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❝ relationships are built on trust and equality. ❞
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ENOLA HAS ALWAYS THOUGHT OF RUNNING ERRANDS AS THE MOST INTIMATE FORM OF BONDING. Here: she now reveals herself to her lover with what kind of milk she buys, how she tells if a watermelon is ripe or not. She has helped him choose ingredients for pasta and felt a burst of gratitude at this show of trust.
Walking along the citrus aisle, she sensed a contentment she hadn't felt for a long while. She looked down into the basket like many times before to find it filled with both of their stuff mingled together—impossible to tell which lemon belonged to who. She thought, a little rebelliously, that if she could share a basket of groceries she knew she was capable of sharing a day with someone. That heavy basket of food, overflowing and intermingling, was her proof of that fact. In all its mundane intimacy.
But this was more than mundane intimacy. This was more than running a simple errand together. Today, Enola and Klaus were bargaining with Cami for the remainder of the white oak. She demanded they return her dark objects to their rightful owner. If they didn't, she would just have to hold on to the pale horse that could lead to their doom. So no, this wasn't a normal errand. It lacked a certain intimacy.
"This is barely a third of the dark objects Cami asked for," Enola spoke up. "She won't give us the white oak stake unless we hand them all over."
"I doubt she will notice," Klaus grumbled.
"She isn't dumb," Enola deadpanned.
Klaus and Enola rounded the corner in Lafayette Cemetery to find Vincent of all people leaning against a nearby mausoleum. He looked like he would rather be anywhere else. He was probably forcefully dragged from bed this morning to deal with this ridiculousness. None of them wanted to be dealing with such nonsense so early in the morning, but this was a life or death situation.
"Vincent. I should have known that Camille would seek powerful fools to aid in this rather futile gambit." Klaus glared. "As I send you off to join your ancestors, just know this is her fault."
"Nik—" Enola tried. But it was too late. Klaus had already run head first into some sort of magical barrier. "—Watch out." She bit back an amused round of laughter at the pained look on his face. "I tried to warn you."
"I was hoping for a simple trade, but seeing as how everything you took can't possibly fit in that briefcase, I am going to go ahead and assume that simple ain't exactly your style, huh?" Vincent hummed.
