soledad had been finding some sense of peace after christmas. they were sort of riding the high of their new found ability to focus. public places weren’t as difficult for them to immerse themself in and for once, sol saw some bit of light at the end of the tunnel. they’d been on their way to get themself an afternoon pick me up - exhaustion hitting them at this time of day. walking out with a cup of joe and a lemon cupcake, sol was on their way back to their dorm. sol felt an overwhelming sense of sadness, it hit them like a brick, eyes scanning to see where it was coming from. gaze falling on mikael, soledad’s own feelings drifted to something melancholic. he was their grandfather after all ( not that he knew that ). before soledad could stop themself they were all but marching over in his direction. the somber smile pulled over his features tugged at soledad’s heart, a compassionate smile now etched onto theirs. ‘ ‘m sorry, i don’t want to bother you much and you don’t have to say anything, but, you seem like you could use this a little more than me, ’ sol’s arm now outstretched offering him the cupcake they’d just gotten. the last time sol had seen him, things had gone well enough, they prayed today would be the same. ‘ it’s lemon, they’re really good from the shop i went to. ’ soledad had always been able to see the humanity in everyone, that didn’t and wouldn’t stop at mikael.
When was the last time that someone had gone to this kind of lengths to present him with something as simple as a baked good? It wasn’t as if Sol had gone out of their way to find him, but the gesture alone was enough to bring the tears that Mikael had held back threatening to the forefront. His eyes glistened with saline that he wouldn’t let stain his cheeks and he shook his head at the offer. “I don’t eat much, but I appreciate the thought,” he answered quietly. He wasn’t able to meet their eyes, afraid that if he allowed himself that kind of connection then he might break. He was certainly a far cry from “The Destroyer” that had once haunted his children. He wondered if Niklaus and Elijah would even recognize this facade of a man that now sat on the precipice of breaking. God, would he love to just allow himself to crumble. One thousand years of pain and torment sat on his shoulder, like an undead version of Atlas. Instead of the weight of the world, he carried the weight of the dead and every sin that they had ever committed. How did he even begin to explain that to the child that stood before him? “Do you think that redemption is attainable or is forgiveness a fantasy that we sell ourselves in moments of desperation?” he asked, cerulean eyes still focused on his calloused hands.
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