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"Just feel something." The redhead pleaded before walking away, almost in anger. The blonde's jaw clenched as he stared at the ground, muttering "How can I when the one who makes me want to feel isn't here anymore."
The music flowed through the town square as the street buzzed with chatter and laughs. There were tourists everywhere, some taking pictures, some admiring artists as everyone took in what the city had to offer. The child that sat on the brunette's hip cooed as she watched the painter do a painting that seemed to be a potrait of someone. When the painter splashed red on the canvas, the cild giggled and the brunette rocked her, a smile on her face.
"My daughter likes red doesn't she?" The British accented voice spoke as the woman turned around and smiled at seeing the man. She gazed down at the child again, cradling her closer "Hopefully it'll only be the paint red. Can't have her taking after her father can we?"
"Of course not. She'll be much more powerful."
"Mikaelsons are born with that trait. The competitiveness and the need to be on top no matter what. I get afraid sometimes. Worried for her future."
