I don't know what this is. I'm quite tired and recovering from a hangover so if this nonsense is horrible, I'm terribly sorry. I also haven't written in quite some time but I'm done making excuses now. Enjoy.
Fire.
That's been a pretty key word for her these past couple of days. She feels like it's an accurate description of her feelings about Klaus and the stupid things he does that piss her off.
Fire, as in the angry burning feeling she gets when she thinks about how Klaus sired her boyfriend and took him away. Not to mention the fact that he made her boyfriend bite her on her birthday…
Fire: for the flames that burn her up inside when he tells her that he fancies her (that arrogant sonofabitch)
Fire. (the good kind though) when she finally gets to tell him off and lets him know that he can't buy her affection...she really enjoyed that conversation.
He continues to shower her with gifts and attention. She doesn't want any of it. She doesn't trust him at all so all of the clothes and the random things he gives her she leaves out on her porch. They're gone by the next morning and she doesn't give it a second thought. There's one gift, though, that he gives her that she always keeps. Every Friday a small velvet box will appear on her bed tied by a cream silk ribbon and they come so consistently now that she tries to keep herself from getting excited for them but it never seems to work. It just depends on what mood he's in but normally they're drawings of trees or her or buildings. Sometimes they're a little darker and she can tell he's struggling with something. Death, graveyards, distant memories that he'd rather forget...he shares with her through sketch. And it's one day that she realizes she left out a type of fire that pertains to her emotions.
Fire…the type that she doesn't like to acknowledge. That bubbling, brewing feeling that works its' way all throughout her. She shoves it back down as best she can but the drawings really seem to make that impossible. The fact that he shares such an intimate hobby with her causes her to start thinking there could be some humanity buried way down deep in him. That fire that she secretly enjoys sneaks up on her one day when she walks into her room Friday after school and doesn't see a box sitting on her bed. She's disappointed for about a second until she hears a tapping on her front door. She pokes her head around the corner and sees a small velvet box with a cream ribbon in the hands of Niklaus Mikaelson himself. She's caught a little off guard and she can't help but return the small grin he sends her through the glass.
She silently curses herself for it…and there's that damn fire again.
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