'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 - ?)
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How Ophelia ended up in this situation she wasn't sure, but there she was dangling from a cliff with the daunting waves crashing below. Her soft blue skirts matched the crashing sea as they shifted with the afternoon breeze. Her straw basket lay discarded on the frosted-over green grass, the flowers resting inside scattered across the ground, like winter meeting spring.
Grunting in frustration she readjusted her grip, trying to pull herself up. "Oh, for fuck's sake," she groaned when she failed yet again, even with her enhanced strength she failed as the cliff was too steep and eroded to get a good grip. "Honestly Ophelia this could be one of the stupidest things you've ever done, and you've been kicked out of eight royal courts."
But her irritation only grew when she heard the sound of galloping hooves approaching. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me," she sighed as they grew nearer, feeling a sense of embarrassment join her frustration in her mind.
"Are you alright there miss?" She heard a deep regal voice ask, their dignified accent matching hers. Looking up she saw a man standing above her at the edge of the cliff looking down at her. She noticed how handsome he was; with fair sun-kissed skin, deep brown eyes, dressed in a riding coat and suit, and neatly styled brown hair. But her observation was cut short when her grip slacked, and she quickly readjusted it before she could fall. "I'm quite alright thank you," she huffed blowing her hair, which had fallen out of its updo, out of her face. Her pride getting the better of her, overriding any logic like a cloud blocking out the sun. "You can be on your way."
"Are you sure about that?" he questioned looking down at her, tilting his head with a teasing grin. "Because from up here, it looks like you're in quite the predicament."
"Well, when one looks down on people they tend to miss valuable details." She snapped, her frustration only growing at the expression that graced his face.
"And what valuable details have I missed here?"
"That I'm perfectly capable of getting up on my own and don't need help from some pompous rich lord."
"Pompous?" He asked raising a brow.
"Yes, pompous." She confirmed with a certain nod. Like a hawk perched upon her shoulder, her pride sank its claws into her skin until she bled, not stopping until she embraced the feeling it brought.
"Ah yes, now I see, my bad," the stranger sarcastically replied, crouching down closer to her. "Don't you know it's dangerous to walk near a cliff's edge?"
