sirenlake
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"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭?"
Cara Cordeaux had spent her life striving to breathe beneath the suffocating weight of her knowing. It engulfed her with desperate, ghoulish hands; it ravished her fervent mind, already stripped raw from the supernatural plague that sought refuge in her new home of Mystic Falls. She longed for peace, for a quiet denied her since birth, for an anchor in the void of her own power.
Niklaus Mikaelson had lived long enough to settle the bone crushing weight of loss. He should have, at least. The raging sea of his eternity never seemed to settle the longing. His heart was stolen from his still weeping chest and again when he had barely learned to exist with its vacancy. He longed for the serenity of their love, for the grounded nature of her smile, for his tether to humanity after centuries of loneliness.
Or, in which, old lovers, divine counterparts, reunite in another life.
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oc x klaus mikaelson
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