"I would burn the world to the ground for you and it still wouldn't be enough."
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 things you cannot have is what Kalliope knew incredibly well. Spending years trapped within her naturally timid...
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FLORENCE EMBRACED THE HIGH LIFE like she knew Jenna would have wanted her. In the past, whenever she indulged, it was to forget and waste away in ruin. However, Flore promised Jenna that she would take advantage of the new freedom given to her. She wouldn't abuse the gift and instead decided to do what Jenna loved to do: Drink tequila and become the bright, vivacious ray of sunshine of every room she walked into.
She lightly set the shot glass onto the sticky bartop because she couldn't find it within herself to slam it like she had witnessed many others doing in the bar. It just seemed rude. Her dark brown hair was down, loose along her shoulders in thick curls. The rouge color on her lips and cheeks caught rarely in the dim lighting of the bar.
They were somewhere in North Carolina at the seaside. Klaus and Stefan, somewhere she didn't care, looking for leads. The ocean air blew in from the open windows, sand floating from the beach scraping against her skin.
When they set off for the road, which was against her will, Flore didn't anticipate coming to all these new sights. Don't get her wrong, Flore had seen many places as a Genie. She had walked the Sahara desert in poorly strapped sandals and nearly lost her mind to sea madness on a ship with Vikings. But she had never been free. She had never had the chance to take in the sights or smell the sea foam as it brushed against her nostrils. Never had she sat in a bar just to drink because she had no master to serve.
Yes, she was still belligerent after what happened two months ago, but truth be told, she was also taking what she could of this new life... wherever it may lead.
Florence was trying to keep the peace in the perfect mix of chaos she got herself into. Stefan was a brooding, miserable lump of a man. Even though he tried to play it off like he didn't care about his current situation, Flore saw through his every eye roll and scoff. The lingering stares as his mind drifted to a happier time before Klaus walked into Mystic Falls.
She heard him leave out in the middle of the night from their shared room. Florence, ever the light sleeper, stilled when he passed her to exit the front door. Her breaths even as she peered through the shabby motel window to see his figure wandering in the parking lot. The sound of his sniffles when he returned from crying. She knew the sound well, although she never confronted him about it. It was best for him to believe he had some reprieve.
Klaus was on a manhunt, seething with greed for the prizes he just won: a Genie and a Ripper. They travelled every time there was a lead, and when there wasn't, blood was left in their wake. Houses were burned down. Screams echoed in the night. People trembled in fear of the coming Original Hybrid and his Cerebrus hounds.
