#˚・` . 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 Bryn Mikaelson ❛ These violent delights have violent ends. ❜

[obl1tus]

She stumbles backwards a step as though he physically hit her. Features drain of colour at his words, hues wide as her gaze snaps to his face, searching for anything that would tell her it's a lie, it's a sick joke but his features are hard and unforgiving. She backs up several more steps, physically needing the distance between them.

A choked sound scrapes from her throat. She can't breathe. This is just one of her nightmares. He doesn't mean it. Gaze is pleading as she meets his, tears brimming. " You don't mean that. " She demands, though her voice is barely stable as she speaks, not as strong as she wants to appear.

She forces herself to school her features, to take a breath. In. Out. In. Out. " You don't mean that. " She repeats, voice stronger this time. She swallows, hesitantly stepping forward, reaching out for him, to grab his wrist.

@itsonlyfinn asked: I never want to see you again.

[oblitum]

       3,  2  ,  1,  as  if  exactly  on  cue  her  phone  rings,  the  sound  echoing  around  the  car.  She  glances  over  at  it  from  where  it  rings  in  the  passenger  seat,  her  brows  furrowed  and  body  language  tense.  She'd  text  him  as  a  courtesy,  not  wanting  him  to  think  she  was  abandoning  them  once  again,  (  though  arguably,  she  is,  in  a  way  ),  not  to  be  interrogated.  Her  jaw  tenses  and  she  swallows  the  lump  in  her  throat.  She's  not  sure  she  can  lie  to  him  for  long  if  she  picks  up,  but  she'll  regret  it  if  she  doesn't.  After  all,  she  cannot  ghost  them  forever.  .  .  can  she?   History  would  suggest  not  but  900  years  of  radio  silence  is  plenty  to  argue  that  fact.  "  Fuck!  "  she  grumbles  loudly  to  herself,  hand  snapping  up  the  phone  from  the  passenger  seat  and  sliding  the  bar  across  to  the  green  icon  to  answer  the  call.   "  I  text  you  as  a  courtesy,  not  for  an  interrogation  so  if  you  don't  mind  I  have  more  pressing  matters  to  attend  to  than  play  a  hundred  questions.  "With  that,  she  hangs  up,  shuddering  a  breath  as  the  phone  drops  from  her  hand.

@astormymind cont from here.

[obl1tus]

She laughs bitterly, pacing the floor in front of the doorway for what feels like the millionth time since he'd found out. She should have known she couldn't keep this secret— even if Finn hadn't told, how long had she expected to keep the fact she was now human from a house full of vampires?

She'd been avoiding her siblings for weeks now, trying to solve this on her own. It was only a matter of time. She wonders though, what was it that gave her away? Had he finally figured out that the human scent lingering in their home, was her? or had Freya finally tired of keeping a secret that could put her youngest sister's life in peril?

" I pissed off some witches, if that's what you mean. " She bites out by way of explanation. " Congrats, you're officially caught up. " She offers him a sardonic smile, refusing to show how jarring the situation truly was for her. Footsteps fall to a halt, turning to face him for the first time during this conversation. " Now if you're done interrogating me, I have places to be. "

@deceptivemorals sent this is preposterous. i demand an explanation.

[oblitum]

Sometimes,  Finn  made  things  incredibly  difficult.  He'd  always  been  one  to  keep  things  close  to  his  chest,  to  distance  himself  from  everyone  else  and  confide  only  in  himself.  .  .  Bryn  related  but  hated  being  on  this  side  of  things.  Brows  furrow  as  she  watches  him  hang  his  jacket  up,  gaze  brushing  over  him  as  though  she  can  decipher  what's  going  on  just  from  his  movements. Right  hand  clutches  the  glass  in  her  hand  tightly,  taking  a  large  sip  before  dignifying  him  with  a  response. 

