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❝ how poetic. ❞
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ENOLA FELT AS SMALL AND INSIGNIFICANT AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE. She understood how it can actually ache in places she didn't even know she had inside of her. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts she gets—or gyms she join or how many glasses of chardonnay she drinks with her girlfriends—she still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what she did wrong or how she could have misunderstood and how the hell for a brief moment she could think that she was ever that happy.
Enola had never felt more small and insignificant until this very moment. As Elijah and Marcel were doing everything in their power to find Klaus and Rebekah, she was forced to sit around and wait. She stood on the balcony just above the courtyard as Marcel threw out commands to police officers. She had wondered why they were involving the humans in this fight against the witches, but she knew first hand how competent law enforcement could be if you let them do their job.
Enola watched them disperse around Marcel as Elijah entered the compound. He had left a few hours ago to Lafayette Cemetery where he was sure to find a witch who would give him what he wanted. Unfortunately by the look of things, he didn't get his way. Though he did look more determined than before which was good for them. This meant he must've got something from the witches. If not the location of Klaus and Rebekah, what could it have possibly been?
"Anything?" Elijah questioned.
"They're putting eyes and ears out everywhere. Daywalkers are working every contact we've got. Cops, dock workers, guys in the treme. Word is out." Marcel informed. "Anyone trying to earn favor with me gets a lifetime of it if they find them."
"Good," Elijah nodded. "I need a pen and paper."
Elijah began to storm up the stairs with Marcel close behind. Enola joined them in their short trek down the hall. They each gave her a nod of acknowledgement as they stormed into the study with minds full of concern and confusion.
"Am I taking orders from you now?" Marcel questioned. "Or are we in this together?
"Pen and Paper, Marcel." Elijah repeated as he began to peel off his suit jacket.
"I want her back just as much as you do," Marcel reminded. "Both of them."
Marcel began rummaging through the desk for a pen and paper as Elijah began unbuttoning his dress shirt. Enola furrowed her brows, eyes flickering around his bare chest and torso. A list of names appeared to be tattooed across his body, making her confusion all the more prominent.
