blood & water || DISCONTINUED rebekah mikaelson

moments last forever

3rd Person POV

Ocean mentally facepalmed at the image of Rebekah and her Grandmother at the door. With her luck the young blonde would know at least five embarrassing stories and as a result, probably run the other direction as soon as Ocean came into view.

"I see you've met my Grandmother" the brunette announced, cringing at the thought of what they could've been talking about.

"Oh come on in Rebekah. My names Evangeline but you can call me Angie, darling" the older woman smiled, as the blonde cautiously walked inside.

"Good afternoon Miss Angie, thank you for inviting me into your beautiful house" she smiled.

Ocean was practically drowning in awkward teenage hormones, waiting for the polite moment to steal her girlfrie- girl friend? from her Grandmother. Undeniably Evangeline felt this shift in energy and quietly laughed to herself. She believed there was nothing more beautifully chaotic as young love, especially when it involved a Dubois and a Mikaelson.

"Well I should get going, I've got to meet up with the girls. Practicing tarot, working with crystals, a lot to do tonight" Evangeline said, interrupting the prior silence.

"Bye girls!" She yelled, walking out the oak door and promptly shutting it behind her.

"Bye Grandma!" the Dubois sisters shouted in unison. Earning a sneaky chuckle from Rebekah. The sisters knew how to hold a grudge, however they both knew they'd be fine by the morning. Perhaps still annoyed but not angry.

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Ocean POV

There was no one more beautiful than Rebekah Salvatore. In all honesty, I could stare at her for hours. Her long, blonde hair neatly and evenly sat over her shoulders. Her eyes, depending on her mood would shine grey like the reflection of the moon, much like they are now, or be so blue they make my own name jealous. She was the perfect depiction of every old romance poem I'd ever read, so much so that it surprises me she wasn't a an artist's muse. Her looks weren't the only thing I'd found loveable. It was her strong, yet emotional personality that intrigued me. It made me want her even more, if that was even possible.

"Ocean? Hello... anyone in there?" she giggles, making me realise I'd been staring a bit too long. Could you really blame me though?

"Hi" I whisper in response, struggling to hold back a smile.

"Hi?" she questions, shuffling closer to me.

Being so close yet so far away is a gift as much as it is a curse. If I were to move forward and inch our legs would be touching, but that'd be to bold.
"To remain subtle is to remain safe" is a quote my Father recited to me when I first asked him how to get a girl. Considering I was 13 and he isn't an uncomfortably awkward girl makes this tip somewhat outdated but hey, my 2 summer flings, failed talking stage and my first official girlfriend beg to differ. Using that knowledge I remained a great contender for teenage hearts for years. In all honesty, my dad was probably bullshitting that answer. My ma only knew him because she was a Bennett and Bennetts knew everything and everyone. Then in Grandma Dubois fashion, she'd become cupid 2.0 for them. My aunty May was a Harvest Girl and in Dubois men fashion he'd tried stopping an ancient ritual because he thought it'd actually kill my aunt. This left my ma to bind him to herself so he couldn't make any stupid attempts, while she studied New Orleans witchcraft. Of course my Grandma had known what was going to happen, they say she's a Seer, I just think she was intuitive. 
I know she knows more about the Mikaelson's however, she's the most stubborn person I've ever met meaning I'll never know anything until she deems it "right". Would Rebekah know anything about them?

"Bex?"

"Yes Ocean?" she softly replies, almost in sing-song.

"Do you know what the Mikaelson's look like? I mean, considering you're from Mystic Falls and all that" I ask, closing that gap as our legs rest on one another.

She glances around the room, biting her lower lip in concentration. She repeats this for another moment before raising her view toward me. I don't think she realises she's picking at the sides of her fingernails.

"I've only heard so much. Fair, well-spoken and  beautiful. I mean I'm sure you've heard the same, but really they could be anyone. Well not anyone, I mean" she quickly pauses.

"I'm just not entirely sure" she finishes. The skin around her nails raw and her eyebrows furrowed. She silently stares at me with those glistening grey eyes, waiting for a response I can't quite create.

"Oh okay" I nod, grabbing her hands in an attempt to stop her from picking at the sides of her fingers. Honestly I'd barely registered I was grasping onto her hands until she started smiling at me.

Flustered I let go, quickly hiding behind my hands.
She grabs them though, placing our now intertwined fingers on her lap.

We sit like this for a while, talking, laughing and occasionally staring. I notice how she tilts her head slightly when she smiles and how she tightens her grip on my hands as she listens to me. The longer we sit in each others presence, the more I wish moments would last forever.

AN:
Word count: 902
Y'all I'm so sorry abt how short this chapter is. Honestly I had no motivation to finish it, I'm gonna start working on the new chapter asap!!! If you're liking Blood&Water so far remember to vote 😁‼️ Thank you so much for reading!! Have a lovely day/night 💗💗💗