"  So-  "  she  responds  calmly  but  tightly,  finding  his  almost  confirmation  to  be  nothing  but  irritating  at  best.  "  I  would  like  to  help.  "  gaze  softens  as  she  steps  forward,  placing  a  hand  on  his  shoulder.  "  Tell  me  what's  going  on,  let  me  help  you.  "

@astormymind cont from here

[obl1tus]

She raises a brow, a hint of amusement flickering across otherwise impassive features as she takes the girl in. " I think you did a little more than what was 'necessary' darling. " Bryn drawls, sarcasm lacing her tone.

@insanislupus sent: “ i did what was necessary. ”

[oblitum]

She's not sure why his words ruffle her feathers so badly; and put her on the defensive. It's different than her mother and she's never quite understood why. Her mother strikes her with anger but her father, it's something akin to disappointment, irritation and perhaps a small part of her would admit to fear. She spent her childhood dodging his anger, never understanding why his children were never good enough for him. She didn't get the rage that Niklaus faced, but instead a cold kind of indifference. It unnerved her as much now as it did when she was human but she stands tall, gaze assessing, her perfectly curated mask never falling. " That tends to happen when you're busy neglecting or trying to kill your children. " she muses, head tilted as she allows herself a scoff at his words. " You always did underestimate me. "

@astormymind sent: I didn’t think you had it in you. (from Mikael)

[obl1tus]

Surprise  flickers  across  her  features,  azure  hues  wide,  clearly  startled,  head  snapping  in  the  direction  of  her  brother's  voice.  Cheeks  flush,  caught  between  being  embarrassed  and  guilty  at  having  been  caught.  She's  not  a  child  anymore,  no  longer  human,  she  shouldn't  feel  embarrassed  for  bringing  someone  home  but  she  does.  Or  perhaps  she's  just  embarrassed  at  being  caught.  She'd  been  so  caught  up  in  him,  she  hadn't  heard  her  brother  approach.  She  wonders  how  much  he'd  seen.  Had  he  seen  him  kiss  her  goodbye?  The  kiss  that  had  lingered  perhaps  a  touch  longer  than  necessary?  Had  he  seen  her  giggling  (Yes!  her!  Giggling!)  as  she'd  pushed  him  away?  (eager  for  him  to  leave  before  he  was  caught.  .  .  a  clearly  failed  attempt) Sheepishness  is  soon  covered  up  with  her  usual  mask,  stupid  smile  slipping  from  her  face  as  she  smooths  her  features  into  the  picture  of  indifference.  "  A  friend.  "  is  the  only  explanation  she  gives,  for  lack  of  a  better  word.  If  she  were  to  try  to  sum  up  what  they  were.  .  .  well  it  was  complicated  at  best.  She'd  known  Gabriel  a  long  time,  they'd  been  lovers  once  before,  if  you  could  call  it  that  and  this  thing?  now?  a  series  of  one  night  stands,  with  no  intent  to  pick  it  back  up— until  they  meet  again.  Gaze  narrows,  poking  him  in  the  chest  accusingly.  "  How  long  were  you  standing  there?  "  a  no  nonsense  tone.  This  isn't  a  conversation,  nor  is  it  up  for  discussion.

@itsonlyfinn sent: and who the hell was that?

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It's different for him. . . she realizes that much almost immediately. His works cause the vampire to almost cringe. It's not that she doesn't like Damon; she likes him well enough, but the only thing she's feeling is desire; lust. She's using him and she'd thought the feeling was mutual, now she's not so sure. But she chooses to ignore his words, pretend he never said it because otherwise this is over as soon as it begins.

Still, she allows herself to be pulled onto his lap because gods does she need this. Allows him the false impression of control; whatever it is he needs. Mouth captures his again, more urgent this time, but pulls back a moment later, breaking the kiss just long enough to tug at his shirt, giving a grunt as fingers grab the rim and tug it upwards, other hand sliding under to glide along the smooth skin of his chiselled chest. There's a brief moment of hesitation then that he might not pick up on, her breath hot against his ear. . . he needs to understand what that is. No strings attached. " Just sex. " she murmurs, lips working their way down his neck, leaving a trail of kisses, fangs grazing over the sensitive spots with a wicked, teasing grin.

