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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"As touching as this reunion is, I do have a hybrid army to create." For once, Niklaus's words were only in jest and not in actual annoyance at their display of happiness. It was a stark contrast to how his impatience had interrupted their goodbye two months prior.
Though light-hearted, it still earned him a venomous glare from Finn over Murielle's shoulder. Finn would certainly hold no cordial feelings towards his brother while the whole being dead thing was still a fresh wound; in fact, the only thing preventing him from plunging that same dagger into Niklaus's heart right now was the woman in his arms.
Stabbing him meant leaving her side, something which he could not bring himself to do.
Still in Finn's grasp, Murielle turned around to face Niklaus. "I take it this means you've made some progress."
"Yes, I have. I found a werewolf and he's ready to be turned." He paused, "Or at least he should be turned when he wakes up."
Murielle drew herself up protectively in front of Finn, whose hands clutched her tighter in his own form of protection. "In this house?"
Klaus scoffed, "No, he's in the forest nearby. I'm not risking the mahogany in case he throws a temper tantrum."
"Like sire, like hybrid." Finn muttered to Murielle. She covered her mouth to hide her laugh and this time it was Niklaus who sent Finn a venomous glower.
Shortly after, when Murielle had changed into a more hike-appropriate dress, they set off into the woods. The daylight was deceptive in it's beguiling display of peace. Birds sang a song that no one in their hearts felt, and those that did had only scratched the surface of what was to happen in the woods.
To carry on your merry way in a bliss that only ignorance provided was to be out of a fray that would've proved damning to anyone with the paranoia of truth. As proved in the veritable oxymoron of their queer little group.
After realising her shoes weren't as hike-appropriate as her dress, Murielle was swiftly picked up and placed onto Niklaus's back. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist as his own arms supported her legs. From her position, she was quite comfortable, jovial even, and Klaus himself was quite content to keep walking in this way.
He would listen with rapt attention as she pointed out the various features of nature surrounding them that were close to the ones she knew from home. His smile never dropped, even when she went into a fifteen-minute ramble about the properties of one slightly poisonous plant.
Walking beside them was another pair—a grumbling Finn and an unconscious hybrid in the works. Finn was not entirely sure how he had ended up with Ray slung over his shoulder when not a few hours ago it had been his engill in his arms but he certainly was not happy with the arrangement. It was almost laughable how tenderly Murielle was held and how Finn did not care to do the same with the stranger he had to carry. Though no harm ever came to Ray, blood was definitely rushing to his head.
