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Spending Valentines Day happy and content on the Mikaelson couch.
We won’t get any peace, won’t we? [laugh] Hi baby.
BABY! What, did you and Klausy want alone time? [lays back down in her sea of comfy silk blankets, pouting] But I wov these blankies.
Spending Valentines Day happy and content on the Mikaelson couch.
KLAUS! [keeps banging, loudly] I'm just going to keep banging to annoy you all night! How would you like that, huh? [banging] KLAUS, PLEASE! I'm cold and I was making brownies and they're going to burn!
OPEN UP! PLEASE! Klaus, please, please, please! PWEASE! Klaus!
Spending Valentines Day happy and content on the Mikaelson couch.
Not tonight. you’re staying with me.
I don't even know you. You don't even know me. I could be a crazy serial killer kid.
Spending Valentines Day happy and content on the Mikaelson couch.
[ a sigh falls from between tainted lips. throwing his keys on the table, he then walks over to her and picks her up. the gesture appears innocent, but it’s actually far from that. soon enough she is tossed outside and there is an all-knowing smirk engraving the corners of his mouth. ]
No dogs are allowed inside.
Klaus! KLAUS! [bangs on the screen door] This isn't very nice! C'mon, it's cold and I'm not a dog. I've been saying we should get a dog, like a puppy or something, but c'mon, let me back in! Please! I'll be good, I'll jsut stay in my room, okay?
Spending Valentines Day happy and content on the Mikaelson couch.
So you’re plan is to break in at someone else’s house because they have a nice couch? Why not going home instead?
I don't really have a home, actually. Sort of homeless, sort of a gypsy grifter, actually. Klaus lets me sleep here sometimes, if he's being nice.
How did I get shorter? This is ridiculous, ugh.
Next time think before eating your own feet, Albert Fish.
Ty Ty, don't be mean! That's not very nice!
I cant't help it that you're so freaking tall!
Spending Valentines Day happy and content on the Mikaelson couch.
—Did I miss the memo where this couch became the new teenage hang out? First Niklaus is fornicating with one on it and now you’ve seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Oh, hello, Elijah. Oh, gross, bloody hell! [gets up with her blankets and moves to the arm chair] Klaus said I can live here, have you not seen me around? I guess not, I can be pretty sneaky.
Stupid Overcast.
Stop apologizing. I’m fine.
...I just...I'm still so sorry. I love you so much...
Spending Valentines Day happy and content on the Mikaelson couch.
Sounds like a plan.
Hahaha, it is! I'd much rather be all cuddled up here than spending money elsewhere and being all uncomfortable on a date. I've had my fair share of disastrous relationships.
Stupid Overcast.
Yes, yes. I’m a vampire.
....Ally. Ally, I'm so sorry!
Spending Valentines Day happy and content on the Mikaelson couch.
What are you doing here?
I told you I was your valentine. What made you think I wasn't serious? Plus, your couch is so comfy and you have silky blankets and I'm homeless and I love you. Come snuggle with meeeeee.
Spending Valentines Day happy and content on the Mikaelson couch.
What could be better? They have silk blankets to snuggle with.
Stupid Overcast.
....Is it true? Al-Ally, is it true?
I feel like ripping people apart right now. Any volunteers?
" I don’t need anyone’s permission when I decide to teach a dog a simple lesson." The fact that he was about to do something horrible was stated. But the how was still unclear, until the Maria grabbed a poke, and pointed it at him like having a weapon would make her position only a little less hopeless. She needed a reminder to never ever mess with the Mikaelson family ever again. And he was going to give her something that would never fade away.
In order for his plan to succeed, first he was going to need something to pin her to the ground. Knifes would be a wise choice, considering that she would bleed to death before he could finish the job. There was a cellar full of torture equipment that the Mikaelsons managed to collect throughout the centuries, but in the time that would take him to find what he was looking for she could escape. There he stood, ponder and denying every idea that popped into his mind, till one of the compelled house slaves, a tall beautiful brunette, walked in, asking him if he’d like something to drink. “Darling.” He looked the woman right in the eye, and let the compulsion do its work.” This sweet little girl can’t leave this room. And if she tries to, you will beat her till she dies.” After a quick nod of understanding, Kol used his vampire speed to zip himself to the cellar, looking for all the requirements that he was going to need later on.
The moment the brunette, an enslaved compelled brunette, entered the room and Kol compelled her, Maria knew it was too late to do much of anything. When Kol disappeared, Maria then began to bang on the living room window, warning anyone around her walking or anywhere at all that she was in danger. "HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE! PLEASE HELP!" The tall compelled brunette came at her, grabbing her by her throat and pushing her down on the ground.
Maria struggled, tears filling her eyes as she kept replaying Kol's word over and over again in her head. Don't need any permission to teach a dog a simple lesson. Was that all she truly was? A dog? Nothing, trash, a plaything, a toy? Maria cried, whimpering like a small child, as she then heard Kol enter back up into the living room, coming back with equipment that looked like torture gear.
Whimpering even more on the ground, the brunette removed her foot from Maria's throat as Maria tried to sit up, shaking her head, tears overflowing on her delicate baby cheeks. "N-No...No, Kol, please, n-no! No!" She cried, shaking her head, having not the slightest idea what he was going to do, but just knowing it was going to be bad.