⚰️  ――――         DAMON  WAS  STILL  ASTOUNDED  THAT  THEY  HAD  BEEN  ABLE  TO  RECONNECT  WITH  ONE  ANOTHER  AGAIN.  he  couldn't  stop  staring  into  those  eyes  he  had  missed  so  much.  she  was  the  only  thing  that  had  gotten  him  through  his  horrific  time  in  augustine  and  seeing  her  again   —   he  didn't  think  of  the  horrible  things  he  was  forced  to  endure   [   .  .  .  .   ]   all  he  thought  about  were  those  feelings  he  easily  developed  for  her.  she  was  unlike  anyone  else  he's  ever  met;  even  katherine.  a  playful  smirk  curls  damon's  lips  at  her  words,  shrugging  nonchalantly,        ❛      don't  go  hogging  all  the  fun  now,  b,  because  it  would  be  just  as  fun  for  me  to  piss  off  klaus       ❜     he  replied,  moving  closer  when  she  had,  mirroring  her  moves.  he  hums  in  delight  when  she  grips  his  hair,  closing  his  eyes  as  he  revels  in  her  long  awaited  touch.  he  never  thought  he  would  be  graced  with  her  presence  again,  and  he  could  only  feel  lucky  at  this  moment.

HER  BREATH  WARMS  HIS  LIPS,  AND  HE  COULDN'T  HELP  BUT  LEAN  IN  EVEN  CLOSER  TO  HER.  when  she  pulls  him  in  only  to  whisper  in  his  ear  the  words  he  had  been  waiting  to  hear  fall  from  her  lips,  he  practically  growls  into  their  kiss.  his  body  rolls  aggressively  against  hers,  his  kisses  rapidly  quickening  the  pace  and  his  teeth  capturing  her  bottom  lip.  his  arms  loop  around  her  body  to  pull  her  on  his  lap,  his  hands  wandering  down  her  back  to  backside  and  gripping,  moaning  in  her  mouth.  he  was  undoubtedly  weak  for  her,  easily.        ❛      i've   —   missed   —   you   —       ❜      he  says  in  between  each  urgent  kiss,  his  devilish  smirk  unwavering.

[oblitum]

                                 Grey-blue  hues  flicker  across  his  face  as  she  slides  into  the  seat  next  him,  completely  disregarding  her  own  rules  as  she  does  so.  Her  gaze  flicks  away  just  as  quickly,  barely  sparing  him  a  glance  as  she  smiles  at  the  bartender  "  Scotch,  Neat  ".  She  slips  a  bill  over  the  counter,  pushing  it  towards  him  before  turning  back  to  the  vampire,  using  the  momentary  interruption  to  gather  her  thoughts.  She  had  planned  to  remain  entirely  unknown,  hiding  from  her  siblings  until  she  had  more  intel  into  their  appearance  until  she  could  make  an  informed  decision  as  to  whether  she  wanted  to  get  involved  in  whatever  game  they  were  playing,  and  with  Niklaus  here.  .  .  it  was  sure  to  be  some  kind  of  game.  but  there  was  no  hiding  from  the  raven-haired  vampire  who  sat  at  her  side.  She'd  seen  him  watching  her,  as  though  trying  to  piece  together  if  she  was  real  or  some  kind  of  hallucination.  Funny,  she'd  done  the  same  when  she'd  first  seen  him.  It  turned  out  her  remaining  low-key  was  much  less  undercover  than  she'd  first  thought. 

