𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 ༄ 𝗦. 𝗦𝗔𝗟𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘 ²︎

𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦

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[season four || episode twenty]
the originals

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alexithymia:
(n.) the inability to
express your feelings

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Madeline hated dreams. Whenever her eyes closed, she didn't have control over her own mind. For obvious reasons, her dreams would revolve around the people she lost. In this particular case, it was about her father.

Sitting in silence, Madeline stared at her father's gravestone. She had a bottle of alcohol in her hand, as usual. It had developed into an unhealthy habit — disappearing without a word and seeking her father's comfort. Despite her desire to down the entire thing, she couldn't. She needed to be prepared for Silas. After all, he tried to kill her a few days ago.

What a prom to remember.

Despite the fear of having her life in the palm of the enemy's hands, there was a part of her that couldn't help but be curious as to what waited for her on the other side. If she died, she'd be with the people she lost — her father, Jenna, Jeremy. However, she knew leaving wasn't an option, not with people counting on her.

Sensing someone behind her, she conjured an orb of energy in her hand and turned around, her eyes gleaming with a scarlet hue. Before she sent the person soaring through the air, she heard a familiar voice. "Easy there, love."

Sighing in relief, the color in her eyes evaporated. "You're lucky you're immortal." She was glad it wasn't Silas. Her power wasn't back to its full strength. She didn't know why. Normally, her power would return. She assumed something in her brain was holding her back. Either way, if it were Silas, she would've been a goner.

"So I've been told," Klaus smirked.

"I thought you were Silas," Madeline admitted. The mention of Silas nearly chilled Klaus to the bone. He distinctly remembered the feeling of the white oak stake slowly inching closer to his heart, his blood pumping with fear. "What are you doing?"

"I've come to ask you for a favor," Klaus said.

"Pause. I have a feeling I'm gonna need this." Madeline stood and took a swig of her drink. "Okay, continue. I'm ready."

"Come to New Orleans with me."

Madeline furrowed her brows. Surely she didn't hear him correctly. "I think I drank too much. Say that again please."

"You heard me the first time. Yes or no?" Klaus repeated.

"I can't just leave. Not with Bonnie struggling, Elena without her emotions, Katherine still alive, Pietro —" Madeline rambled.

"Madeline, I need backup." Klaus pleaded. "There's a group of witches conspiring against me. I just need you as a precaution. Quarter witches are not to be trifled with."

"You? You, Klaus Mikaelson — an Original hybrid, need my help?" Madeline said, amusement dancing on her tongue. "Sure you do."

"Believe it or not, Madeline, maybe I'm asking you because I genuinely enjoy your company," Klaus suggested.

Madeline chuckled. "Yeah, that can't be it. You need my telekinesis. With me, you're actually unstoppable."

Klaus sighed. "You've figured it out. Go with me."

"What's the magic word?" Madeline teased.

"Now." Klaus retorted.

"Close, but no," Madeline said, shaking her head. "It starts with the letter P."