𝒟avina 𝒞laire - Parody

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Dαʋιɳα Cʅαιɾҽ ✦ an independent, mature & descriptive portrayal of the little witch. ✦ triggers and adult themes will occur. (MDNI) ✦ ships on high/chem ✦ apart of #ForbiddenPassions VC: DarkestxHearts

-- defeat. "But how would you like to get these to go, and you can walk me home? Maybe we can talk a little more along the way, see if your charm works as well as you think?"

-- that how I looked at him would betray me and my feelings for him. Was I crazy? He was technically a stranger to me, and here I was, hoping we could pick up where we left off. "Don't read too much into this," I said, lifting my right hand in silent --

-- between us. "First off, Kol Mikaelson and I have been over for a long time. He's in the past." My voice trailed as I tore my gaze away from Kaleb's, unable to look him in the eye. Too afraid that a whole different confession would fall from my lips, --

-- everything? Laughing to myself as I picked up my coffee to take a small sip. My mouth suddenly dry. "I'm the one that should be sorry. I always assume people want me for what I can do for them." Pausing again before letting my laughter fill the gap --

-- confess and admit that he did know me. That he wasn't crazy, that his dreams of me were real. My confession teetered on the tip of my tongue, ready to fall at any moment. "Kaleb..." I paused, swallowing down the words that would, what? Magically fix --

-- close to him. It wasn't just me who'd been a victim. Kaleb had been one as well. He'd lost a year of his life. His memories of that time and the time we'd spent together and falling in love were gone. Nothing could bring them back, or could it? I could --

-- It was still him. If I looked into his eyes, I'd still see the same ones staring back at me. If I were to kiss his lips, it would still be the same lips that had kissed me. If he held me in his arms, it would still be the same strong arms holding me --

-- embarrassment, instantly feeling bad about my outburst, even more so when he was the one doing the apologising. Why would he have shown up here acting like he didn't know who I was if he did? Even if I had fallen in love with a different version of him. --

-- honest. "Is that why you used the excuse of dreaming about me? So that you could get close to me? Here is something you never knew about me. I prefer honesty over a pretty face and a bad pickup line." I shrank back into my seat, sighing with --

-- couldn't bare to lose him again. It was something I knew I'd never come back from. I dropped my hand onto the table, the sugar falling back into the dish as I lost the connection. "You had a guess?" Scoffing with a roll of my eyes. At least he was --

-- afraid of the dangers that lurked in the real world to step out into it. Maybe that was what had inspired my little outburst. It would be better for the both of us if I were to scare him away before the inevitable happened and he got used against me. I --

I asked for cockiness, and that is just what he gave me, but at least he'd managed to put a smile on my face, a feat no one had seemed to be able to do in quite some time. Not that I'd allowed any of my old friends to make me smile or cheer me up. Too --

-- you can see, I have quite the resume. So, are you still sure you want to sit here and talk to me?"

-- "Is that how you know who I am? You've obviously heard about me. The ex-harvest girl, the ex-regent, shunned by the covern. The girl who died only to be brought back to life. Who fell in love with a Mikaelson and is the adopted daughter of Marcel. As --

-- he summoned the blossoms from the trees to float up around us, nodding my head in silent approval. "Impressive. So you know what I am?" I questioned, lifting my right hand. I worked my pointer finger in circles, causing the sugar to rise from its dish. --

-- loop of people wanting to use me to their advantage. And the main reason I'd chosen to isolate myself. "Seems we have a lot in common then, Kaleb." It was strange to speak his name again, but as I said it. It felt so right. Smiling, I watched in awe as --

-- record, was never a good thing. I was half expecting Marcel to pop up at any moment and drag me away for my safety. Or have some emergency that he wanted my help solving. There was never a moment for me to breathe or be myself. It was just a constant --

-- while picking at my fresh croissants. He really was a huge flirt, even worse than Kol had been. But I liked it. "You're so sure I'll let you walk me home after your confession of dreaming about me?" I was enjoying myself too much, which, given my --

-- 'Well, Kaleb Westphall. It is a pleasure to meet you." I said as I shook his hand, releasing my breath. "Dreaming about me, hmm? I want to say that is the worst pickup line that I've ever heard, but given this is you." I laughed again, shaking my head --

-- across the table at his introduction. Why was I half anticipating for him to say his name was Kol? At least, then, all of this would have made a little more sense. And quite frankly, I wouldn't put anything past Kol to play some wicked game on me. --