    "  Damon.  "  she  regards  him  carefully,  memories  swirling  in  the  forefront  of  her  mind,  memories  she's  all  too  keen  to  ignore,  to  lock  in  a  little  box  and  forget  they  ever  existed,  as  though  the  very  same  memories  don't  haunt  her  dreams.  She  allows  a  small  chuckle,  but  her  voice  is  perfectly  calm,  perfectly  collected.  She  allows  herself  a  subtle  glance  around  the  room,  ensuring  her  low  profile  is  otherwise  intact.  "  Can  I  assume  my  presence  otherwise  remains  a  secret?  "  she  queries,  voice  low,  an  almost  threatening  tone  wavering  at  the  edges.  Trying  to  figure  out  if  he'd  told  anybody  about  whom  he'd  seen. 

  Scotch  is  pushed  over  the  bar  towards  her  and  she  reaches  for  it,  hands  closing  around  the  glass  and  holding  it  towards  Damon  with  an  ironic  smile,  a  brow  raised  as  she  speaks.

  "  To  old  friends  "

  and  with  that,  she  downs  the  scotch  in  one,  the  only  sign  she's  as  shaken  as  him.  Liquid  courage.  Lowering  the  glass,  she  slides  it  across  the  bar,  nodding  in  a  gesture  to  give  her  another.  "  This  was.  .  .  unexpected,  "  she  admits  cautiously,  faux  humour  lacing  her  tone  as  she  speaks  again.  "  It  would  seem  mystic  falls  holds  all  my  problems.  "  a  beat  later,  a  smirk  tugging  at  pink  lips.  "  You  look  good  not  half  dead.  "

@mysticfallsresidents gets a semi-plotted starter.

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                          “ It’s Meggie, isn’t it? “ Bryn queries gently. “ if I'm not mistaken. “ a pause, gaze assessing and the original shoves hands into pockets in a moment of sombre concentration while she studies the girl before speaking again. “ I understand it must be- difficult; having everything you thought you knew change on it’s axis overnight. “ she tries for reassuring but likely falls flat. “ I assure you it was quite the shock for us too. “ there’s a small smile there though as she looks at the young girl. “ I know my brother- Elijah, can be quite...” another pause, considering the best way to put this. “ Stoic, or perhaps aloof but family means everything to him, he’s very loyal in that way and Meggie, you are family now. “

               She always had been, they’d just never realised it, or perhaps Elijah had known this whole time and decided it was best a secret buried. Never the less it was out now and she can only imagine what the girl is going through. 

@beingstories​ liked for a starter and specified angst. 

[obl1tus]

It  had  been  roughly  three  years  since  she  had  last  seen  her  family,  at-least  some  of  them  anyway.  She’d  returned  to  Mystic  Falls  after  centuries  but  too  late.  Two  of  her  brothers  were  dead,  a  fact  she’d  found  out  in  a  screaming  match  with  her  sister  and  one  that  had  sent  her  spiralling  into  silence,  voice  breaking  as  she’d  repeated  her  sisters  words  and  had  them  confirmed  to  her.  It  had  killed  her  to  realise  she’d  lost  her  chance,  a  chance  to  make  amends,  to  be  with  her  family  again.  There  had  been  an  overwhelming  grief  and  there  had  barely  been  a  moment  where  Bryn  had  seen  her  brothers  features  before  bolting  for  the  door,  unable  to  express  the  lost  she  felt  around  her  siblings.  She’d  felt  as  though  she  didn’t  deserve  to  mourn  with  her  siblings  then,  as  though  she  didn’t  deserve  their  forgiveness  and  she  couldn’t  look  her  brothers  in  the  eye,  couldn’t  deal  with  the  fight  that  would  almost  certainly  break  forth  with  Niklaus,  couldn’t  deal  with  Elijah’s  reaction,  whatever  it  may  be,  no  she’d  decided  it  was  best  to  not  go  there.

