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It's Life and Death

Niklaus' eyes fluttered open. He felt like he was floating, and in the corner of his ocean eyes saw an Angel, watching over him with the sunlight as their halo.
He was sure, the first time in 1000 years; he was dead. 

Fluffy mahogany curls twisted around a bone white stick, except for one rebellious lock slid down the side of her cheek no matter how many times she blew it away. His eyes connected the many constellations of freckles upon her  slightly down turned nose. Her pouty bottom lip, slightly redder and bruised from chewing in intense concentration on whatever she was reading.

A large white button up shirt coated her form. One leg dangled down; he saw it was decorated with three deep blue evenly distanced scars. They looked as if they were moving, flowing like water as her leg swayed in the air. The other leg was folded underneath herself, yet rugged silver scars cut into her thighs glowed in the sun

His ocean eyes travelled up her body, more specifically her chest and he saw two perked dusty pink nipples pushing against the thin material. Niklaus lingered longer than he should have, before travelling down her arms noting the sleeves pushed up to her elbows.

A thick layer of scar tissue ran down the length of her right forearm, it looked freshly healed, but the amount of dark magic oozing from it made him reconsider the notion. Niklaus couldn't fully see her left arm, but he did see something caved into the back of her left hand. The Original Hybrid wasn't sure what it said, but way her hand trembled slightly, told him it was something he shouldn't ask about

Niklaus' sharp half laden eyes moved back towards the Angel's face and found a pair of ethereal emeralds looking over the love warn yellowing pages. The book moved, revealing a face with the warmest smile he'd ever seen

"Niklaus?"

Their voice was music; soft, commanding, something he needed to listen for the rest of his immortal life.
Going to reach out for her, Niklaus realised that he was securely tucked up in strawberry coloured silk sheets.
And just like that; the image he saw crashed.

🌑🌓🌕🌗🌑

"What happened?!"
Distracting herself from the Mikaelson's husky morning voice, Willow arched her back until a large satisfying cracked in her lower spine was heard, "What do you remember?"

"You pissing me off," Niklaus sluggishly rubbed his hands over his face. Gods he hadn't been that hung over since the twenties
A satisfied smile grew on Willow's face, showing off a singular dimple in her right cheek, "Don't worry you're not special, I piss many people off"

"I drank your blood," Niklaus declared, as his fangs decended the second the memory ran through his head, and the taste still hitting his tongue. In fact, as she sat there, her blood right there, singing like a siren; the hybrid was more than willing to drown
Willow smirked, one the devil wore, "You also called me: Exquisite"

Niklaus tugged at the material cocooning him, in an attempt to getting up. However when he swung his legs over the side of the bed, Willow was already by the Hybrids side. He failed in batting her calloused hands away, and so settled on a deep growl reverberating from the back of his throat, "I can do it myself"
"Alright." She raised an amused eyebrow, daring him, "get up"

 Niklaus so wanted to prove her wrong, but his body wasn't cooperating. A pout, a sneer, whatever you want to call it appeared on his lips, "What is that ringing?!"
"Your phone." Willow handed it to him, "I'm going to make breakfast, take as long as you need"