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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Two months flitted by in a torrent of emotions and happenstances. On the surface, life seemed serene. Murielle kept up a pretty smile in front of Elijah, going on regular outings with him to places like the cinema, park, castle, anywhere and everywhere he took her, hoping it would lift the weight off of her shoulders.
He spent almost every hour of the day with her. Outings in daylight, movies by the darkness, three meals a day and sometimes even through Nótt's rule. When there was nothing to do, he told stories of his life, to which she listened intently. He would talk for the gleam in her eyes as she leaned towards him. He would talk to have her but a moment more in his company.
By the end of the month, she knew him as well as he did himself, and in turn, he learned very little of her. She thought that shifting the conversation back on itself whenever he asked her a deeper question went without notice but it did not. Although he was placated by her talk of the upcoming Sabbat.
Litha, or the summer solstice as he had known it. He was even allowed to participate in the celebrations on the day, despite his complete lack of experience with events of the kind.
Murielle had sensed his impatience at how little she was willing to divulge and so believed this to be her best solution. Wicca was her present; her clearing was her now. Her past... It was an unsavoury topic that she would rather not plunge into.
As aforementioned, the surface was tranquil, but that did not mean that down below it was like that. Hallucinations were still as frequent; they ranged from the harmless ones like Kol and Rebekah (although she did consider Kol's personality a nightmare in and of itself) to ones that terrified her to the point of altering her reality.
Elijah's closeness was comforting but sometimes it felt like he was only adding to the burden; around him she was forced to be strong. Forced to ignore the knife repeatedly plunging into her gut so that he wouldn't suspect a thing. She was lucky that it had never been something that induced any physical reaction out of her, like the spider under her skin, or seeing the ghosts of her dead parents, or water filling her lungs, or the plethora of other scarring experiences that left her a cracked shell.
She wished she could simply face her demons on her own without worrying about its effects on those around her, as she had done for decades now.
And it wasn't just Elijah; she even worried about whether Kol or Rebekah saw it. Kol was easy enough to fool. He was far too distracted with annoying her to the point of fury or trying out the worst possible pick-up lines on her to notice the redness of her eyes from where her latest episode had caused her to break down.
Rebekah was far more astute and obstinate. After she'd seen one of the worst resulting situations, she became quick to pick up on the smaller cues, like the red eyes, that the other idiotic hallucination did not see. Fresh scratch marks, dark circles under her eyes, paranoid eye movement, the slight tremors to Murielle's frame.