              So  she’d  left,  almost  as  soon  as  she’d  arrived,  not  a  word  said.  They  hadn’t  known  if  she  was  coming  back  and  she  hadn’t  said.  The  answer  was  she  hadn’t  and  she’d  had  no  intentions  of  returning  to  her  family  again,  not  until  she’d  received  a  call.  The  second  she’d  heard  her  sisters  voice  she’d  hung  up  but  a  text  had  come  through  a  moment  later     ‘  Pick  up  the  bloody  phone,  it’s  an  emergency,  Elijah  is  missing. ‘    the  text  had  her  picking  up  the  phone  and  calling  the  number  back  in  a  moment  of  seconds,  barely  wasting  a  moment  from  the  second  she  got  on  the  phone  before  making  her  way  to  New  Orleans.  As  expected,  her  and  Niklaus  had  immediately  clashed  head  on.  He’d  tried  to  throw  her  out  but  Rebekah  had  stepped  in,  stating  she’d  called  the  brunette. 

        Of-course,  the  events  that  followed  were  no  surprise,  Niklaus  had  denied  everything  else  and  Marcel  had  proved  a  futile  lead,  though  she  was  almost  certain  he  had  something  to  do  with  this  from  the  news  she’d  heard  on  the  streets.  Trying  to  sneak  had  ended  badly  and  Bryn  was  at  her  wits  end,  all  but  ready  to  do  something  she’d  regret  when  Elijah  walked  into  the  home.  It  had  been  a  touching  reunion,  or  so  she  assumed.  Bryn  had  simply  met  his  gaze  and  nodded,  allowing  the  others  privacy  in  a  reunion  she  felt  uncomfortable  watching  and  had  excused  herself  with  the  promise  she  wasn’t  leaving. 

         It’s  later  that  night  that  Bryn  finally  finds  a  moment  alone  with  her  brother,  everyone  else  had  gone  to  bed  or  were  lingering  elsewhere  and  Bryn  lingers  in  the  doorway  of  the  room  her  brother  occupies,  arms  folded  as  she  leans  against  the  doorframe,  gaze  assessing  her  brother  silently  for  any  sign  of  harm.  There’s  a  moment  of  silence  before  she  speaks. “  It  was  Niklaus,  wasn’t  it?  Whatever  happened  to  you? “  frown  furrows  her  forehead,  irritation  sparking  as  arms  unfold  and  she  steps  forward.  There’s  no  apology  here,  no  explanation,  because  Bryn  has  never  done  vulnerable  and  she  certainly  doesn’t  intend  to  start  now. “  Why  do  you  put  up  with  him?  Do  you  ever  get  tired  of  being  subject  to  his  ire?  Cleaning  up  his  messes? “  a  bitter  tone  laces  her  next  words. “  You’re  lucky  you  weren’t  killed. “  she’d  glad  he’s  not,  so  so  glad  he’s  safe,  and  she  means  to  say  so,  she  really  does,  but  the  words  refuse  to  leave  her  mouth  and  so  she  glowers  from  across  the  room. 

@mikaels0n-elijah gets a starter

[obl1tus]

Features  soften  despite  herself,  the  cruel  grin  that  had  taken  over  her  features  melting  into  something  akin  to  sympathy.  Sometimes  she  forgets  Lance  is  new  to  this  world,  and  as  much  as  she  despises  the  demon  in  his  head,  she  can't  imagine  living  with  it.  Can't  imagine  anyone  being  privy  to  her  innermost  thoughts,  never  having  a  moment's  privacy.  Azure  hues  flicker  over  the  man's  features,  taking  a  sip  of  the  red  wine  she'd  ordered,  mulling  over  her  response.  "  Living  the  way  we  do  is  a  curse  as  much  as  a  blessing.  "  she  shrugs  honestly,  and  her  brows  furrow  as  she  tries  to  explain  it  to  Lance.  "  You  watch  things  change  around  you,  people  die,  people  grow  when  you're  stuck  at  the  same  age.  It's  lonely  sometimes.  "  she's  not  sure  why  she  tells  him  this,  perhaps  so  he  knows  it's  not  as  exciting  as  he  thinks.  "  and  boring.  "  she  grins  a  little.  "  I'm  convinced  Niklaus  goes  looking  for  drama  to  cure  his  own.  "  she's  teasing,  but  not  entirely  lying.  Niklaus  would  be  bored  without  some  enemy  to  fight,  some  mystery  to  solve.  Bored  and  left  alone  with  his  thoughts.  A  frankly  terrifying  combination.  She  pauses,  downing  the  glass  of  wine  and  gesturing  to  the  bartender  for  another  with  an  incline  of  her  head  "  What's  it  like?  "  she  asks  at  last,  curiosity  getting  the  best  of  her  and  her  eyes  meet  his  with  intensity.  "  Having  it.  .  .  him?  inside  your  head?  taking  over?  "  she's  unable  to  help  the  question,  wanting  to  know  everything  she  doesn't.

