"The line between what pains us,
and what sustains us,is thinner than you'd imagine."
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-Niklaus Mikaelson
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**Fallon Mikaelson's POV
[City of New Orleans,buzzy street,night time.]
The night was taking a darker turn,
the jazz music still ringing through the streets,but the restaurants were closing and the bars kicking people out and into the chilly wind.
Klaus,was high above the passersbyers,his hands on the railing,staring down,like a eager king,ready to conquer.
He heard when we slipped into the house and came jogging up the stairs.He could feel the air tense in our presence,"Evening,Fallon,Elijha." He greeted us,but his tone was hard.
