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𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊

elijah mikaelson

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Amalie laid on her bed, her hair framing her face as she turned the delicate necklace over in her hands. The morning light filtered softly through the window, casting a warm glow that made the gold chain gleam, while the small blue gem shimmered in her grasp, catching and reflecting tiny flecks of light across the room. Her gaze remained fixed on it, lost in thought.

She still wasn't sure where the necklace had come from—no note, no explanation, just a strange, unannounced gift that had appeared on her nightstand the night before, placed on top of the sketch Elijah had seemed so fixated on. Amalie twisted the chain between her fingers, her mind swirling with questions. She debated whether or not to put it on. Part of her was curious, wondering if wearing it might unlock some hidden truth, some answer. But another part of her, the part still clinging to caution, held back. Something about the necklace felt too personal, like it carried a meaning only she was meant to understand.

Just as she was about to drop the necklace back into its box, a voice sliced through the silence, startling her.

"You gonna put that on, or just stare at it?"

Amalie jumped slightly, her grip tightening around the necklace as she sat up to see Ana, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Amalie let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, her eyes narrowing. "'Bout time you showed up," she said, though the edge of relief in her voice betrayed her attempt at annoyance.

Ana shrugged and stepped further into the room, her movements fluid, unconcerned. "You know I can't control when I appear," she replied, waving her hand dismissively. "I'm a ghost, not a genie." She flopped down into the old armchair by the window, draping her legs over the side like it was her throne. Her smirk never wavered.

"Yeah, well, your timing is as impeccable as always," Amalie shot back, though the familiar banter eased some of the tension she had been feeling.

Ana tilted her head, her grin widening. "You missed me. Admit it."

Amalie tried to stifle the smirk that threatened to break through. "Don't get ahead of yourself," she said, tossing the necklace onto the bed beside her.

Ana's gaze flicked to the piece of jewelry, her eyebrow arching in curiosity. "What's that?" She asked, nodding toward the necklace. "Looks a little fancy for you."

Amalie's expression darkened, her gaze shifting toward the necklace as unease settled back over her. "I don't know," she said quietly, her fingers grazing the chain again, as if touching it would help her understand it better. "It just...showed up last night. No note. No explanation." She paused, the weight of uncertainty hanging heavy in her voice. "I think it's from Elijah."

Ana's teasing expression faltered slightly, replaced by curiosity tinged with caution. "Elijah? The guy with the whole 'I'm-too-old-for-this-shit' vibe? Why would he give you a necklace?"

Amalie shook her head. "I don't know," she muttered, frustration creeping into her voice. "But it's weird, right? Leaving a necklace for someone who had been kidnapped for you the day before. It's not exactly normal."