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I stared at Henrik as he drove, one hand on the steering wheel and one on the center console, resting. I'm sure he wanted to touch me but didn't want to push my boundaries. If only he knew I wanted him just as close as he wanted me.
"When was the last time you saw either of your brothers?"
"Elijah and Nik?" At my nod of confirmation, he sighed, "A hundred years? Give or take."
"Why?"
"We had an argument." He said simply. I wanted to ask more, but we had already arrived at Alaric's apartment building. Henrik parked the car before turning to me with a small smile, "You ready?"
"Are you? Henrik, you haven't seen your brothers in-"
He interrupted me, his voice low and desperate, "Say it again."
"What?" I asked, confused. Henrik unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned closer, "My name."
I smiled unbuckling my seatbelt before speaking, "Henrik."
His breath caught, ever so slightly but I noticed, and so I said it again, "Henrik Mikaelson, the myth of an Original."
Henrik's hand cupped my cheek, "Dove Andris, the powerful siphon."
My heart was beating so fast, I knew he could hear it. I breathed shakily and shook my head with a small laugh, "You should know, my name isn't actually Dove. It's a nickname."
"For what?"
"Columba," I said shyly. Henrik didn't laugh or make fun of my name though, he smiled instead. A radiant one as he asked, "The constellation?"
I nodded, "Columba Rue Andris. My mother named me after the constellation, hoping it would tie me to my father's side I think, even though I don't even know him. And the Rue flower is a symbol of Lithuania, my coven's homeland."
"Do you speak Lithuanian?" Henrik asked, his hand still on my cheek while his thumb moved back and forth soothingly. I took a deep breath to calm myself, "Yeah. I learned Lithuanian and Polish before I even knew English."
He looked impressed, "Polish too?"
"I am a woman of many talents. But yes, my mother and I mainly speak Lithuanian but she has a nickname for me in Polish that my grandfather called me when I was a baby, 'mały ptak'. It means little bird." I smiled softly at the few memories I had of my grandfather.
From what I could remember, he was a kind man who brought out the good in others. But once he died, everything good in my grandmother died with him. Only made worse by the fact of my true nature.
Henrik seemed to notice my loss of focus as he placed his free hand on my other cheek, bringing my attention back to him as a blush appeared, "You fascinate me, Columba Rue Andris."