"Nah. Life's way too fun to just end" he replies with a little wave to let her know that death certainly isn't ever on the table for him. Though sure enough, this gets him wondering now. Not just him. It as well. Of course it does.

"Must be nice. Not having to give a shit about dying. Living the way you do. How does that work anyway, do you still call it living? Technically you already are dead, right?" he rambles a bit, but it truly only just now hits him. What she is. Who she is. What he's sitting next to.

He scoffs and looks away for a moment, lets the sight of all these other people around them sink in. Some of them most definitely too drunk to notice anything.

"Sorry. It's still...crazy to think about. That this is real. Up until just a few years ago people like you only existed in books and on VHS with the most random lore, depending on who held the pen for the story. A fucking story. Not....well this. You're not just a story and yeah, you definitely don't take orders from anyone. Good on you."

[oblitum]

Everything happens so fast, it's a blur of movements and events. One minute she's watching her friend as she feeds, fighting her own urges to dig into the girl's neck, and the next. . . an assailant hovers over her, wood piercing her friend's chest. She reacts in an instant, speeding forward in a blur of motion and knocking the assailant backwards, probably taking him by surprise. Panic rises, azure hues widening as she sees the blonde's blood.

Her arms are around her friends in an instant, holding her arm's length as she assesses the extent of the damage, the assailant already forgotten in her panic. . . for now. She doesn't settle until she's lifted the girl's shirt and seen for herself the already healing wound. To her credit, Raven doesn't bother to fight her, knowing it's useless, instead giving her the usual comforting smile she does whenever the girl is being a worrying hen. All of this happens in a split second before she's whirling back around on the assailant, hiss escaping her lips as rage takes hold, veins protruding under her eyes. " Touch her again and I personally promise you won't live to regret it. " there's a pause then, protective stance turning to one of shock, and confusion. Of--course she'd heard the rumours but she'd never believed them. Gaze flickers over her brother in silence for a moment, never letting either him or the blonde out her sight. She backs up, closer to Raven now, gaze once again flicking over her to ensure she's truly come to no harm. " Finn? " she questions, tone hard, because she can't be thankful to see her brother after so long when he'd just tried to kill her progeny, her friend.

@astormymind gets a semi-plotted starter.

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                            “ I am concerned for you, Hope. “ a momentary pause, gaze assessing as it flicks across her features. “ We all are and while Rebekah handled things badly, the fact remains, we are your family. “ she let’s out a long breath. If only Nik was here; she never thought she’d see the day she’d be longing for her brothers presence, but the tribrid is grieving and she needs her parents, her parents who are dead. Bryn is not a parent, nor is Rebekah nor Freya but they are family and that is not a word the Mikaelson’s take lightly. 

               “ I know your humanity is off, I don’t care. “ and she doesn’t, it’s irrelevant to her. “ You are my niece, and I will not leave you here alone, so whatever it is you feel you need to do, I am with you, Hope. “ she’s not sure how the girl will take the words, isn’t expecting it to go down well but she can’t not try, can’t leave her here alone without knowing they care.

