seemed Floki still hadn't forgiven Kol, for calling him a 'thing' no matter how much the younger brother apologised and bribed the feline. During the night, Floki had been permanently stuck to his brother, only when Klaus offered him some milk, did the black tom-cat spar an hour or two from Alvaro's side.
He turned back to his painting with fond eyes. Kol scrowled again, after Alvaro slapped him again. He decided to go for a new tactic, he attempted to merely stroke Floki, only to jump back against the sofa. Away from his older brother, clutching his bleeding finger, unaware of Klaus's chuckle and Rebekah, who shook her head in disappointment.
"Pack your bags. We're leaving." Alvaro's head shot up, as Kol quickly forgot his already healed finger. Dark cocoa orbs gazed at Klaus in shock.
"Today?" Rebekah questioned, with a startled nature that sounded defensive while Kol and Alvaro glanced between the two, eyeing the conversation.
"Why not?" Said Klaus, not seeing the point in staying, their friend can easily find them "There's nothing keeping us here. We'll grab the doppelganger and be off."
Kol looked down, briefly before looking towards his baby sister "But tonight's the decade dance."
