DISCONTINUED!
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➤ in which a former allemey (ally-enemy) of the mikaelsons breaks the curse that was bestowed upon her, seeks to wreak havoc upon the petrova doppelgänger bloodline, and leaving them in chaos, ashes and blackness - and eager to...
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BROOKE SPRINGER WOULD NEVER grow accustomed to shrill disco music and sweaty crowds of hormonal teenagers dancing with each other, bodies almost glued to each other.
it disgusted the silver-green eyed immortal, she preferred elegant ballroom dancing with proper etiquette more.
the gift bearer still couldn't understand how humanity had sunken this low but she always acted like she enjoyed these kind of parties.
in reality, she wished nothing more for her to be at her flat she had... gotten herself, perhaps equipped with a good book her favourite blanket and a cup of hot chocolate.
her muscles tensed slightly as she felt another presence nearing her.
"alaric." she greeted the history teacher without looking at him directly, swirling her drink in her right hand in a bored manner.
"brooke." the history teacher replied, but brooke didn't miss the slightly confused and wondering look he gave her.
suspicious.
or brooke was paranoid — her disciples would always say her paranoia would be the death of her happiness, but quite frankly, brooke hadn't even found her happiness yet, so there was nothing to destroy.
plus, she'd rather hurt other people than accidentally get herself hurt.
as said before, the mahogany-haired brunette was overly cautious, paranoid and sceptical.
but for once, she shook of her monarch tingles that instinctively told her something was wrong with alaric.
she hadn't talked much to elena's history teacher yet but she planned on changing that. cassiopeia needed allies if she was slowly going to form hidden intrigues between the scooby gang members and plant discord and twist between them.
"seen any suspicious movement yet?" brooke joked, and cringed immediately inwardly.
whilst she was a powerful, supposedly evil gift bearer and could do almost anything, the art of making funny jokes didn't fall under the category of "anything".
brooke springer found it hard to joke around like a teenager — plus, she hadn't been able to wrap her head around teenager slang yet.
"not yet, so you?" the history teacher replied, chuckling as he watched the immortal with curiously sparkling eyes.
