'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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Ophelia was on an adventure; one she did not wish to be on.
With her hands tapping on the steering wheel along to the old 70s song playing on the radio one would think that Ophelia felt serene, or at least happy. They would be wrong. Anger and fear burned a hole through what was left of her soul. Fear for Davina, the young witch she had grown to care for. That she wouldn't be able to save her and be forced to watch as someone else she loved die. Anger for her past stupidity, thinking that she could have been happy. How wrong she was.
Long gone was the hustle and bustle of New Orleans, instead she was surrounded by silence save for the radio as she sped dangerously fast down the empty roads. Looking out in front of her Ophelia took in trees on either side of the road, the mid-day sun shining down, and the smell of pine trees filling her nose. But none of it brought her any peace, just loathe-filled longing.
Though her journey wasn't recreational. She was on a mission, and she was determined to get what she wanted.
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Haphazardly throwing her duffle bag onto her dingy motel bed that she was sure had some unsanitary stains under the sheets Ophelia began to pace the room, the scarce moonlight shining through the cracks in the blinds and onto the severely outdated and peeling wallpaper. The smell of smoke, piss, and coffee blended together creating a disgusting aroma, but she hoped it would only be for a night.
She felt filthy but wasn't sure if she would feel any better after washing off in the germ box the motel called a shower. She had been in the same sweaty clothes for hours, after driving for over 5 hours from New Orleans, even after speeding. Her beige straight-leg trousers had creases in them, and her plain white tee was wrinkled. Her hair was a similar story, having been thrown into a messy bun halfway through the drive due to the heat.
Butshe had a plan, not a fully thought-out one, but it was still a plan. She wasgoing to find the local coven; get whatever information they had and saveDavina and herself. As long as everything went to plan then it was going to beokay, it had to be. She was going to save Davina from the horrid ritual even ifshe died trying.
