Perhaps it wasn't Murielle's finest moment when accidentally mispronouncing a spell had an unconscious Original landing slap-bang in the middle of her home. Though at first this mistake may have seemed horrible, it leads to a whirlwind of a life tha...
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Instantly, Elijah was by her side, ready to leave at a moment's notice and forgo the enjoyable time it would take them to reach the portal in favour of her safety. Klaus's head whipped around to face her, even though she wasn't directly looking at him.
Seeing her through his own eyes... It was an experience he was so glad he could relive over and over for eternity. Because she really was a painting.
"Murielle..." He breathed out, a small, sincere smile breaking through his façade.
Her face turned quizzical. She had heard that tone; she knew that soul; she'd felt this way before but around who? "Do I know you?"
"Yes. We have met quite a few times." Elijah sent him an incredulous look at the revelation. Murielle had never mentioned him and she told them everything; she would blabber away to him and Finn about even the smallest details of her goings-on. Not a word of Niklaus though; they would've certainly noticed it had that been the case.
Slowly, she moved towards the blurred figure in front of her. His back was to the only light source and so it shadowed him from her sights, creating an ominous look that he was not going for. Her steps were nervous as she moved towards him, prepared to jump behind Elijah should this supposed acquaintance move even a smidgen.
And yet it was a war inside her mind of alarm and calm. Some small, insane part of her was not worried about how this ruthless killer might tear her to shreds; some small part of her clearly had no survival instinct whatsoever. Some small part of her trusted her gut instinct that didn't foresee any upcoming tragedy, that trusted the God and Goddess not to put her through such strife in such quick succession.
Elijah's hand caught on hers but she squeezed it to let him know that it was alright. That she did not believe herself to be in any true peril. Not with him here and not with all signs showing otherwise.
Her hands reached up towards Niklaus's face and he didn't move. In fact, the scary hybrid was holding his breath for this moment, to finally live these events through his own skin and his own feelings.
Her fingers brushed lightly against his skin and she could've sworn that he leaned into her touch but it was probably the darkness playing tricks on her or her hallucinations beginning already. She skimmed over his face, mapping it out with her fingers while also testing out his soul and how it felt. The planes of his face were gorgeous; they gave off similar feelings to what it was like to touch Finn or Elijah's face.
It was like intimacy between close people, a step in familiarity that only seemed to give credit to what he'd claimed.
His soul was right. This was the soul she had felt misplaced before; this was the Alaric she knew. Or not Alaric.
This was the man who had told her all about his likes and dislikes, history, and jokes and listened to her talk on end in one sitting. This was the man who she'd gotten close to in so few meetings. This was Nalaric, or Niklaus.
