"i'm just trying to help you! at least save some broken remnants of your innocence!"
"my innocence? oh god dad, that's long gone!"
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in which mercy mikaelson is dealing with all the things that make growing up so hard.
{season 5}
{book 2}
compl...
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| wedding (n): a marriage ceremony; unification of two separate beings |
THE NEXT DAY showered the city of New Orleans with sunny rays, not even an inch of clouds to block the warmth. Mercy had slept in, and when she moved, she realized that another body lay next to her. She wasn't too perturbed until she felt a third, and she blinked her eyes open in confusion.
It was Mavis and Hope. The three of them were sprawled out onto the king sized bed, limbs entangled and sheets bunched up. Mercy shifted a little when she felt an elbow in her back, and she heard the other two groan at the following motion.
"Mer, stop moving, please," Hope whined, voice muffled through the pillow smushed against her face.
"Yeah, Mikaelson," Mavis mumbled from the foot of the bed, where her head currently was. "It's too damn early."
Mercy turned her head to the side table. "It's 1pm," she corrected.
Hope giggled, and it sent the others into a small fit as well. Sitting up amidst the tangled bodies, Mercy glanced around the room. The three girls had gotten a little too wild last night, especially Hope, who wasn't as accustomed to Mavis's encouragement on drinking. Mercy had to struggle with Mavis to hide Hope's drunkenness before their parents realized, and the three had stumbled into an empty hut that had been built by the Ontario pack.
It was a large, single room that was about as big as the rooms in the Abattoir. The bed was on the floor, close to the tightly packed dirt that was scarcely covered by a small rug. There were flowers in the corner that had been picked sometime yesterday during the festivities, and Mercy beamed when she remembered how well the party went last night.
They look to you for guidance.
They trust you.
Do not make them regret it.
Mercy frowned at the last thought that filtered through her head. She was hardly beginning to analyze the words when Hope's groggy groan brought her back to the present. Mercy tilted her head down at her sister, who was rubbing her eyes in a languid motion.
"That's the last time I ever listen to you," Hope muttered toward Mavis, who had the decency to look offended.
"Hey! I didn't force you to drink!"
"You might as well have."
"Ah, memories," Mercy mused nostalgically, and the three girls erupted into a fit of giggles once more. Eventually, both Mavis and Hope shifted to sit up on the big bed too, and Mercy almost laughed at how they must've looked: all bed-heads and snickering laughter. It was like they were having a sleepover, and Mercy loved it.
