SLIGHT UPTICK OF BRIGHT LIPS , subtle smile which reflects not contentment but mischief as gaze falls on the heretic . how long had it been since she had been in his presence ? memory did not serve her well then , grasping at it much more than she did her long dormant humanity . blue hues fixate upon him , shifting of weight from one foot to the other . spider like fingers rest upon lithe waist , head turning ever slightly . " _ fancy seeing you here , "
the stench of death is pungent in the air , and stems from more than just the haunting one which always follows this girl , this peculiar monster . it emanates from corpses slowly beginning to rot nearby . sounds of flying birds wings outside pound against her ears , loud and rapturous as if they were encircling her right there . there's something missing in the mikaelson's eyes . however , what was missing in the eyes provided her a sense of freedom she never felt before .
" . . . you're a little late for the show . " mindless gesture behind herself , fingers blindly point towards the doorway . " but the party isn't exactly over yet . "
