'Honey You're Familiar Like My Mirror Years Ago'
In which the noble Mikaelson is reunited with his greatest love but doesn't remember her.
(Elijah Mikaelson x oc)
(The originals s1 - ?)
(EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE)
(Slow updates)
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The morning sun smiled down at Ophelia as she anxiously waited at a grand white door, to a matching grand white house, having knocked moments prior. She had decided to finally take a day for herself, something the woman desperately needed and something her outfit clearly reflected; clad in a faded Queen band tee from their first big show, light wash jeans, and scuffed white sneakers.
The first stop of her day was checking in on her late-night bayou partner.
It wasn't hard to track the Mikaelson's down, making sure not to use magic so as not to get caught. Once finding the address though she just had to wait for the right moment.
The size of the house didn't surprise her, knowing the ancient family would never stay in anything less than.
The door swung open suddenly, startling the woman from her thoughts. Luckily though it wasn't one of the original siblings but rather the woman she was there to see, Hayley Marshall.
"Ophelia," she sounded surprised, not that Ophelia expected otherwise. She held the door close to her body, blocking the entrance and a view inside. "What're you doing here?"
"I came to see if you're okay," she told her, tilting her head as her tone turned sarcastic. "You know since when we first met you were being chased by witches?"
"Right," Hayley nodded, a bashful smile gracing her lips. Looking back up at the woman she opened the door wider. "Do you wanna come in?"
The house was empty except for the sound of laughter from the two women sitting on the living room couch. Hayley explained to her exactly how the miracle baby was conceived after Ophelia had asked if she was in some sort of relationship with Klaus.
"On a table?" Her eyes widened before falling into another fit of laughter, falling back onto the cream-coloured couch.
"It was the scotch!" The woman in question objected with her own smile.
"You do know you're gonna have to tell that to your child one day, right?" Both women fell into another fit of laughter at Ophelia's realisation.
For two hours they sat and talked, chatting about everything from her pregnancy and the potential gender of the baby to their shared love of the band Queen, and old action movies.
It was refreshing for both, to have someone to talk to that wasn't at the centre of the drama in New Orleans, aka Marcel or the Mikaelson's.
But their little bubble of friendship was broken when the front door opened. Their laughter quickly ceased, and the house fell to a deadly silence as Klaus Mikaelson entered the house. His footsteps echoing down the hallway.