@triagenera​ gets a starter for n!h Hope <3

[obl1tus]

She  flashes  him  a  grin,  amusement  dancing  in  blue-grey  hues.  "  Please,  that  was  just  an  observation,  I  got  all  that  in  the  two  minutes  I've  known  you.  "  she  teases  with  a  hum,  "  If  I  was  trying,  you'd  know.  "  she  throws  him  a  playful  wink,  taking  the  seat  that's  offered,  sliding  onto  the  bar  stool,  turning  her  body  towards  him,  studying  him  curiously.  "  Wine.  Red.  Make  it  a  large.  "  she  nods  in  appreciation,  "  I'm  no  one's  cavalry,  I  was  simply  curious  as  to  what  makes  THE  Stefan  Salvatore  so  big  and  bad.  "  her  tone  is  playful  still,  but  truthful,  of  course,  she  wasn't  blind  to  his  ripper  nature,  it's  hard  to  live  in  such  a  small  town  and  not  have  the  rumor  mill  run  rampant  as  a  human,  let  along  with  such  a  small  population  of  the  supernatural.  "  And  here  you  are,  all  brooding  and  mysterious.  "  she  shrugs,  fingers  running  across  the  bar.  "  personally,  I  don't  see  the  difference.  "

@stefcns cont from here.

[obl1tus]

Tongue  clicks  against  the  roof  of  her  mouth,  hues  rolling.  Bryn  had  never  been  one  to  take  perceived  threats  lightly  and  that's  definitely  what  Katherine  is.  She's  also  incredibly  irritating  and  the  brunette  can  feel  her  ire  rise,  azure  hues  flashing  with  a  hint  of  violence  before  she  smooths  her  features  back  into  a  mask  of  indifference.  She  was  good  at  this,  and  Katherine  couldn't  beat  her  at  her  own  game.  She  wouldn't  give  her  the  satisfaction.  Instead,  she  sighs,  turning  her  back  to  Katherine  and  towards  the  mirror,  running  a  hand  through  her  brunette  tresses,  ensuring  she's  still  able  to  see  the  other  woman  in  the  reflection.  Frankly,  she's  debating  if  she  wants  to  give  Katherine  what  she  wants.  She's  quite  enjoyed  being  anonymous  all  these  years,  and  that  didn't  happen  by  going  around  shouting  your  name  from  the  rooftops-  or  in  this  case,  anyone  who  demands  it.  She  huffs  slightly,  mostly  to  herself.  "  You  know,  I've  always  hated  this  dreadful  town.  Small  towns  are  so  toxic,  wouldn't  you  agree?  "  she  gives  the  woman  a  sardonic  smile  as  she  turns  back  to  face  her.  "  so  many  busy  bodies  poking  their  nose  where  it  doesn't  belong.  "  It's  quite  obvious  she's  talking  about  Katherine,  but  alas,  she's  ready  for  this  confrontation  to  be  over,  so  she  decides  to  give  her  what  she  wants.  "  Bronwyn  Mikaelson,  youngest  sister  of  The  Mikaelson  clan  you  so  seem  to  know  so  fondly.  "  there's  a  sarcastic  drawl  to  her  statement.  "  Now,  if  we're  going  to  continue  this  interrogation,  can  we  at-least  do  it  over  wine  like  civil  people?  "  she  raises  a  brow,  brushing  right  past  her  as  though  she's  not  blocking  the  door.  It's  clearly  not  a  request.

Well her attitude certainly isn't winning her any points with Katherine. However Katherine isn't sure yet if that disrespect comes from being an idiot who Katherine could tear in half without blinking, or if it comes from a place of security. Katherine doesn't pick fights she isn't sure she can win.

So for now the attitude and disrespect is taken in stride.

For a brief moment she contemplates changing the rules or loopholeing them, but if she does that too early the clever little fox will lose her ability to get information from whoever this bitch is.

"Well I can't say it's a flattering name by any means but I guess no parents are above mistakes." The doppelganger smirked.

"I'd call you B but that's a horrific nickname so I'm going to call you Ron instead, for fun. Now I'm Katherine, first name only since that's all you gave. How do you know the Mikaelsons? And don't say you go way back, I want a real answer."