Broken Souls

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Exiting Finn's room, she ran into Niklaus. Seeing her outfit, he smirked. "Walk of shame, my love?" Sol crossed her arms over her chest and laughed.

"No, but if you wait long enough, I think you'll catch Kol's." Her eyes filled with a pride that made Nik oddly proud of her. "I wanted to check on Finn. We're going to make waffles. Do you want some?" The Mikaelson's partook more frequently in food, eager to try Sol's cooking and baked treats.

"Love to, Little Witch." A door opened behind Niklaus. He turned, expecting to see his younger brother sneaking out of Sol's room. Instead, the two witnessed a blond sneaking out of a guest room. She was wearing a dress and carrying her heels. A guest from the ball stayed over?

Closing the door behind her, the blond turned, jumping at the sight of Nik and Sol. "I- uhm. I didn't think anyone was out here." She cleared her throat, turning away fro the two. She seemed embarrassed, like she'd been caught doing her own walk of shame. Niklaus was clearly amused at the situation. She'd come out of Enzo's current room.

"So, Enzo? Was that his name? He let me sleep since I drank a bit too much last night. I hope that was okay." The blonde seemed to be starting to ramble. She looked familiar to Sol, but she couldn't place it.

"No problem at all!" Sol walked past Nik to reach her. "I'm Solène. Everyone calls me Sol." She smiled at the woman.

"Camille. Everyone calls me Cami." Nodding in greeting, the woman shuffled on her feet. She was hoping to leave without being caught. Her name finally clicked her into place. The brave bartender. What was she doing her in Mystic Falls? Shouldn't she be in New Orleans?

"It's nice to meet you. Can I offer you some clothes? I'm glad Enzo didn't let you drive home last night if you drank too much." I'll have to thank him for helping me meet this gorgeous woman, and she's got her psych degree. That's mad hot.

"Oh, that's not necessary." Cami shook her head, a meek smile on her lips.

"Please, I insist. It's really no trouble." Gently, she guided the woman to her bedroom door and paused when she remembered what was behind it. "Sorry, just give me one moment." The blond nodded and watched as Sol peeked her head into her own bedroom.

"Kol!" She called out to him, still lying unclothed on her bed. "Put your pants on! We've got a guest." Kol groaned at her words. He'd been keeping the bed warm in hopes she'd join him again. This guest has dashed his hopes.

Begrudgingly, he slid to the end of the bed, sliding his pants up his legs and over his waist. "All done. Happy?" He held out his hands.

"Yes, thank you." She would've told him to put on his shirt too, but she was still in it. "Please excuse his shirtlessness. That's my fault." She waved a hand in front of her shirt.

Cami told her it was no problem, entering the room behind her. It was a simple room; crème colored walls with lilac furnishings. She greeted the man sitting on the bed as she passed him. Solène opened the two door closet, revealing her extensive wardrobe to the woman. "Go ahead and pick whatever makes you comfortable."

"Are you sure this is okay?" The blond had to ask one more time before she started looking through the clothes.

"Yes, absolutely. I still have yet to wear most of these." The siphon waved a hand to her worries, not even flinching when she felt Kol's hands on her hips. "Kol, I'll be making waffles with Finn. Would you like any?"

Kol hummed, wanting to eat any food she made for them. "Of course, darling. I'll go get cleaned up." Giving her hips a squeeze, he was off to take a shower.

Sol noticed Cami had grabbed a plain t-shirt and was looking through her pile of jeans, sneaking a few glances her way. The witch and a pretty good idea what the looks were for. Caroline had as similar expression once before.

"You can ask, Cami. It's alright. I'm very open about it all." She extended the opportunity for questions to the blond.

"I'm just curious... what is it like? Do they get jealous or anything?"

"It's really quite nice. Call me greedy, but I love having them as my boyfriends; having them all care for me in their own ways. They're all so different, yet we all go together so perfectly. Jealousy hasn't been a problem yet. Unless you count Kol being upset for not making out with him before Niklaus." Cami couldn't help but laugh with the woman at her words. The dynamics of the polyamorous relationship was something that intrigued her, having never met one in that kind of relationship before.

"I need to get ready to make breakfast," Sol remembered. "I'll go brush my teeth and leave you out a toothbrush if you'd like to do the same. Will you join us for breakfast? We have bread, if you'd rather have that. Are you feeling hungover at all?"

A big smile graced Cami's lips. "You are quite the host to a surprise guest."

"I'm kind til I'm crossed," Sol shrugged. "Comes with the trauma." She chuckled at the half-joke. "Waffles or toast?"

Cami paused, thinking for a moment. She momentarily wondered what the trauma was, but pushed away her psychoanalysis brain in exchange for food. "Waffles sound great! Thank you so much."

With her teeth brushed, she made it downstairs where the brothers were gathered at the dining table, stakes lying on the table. "What's this?"

"Damon dropped off the white oak they'd collect before I burned the rest of it." Nik snatched them up, tossing them on top of the firewood in the living room's fireplace. He quickly set it ablaze, watching it turn to ash. She was surprised, and pleased, that Damon brought oner their stock of white oak. However, she wouldn't be surprised if he'd kept an emergency one.

Elijah took the opportunity to hand her two of the daggers. "Kai siphoned the other two. We also tested it out, they didn't work." Happiness was evident in his voice. Sol's chest warmed. Everything was quickly coming together for them. The white oak would be gone, besides the indestructible one she'd hidden, and the daggers would be useless.

"Shall we display them? Confuse those who know what they are?" A mischievous tone filled her words as she siphoned from the two daggers simultaneously.

"We would look into it, if everyone agrees." Elijah nodded, seeing no problem with displaying the newly useless daggers. There was more magic in the daggers than she could hold, but she didn't want to leave any magic in them. Thus, she was forced to release some of the magic.

With the magic gone, she handed them back to Elijah. "The waffles are waiting, and probably Finn as well." She could only hope nothing happened while he was waiting on her to arrive. He really tried his best to help in the kitchen, but he still did make mistakes. Once, Finn tried to put foil in the microwave; Sol truly thought she was going to have a heart attack when she saw him.

Fifteen minutes later, everyone was sat at the table eating the waffles made by Solène and Finn. Enzo had been shocked to see Camille joining them for breakfast, but Sol quickly announced that the blond was her new friend. Her words caused the blond's heart to feel warm, having yet to make friends in the new town.

Laughter filled the table at Nik's question. "Are you collecting blond friends, my love?"