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"You'll be the mirror to my soul A beautiful sight Through cracked glass"
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Fate were a cruel temptress in its many ways, it introduced you to so many things, only to strip them away from you before fully enjoying the taste of possibility. You basked in the warmth, hoping for an eternity of peace but all that is given is sores to the gums.
Elijah Mikaelson believed in fate, he believed that destiny were inevitable, that no matter the force, it should prevail. However in all cases, destiny always rung with a thudding chime. It were a promise that pain would always follow his family, just as he would. Destiny were his eternity, an eternity of misery lasting within his bones, sewn to his soul like a second skin. His mind had grown numb over time, he was use to this reality, he had adapted his hopes, his dreams, to this reality. Destiny were real, it simply were tragic.
Nyla Beckett did not believe in any fate that were not forged from blood and bone, it took work, and choice to create chance and future. Not the time that ticked and pressed. You controlled your fate, just the same as you controlled you words. Her world revolves around this, around the idea that she held the strings to the ground she strutted along. She created chance and choice, she decided life or death, she was destiny. Everything for her was an opportunity she felt worth taking.
So their destiny of passing at the cusp of a bars edge, were slim to none. Elijah's left arm could have moved instead of his right, he could have taken another stool, he could have never stopped that night. Nyla could have ignored her spoiled drink, decided that were her sign to begin heading outside of the stale bars doors, she should have chose never stopped. But Elijah would never had missed his opportunity to level his brother, and Nyla never missed the opportunity to drink.
Destiny, or choice?
Authors Note;
First, this story of course being set in the originals, will touch on mature topics, such as physical and mental abuse, mental disorders, gore/suicide, smut and other variants. I completely understand if this makes you uncomfortable and I hope you have an amazing rest of your day.
Second, Nyla is a character she has her own history, feelings and, reactions to the things around her, so if you don't agree with a decision she makes or a relationship she has I ask that you understand she isn't you
Third, this story is in the beginning stages of writing an editing so somethings will change here and there, please understand lovelies.
