After 90 years of running, it had to come to an end. She found herself in Mystic Falls, a place she'd be dreading to go to but it was bound to happen. Luna Salvatore, the youngest Salvatore, arrived in Mystic Falls. Little did she know, her coming t...
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'You like my new body?' Rebekah's snark peeked through the unfamiliar voice. Her brows tugged upwards, and her lips pulled into a smirk in a way Luna recognised. She consoled that thought through the imminent conversation.
Luna gazed up at the painting of Rebekah, cracked with age. Then her gaze shifted to the stranger who stood beside her. She scrutinised the flaking paint used to scrawl Rebekah's likeness on a centuries-old piece of parchment, 'Oh yeah. If you ask me, it's an upgrade.'
Rebekah scoffed through her laugh, folding her arms over her chest as she studied the painting of her original body, 'I always hated this painting. Out of all them...'
Luna's smile was fleeting, and she turned to her best friend, 'Given what's happened to you, don't you think a painting is probably the least of your worries?'
Rebekah hummed, her hands dropping to her sides while her eyes remained locked with the painting she claimed to despise, 'Maybe. But it could be worse. I could be in a box.' She shrugged
The heretic stifled her laugh, averting her eyes from Rebekah's prideful grin. Luna sighed loudly and disregarded her friend's unwavering glare, 'What?' Rebekah spoke, her interrogatory tone showing Luna how much she'd deduced from a single sigh.
Luna considered divulging the trepidation she'd felt over the past few days, but the sudden guilt of burdening her friend washed over her. She'd considered the ordeal Rebekah had been forced to endure over the time her family was unaware of her location and she bit her tongue.
Only a few seconds of silence had engulfed the girls as Luna's mind wavered between two singular thoughts; Luna considered telling her friend, the weight of the past few days crushing her insides. But then -- footsteps echoed down the stairs, pulling her out of the fleeting moment of consideration, 'Nothing.' She shrugged.
Rebekah frowned at her best friend's silence, her narrowed, accusatory eyes shooting daggers into the side of her face. She'd hoped the urgency of her glare would elicit an answer, but the suffocating quiet only intensified once Klaus appeared at his sister's side.
Rebekah found herself in between the married couple and she took the initiative to avoid a prolonged silence between the three, 'That is just not my chin, Nik. It was much more delicate.' Rebekah pouted.
'The only delicate thing about you, sister, is your ego.' Niklaus spoke with a grin, joining their line adjacent to Rebekah's portrait with Elijah on the phone. Luna bit down her grin, shifting her weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably and folding her arms over her chest.
Rebekah turned to the left to face her, a sarcastic grin stretched out across her visage, 'Well, place next to the behemoth size of yours, certainly!'
Elijah's voice broke through the siblings' laughter, 'Could we dispense with this fascinating dispute for just a moment and return to the subject of our supposed long-lost sister?' His tone compensated for the urgency he assumed his siblings were lacking in.
