"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}
compl...
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| stress (n): subject to pressure or tension |
MERCY WAS IGNORING HIM. She couldn't help it; Tokala had truly terrified her with the revelation that he was technically supposed to be her husband in the future, and she hadn't been able to face him ever since. It had been a week, and the full moon was coming up, which meant that Mercy was busy enough as it is. She didn't have time to worry about Tokala even if she wanted to, especially when she had two new werewolves who had triggered their curses. She made Alpha Turner confront them with how things would be dealt, especially with covering up the deaths of their victims. Mercy would visit with the two teenage boys soon after Turner was done with them in order to go through what would happen on the night of the full moon.
But for now, Mercy was training. Manuel had been too busy getting the boarders secured before the entire community transformed tomorrow night, so she was by herself. She had been secluded to a small clearing, and sweat trailed down her face as the afternoon sun beat down on her neck.
Across from her was Alpha Noelle, a broad-shouldered woman in her early forties who was excellent with hand to hand combat. Since Manuel was preoccupied, Mercy had asked Noelle to spar with her, and the woman certainly didn't hold back. She was quick with her movements and strong with her attacks, but Mercy had to admit that she was working the older woman too, who wiped at her forehead with a grimace.
"As much as I appreciate you throwing yourself into your training," Noelle began, leaning on one hip as her arms crossed over her chest. Mercy was catching her breath, but she looked up at the words. They had been otherwise silent in this back and forth fighting, so Mercy was surprised when Noelle broke it after nearly an hour in the sun. "I can't help but notice that you've become a little sloppy."
Mercy's gaze sharpened, and the woman stiffened, as if afraid that Mercy would truly hurt her. Noelle was one of the few that truly understood the extent to Mercy's power, and she made sure to never make the teenager angry. She was careful with her words, but it seemed that Mercy was much more temperamental today than usual. It could've been the full moon, but the older woman thought differently.
"My mind got away from me," Mercy replied as an excuse before she straightened her stance and raised her fists. "Let's go again."
Noelle frowned, but didn't say anything, to which Mercy was incredibly grateful for. She didn't mean to snap at her, but she was bursting at the seams with emotions and thoughts that she didn't know how to handle. As a result, she wanted to take her mind off of everything by working herself sore.
Noelle was the first to spring into action, and Mercy moved deftly to the right, grabbing onto the woman's wrist as she passed. Noelle tried to swing her foot toward Mercy's legs, but the girl sidestepped the move, her grip tightening on Noelle's wrist.
Mercy distantly remembered how Tokala's training had never even gotten to physical fighting, but at the thought of his name, she growled lowly to herself.
