"i'm just trying to help you! at least save some broken remnants of your innocence!"
"my innocence? oh god dad, that's long gone!"
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in which mercy mikaelson is dealing with all the things that make growing up so hard.
{season 5}
{book 2}
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| respect (n): a feeling of deep admiration for someone or something as a result of their abilities, qualities, or achievements |
MERCY SIGHED AS another paper ball was thrown at her head. This had been going on for about twenty minutes now, and she was quickly losing the little bit of patience that she had left. She dropped her notebook and pencil on the bed with flamboyance, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms as she stared at the girl across from her.
"Is that seriously necessary?" She asked in obvious annoyance, but her friend only crumbled up yet another piece of paper to throw her way. Before the ball could hit her, Mercy raised a hand and the paper fell to the ground instantly with the help of some magic.
Her friend grinned sideways. "Yes," she answered. "This is boring."
"It's school, Mavis," Mercy reminded her. "It's supposed to be boring."
Her friend, Mavis, shrugged and rolled her eyes. The girl hated school as much as Mercy did, which was saying something considering that the Mikaelson wolf despised the incessant and repetitive teachings. She had already learned most usual materials that humans were taught at her age, but because of her dad and his constant knowledge over quite literally everything that's happened throughout history, her school level had been advanced considerably more than the average girl. And with Mavis being her close friend and one of the most successful wolf soldiers, even as a teenager, the girl decided to join Mercy in her jail cell of homework and papers. Mercy appreciated the gesture more than she let on, even if she would never admit it.
"Hey, I have an idea," Mavis pushed away her notebook that hadn't been written in at all over the thirty minutes they've been sitting there. She leaned forward on the bed they sat on, placing her chin on her closed fist and batting her eyelashes innocently at Mercy. "Let's go to Don's tonight."
Mercy scoffed, picking her pencil back up and scribbling some notes on the paper. "Yeah, right," she began sarcastically. "Look how well that turned out last time."
"Hey, it's not my fault that your dad caught onto us! I was the perfect partner in crime until I got sick that one night and puked all over his shoes," Mavis reminded her, making Mercy sigh. She had a point. Despite the singular instance in which Mavis got sick from drinking too much, she was usually pretty level-headed when she and Mercy went out to cause trouble. "Besides, I can tell you want to get away."
Mercy sent her friend a half smile. Mavis Sakamoto was truly an angel sent by God, and always knew when the Mikaelson girl was upset or frustrated, especially when it concerned her father. She'd only known the girl for two years, but it felt like she's been friends with her for forever. Mavis filled the hole that Hope had left in Mercy's heart, and the two girls got along together like two peas in a pod.
