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Cercueil Filles

' I am sure you have heard of the Casket Girls. ' Davina mused as she sat in the pews of the church, the Mikaelson male having been seated in the pew in front of her, his back against the edge that had faced the center aisle, his arm casually strewn out over the back of the pew as his eyes had remained shut, taking in the silence of the church. She hadn't been expecting a visitor but with him dropping off a few more pages of the Grimoire, no conditions attached, she had asked if he had wanted to talk a walk around the city while the festival was setting up. Him not wanting to cause any issues with Marcel knowing of his alliance with his witch, had offered to sit in a more spacious area such as the pews of the church .

' I have to say that my sister actually had been the one to coin the term if I remember accordingly . ' he hummed, fingers tracing over the back of the pew as his eyes had opened, focusing on her as his head cocked to the side a bit, curiosity having taken over his features . ' are you to be attending the festival tonight ? It is to honor females breaking free from selfish men in their life, and i feel as if you might be quite the candidate for such a celebration . ' he had spoken with such cadence that she couldn't help but smile softly as she tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ear. 

' Sadly it's not up to me. I might be legally an adult, but Marcel still has the reigns tight on me. ' 

Shrugging she had sat back in the pew, hands on either side of her thighs, gripping the seat that she was sitting on, watching as he had stood up, straightening his jacket and offering her a smile, one his famous Elijah Mikaelson manages to get whatever he wants smiles. ' Well I do hope that you convince him to go to the festivities tonight. I heard they are going to be quite wonderful and they wouldn't be complete without Miss Claire there. ' he had smiled at her once again, but this time it was more personal, something a little more intimate between the two and he had pulled away from the look quickly, clearing his throat and straightening his tie.

' I had promised Hayley that I would see her before the festivities tonight, so I must head out. But do try to get some of your freedom back, Davina. You deserve to live, you're still so young. '

He always seemed to shock her whenever he had spoken about how she had deserved so much more than what she had been subjected to. That she didn't deserve to be locked up, that she had deserved to live and that she was still so young to be living such a life that someone of her age and innocence shouldn't be involved in. When he had exited the church with a stoic grace she had settled in the pew for a few more moments, allowing her eyes to move up to Jesus on the cross and she had wondered if he had known of the monsters on the streets, and if he had allowed monsters like herself into heaven.

No matter what anyone said, she would always see herself as a monster. 

If she could hurt someone without meaning to, she was considered a monster.

***

' I don't think a pregnant bride is exactly the trend for these Casket Girls festivals . '

Hayley had been looking at herself in the mirror, a wedding dress clad on her form as Elijah had watched from the doorway, trying not to trace over the exposed skin of her back through the grown that wouldn't zip due to her bump. He had felt sinful for feeling the way he did about the mother of his brothers child, about the way that he had felt about the nineteen year old that was locked in the church. Elijahs heart had always been so sturdy, not loving two at once, or even showing affection for two people, but his mind was torn between the two. But the thing that the both of them had shared was that he had wanted to protect them, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had allowed himself to mistake kindness and protectiveness with something more intimate and deep.