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꧁ 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ꧂
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THEY WERE STOOD IN THE FOYET AS REBEKAH STARED AT THE PAINTING OF HERSELF THAT HUNG ON THE WALL. Grace was stood next to her, tilting her head slightly. Rebekah didn't really seem like she quite liked the painting. Shaking her head, she bites the inside of her cheek. "That is just not my chin, Nik. It was much more delicate." Rebekah scolds as she narrows her eyes. Grace laughs, shaking her head. Klaus raises his eyebrows at his sister.
"The only thing delicate about you is your ego." Klaus retorts and Rebekah turns to face him, not pleased by his comment.
"When placed beside the bohemth size of yours, certainly." She tells him and Klaus glares at her slightly. Grace leans back against the piano that Klaus had his phone placed on.
"Could we dispense of this fascinating dispute for just a moment and return to the subject of our supposed long-lost sister?" Elijah asks, his voice coming through it. Rebekah sighs as she runs a hand through her hair.
"There's not much to discuss, Elijah. Said she was Freya and then darted off into the night." Rebekah states, not having much else to say about the subject.
"And you believed her?" Elijah asks, still not fully believing that their sister, who had supposedly been giving to their aunt Dahlia, was still living.
"Well, I met the girl in a mystical loony bin, she could be anyone telling any lie, but she did seem familiar somehow." Rebekah admits as she squints, trying to remember where she knew the girl from. Klaus sighs as he turns, walking a few feet away from them.
"Then how is she still alive? A question as ridiculous as it's possible solutions, given this family's annoying predilection for cheating death?" Klaus states with a scoff before turning back to look at Rebekah who just rolls her eyes.
"I don't know, Nik. I'm just telling you what she said." She responds, not knowing what else she could really say.
"Well, did you happen to ask if by some similiar miracle, our aunt Dahlia lives as well?" He asks as he stares expectantly at Rebekah who clenches her jaw.
"I barely had a chance to process-"
"Because on the list of obvious questions, it would be nice to know if the woman who placed a curse on the firstborns of this family is still breathing air." Klaus states, his voice full of anger. Rebekah glares back at him, not allowing him to speak to her this way.
"Then let me turn back time and do it again to your liking then." She shouts back, her fists clenching together. Grace only lifts her hands to her face, and it seems that Elijah was fed up as well as his voice pipes through the phone.
