MIKAELSON, H
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not sebastian. got it. she’s on the fence about whether that is a good thing or not. while not particularly a fan of the guy that killed her boyfriend, she’s well aware there can be much WORSE people in the world. and something about this ‘doppelganger’ sends off a wave of red flags. still, she doesn’t let her demeanor falter, deciding to keep up with the carefree pretense he wants to go on with. “ you’re a strange man too, ” she points out, like it’s a matter of fact. “ you like talking. ” and not necessarily about USEFUL things. ( she really didn’t gather much from his monologue about sebastian or about crown molding. ) she gives a quick lookover to their surroundings, unable to keep at bay the paranoia that stirs when he seems to motion to be followed. she does follow — not for nothing, but even if it does turn out he’s just another enemy out to get her, she’ll deal with him. ( she always deals. somehow. ) the outdoor landscape briefly makes her reminiscence over salvatore, but she quickly brushes it off, deciding to position herself by the door he’s magically opened, arms folding. “ so, you’re just going to accept all of this is happening? ” it would be wise for her to do that, really. she’s slowly losing hope she’ll see her friends and family again. “ was home that boring? ”
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he can’t argue with that, so he doesn’t. “ he who says a lot says nothing. ” is his only response; said to be purposely vague, borderline irksome, as his lips twist into a hint of a smile. though he might look like one of them, sometimes he forgets what it’s like to be human. to be worried about every little thing, to obsess over it tirelessly, and spend so much time dwelling on the destination that you never truly enjoy the journey. maybe living for thousands of years has given him perspective but yawning on about how irritating it is to be trapped in this town is hardly a productive use of his time. “ the sooner you accept it, the better you’ll feel. ” he turns his head back towards her, still heading in the direction of the sprawling pool in the backyard as he continues. “ you know ... it wasn’t, but being here has certainly proven that there’s room for improvement. ” like swimming pools, real ice-cream ( not that frozen yogurt crap they try to pass off for ice-cream ) and wi-fi signal that doesn’t suck once you’re made it past the throne room. “ hell on reprieve doesn’t quite roll off the tongue as nicely as hell on earth but that’s fine. ” he waves a hand. “ we’ll make do. ”













