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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"Hello, love." Klaus said when he answered the phone that had barely rung once before he did so.
"Nik?" Murielle asked with a lot of confusion. It had been Finn's phone as usual that she had called, and out of the three previous times they had spoken, Niklaus had never been the one to answer.
"Yes?" He responded, a weird squeezing feeling arising in his chest at the nickname. It wasn't unpleasant but it was inexplicable and for that alone, he did not like it.
"Why do you have Finn's phone?"
Mentally, Klaus cursed. Why had he thought this was the preferable option to simply ignoring her call? But then she'd be suspicious and he wouldn't get to talk to her and she'd come charging in to rescue her lover boy. He needed to think and do it fast. "Sorry, love, he's away right now, left his phone."
Murielle's puzzlement only grew at that. "Why wouldn't he take it with him?"
"I may or may not have told him that phones only work indoors." Klaus said, letting some of his guilt seep through into his voice. Lying to her felt so wrong but yet again he couldn't explain why. All these underlying sensations were strange; she was special, sure, but special to the world, not to him... So why....
"Nik!" Murielle exclaimed in half-outrage, half-amusement. "You're supposed to be teaching him about phones not using them against him."
"He's just so gullible." He grinned to himself, unable to control the smile. One just seemed to bloom whenever he talked to her.
"Anyway, where is Finn?"
Thankfully for Klaus, and not so much for Finn, Elijah chose that moment to walk into the living room with some urgency. His countenance was as regal as ever but worry furrowed his brow and there was a desperation in his eyes.
Immediately, Murielle said, "I'll call you tomorrow, Nik." She didn't give him a chance to respond before she'd hung up the phone and diverted all of her attention towards Elijah.
The man in question sat next to her on the sofa, instantly seeking to clasp her hands in his as a form of comfort. Though puzzled, Murielle still held his hands back with a soft grip. She ignored the way his skin turned to stone under her touch, willing it to go away and for her countenance to remain constant as her mind spiralled.
Elijah noticed the quickened pace with which Murielle breathed and misattributed it to being as a result of their closeness. A small smile shone through the previous frown and his gaze turned almost bashful. But small niceties would not stem away from the necessity that was the topic of conversation.
"I want to take you out." He finally said.
Murielle was taken aback by his words, her mind conjuring up a plethora of motives behind them. She truly hoped it was not that darker connotation in which she would finally meet her overdue end. Or was this his formal way of asking her out? Demanding her out? The words weren't exactly a request.
