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❛ Where in the hell are we going? ❜ Cold, violet eyes stared at her mother, practically drilling a hole through her raven black hair and into the outer hull of her skull. If she had a say in anything, she’d be in Salem, at Rosethorns, curled up with her grimoire, watching as the little witch shop her mother liked to think of as her apothecary was thriving, when really, she didn’t know the first thing about a business venture or how to run one. Nausicaa Thorn might be young, but she had never been a child. Not in the way children were children. To be a child meant that you had to have some semblance of innocence attached, and she might not have ever been that way. She had been seventeen years old, and the loss of her brother still so new that it hadn’t sunk in one of kind of monsters lay in the loom.

When the Mercedes Benz G580 pulled onto the cobblestone streets of The French Quarter, she instantly felt a surge of intuition come about her. She couldn’t explain it, nor did the urge possess her to divulge it to her stony-visaged mother. As a witch of solitary nature, preferring herself to the coven she had always felt stuck with, she wanted to investigate this path on her own. The entire area had a feeling of wholesomeness, but it was probably because the area was permeated. Saturated and built off of liquor and aggression. There had been stories about how there had been true French settlers that had chosen Louisiana as their home, ensuring that a slice of their history remained intact, even if they weren’t on their homeland shores. She had often visited Paris, especially on many a trip due to Demetria’s atelier’s home base being in that location. She sometimes missed Paris— only allowing herself to feel that if she were able to venture out on her own, away from the judgment of her mother.

❛ Well, come on. The heat is already gathering, and the car is going to be rather hot with the engine turned off. It’s the only way I can get you to actually spend time with me. ❜ She had turned fully to her, speaking directly to her. Did she even care that she had been cooped up in the fucking SUV for hours? She didn’t want to be cramped up in a small space with her. She was glad to get out from under her.

❛ Let’s go then. ❜ Standing at her full height, she stretched luxuriously. Much to Demetria Black’s chagrin, she had decided to wear the skin-hugging vegan leather snakeskin pants in oiliest black. A black tank top that was solid and silky and slinky, she slid her feet into sandals that showed more skin of her feet than covered it. Fastening the buckles of the shoes, she opened the car door and closed it with a resounding thud behind her. It felt so bloody good to just stand up and stretch. The sound of the bell overhead of the door made way for a feeling that was a reminder of back home, at Rosethorns. Their business had that same exact sound, and it invoked pleasant memories as she did her best to stamp Demetria’s face out of her machination.

In a place known for witchcraft and the like, the streets teemed with rich history that permeated the streets and corridors of the city, where the shadows were just as imminent as the blazing lights of Bourbon Street. Luckily it was midday, and nothing could really get at them here. She knew monsters liked to skulk about in the dark. She lived with two of the worst. Spending a good half hour in the shop, pouring over everything from amulets and talismans, books and music and pottery, to prepared spells and lotions and vials of substances that were unknown to her but understood by Demetria, she couldn’t help but to raise an eyebrow in her direction.

❛ You shouldn’t keep me in the dark. Sometimes I think you just want me here to keep an eye on me. And a thumb. ❜ She seethed, her eyes turning a more vibrant shade of amethyst. Exasperated, she moved toward the counter of stones and couldn’t help but to run the tips of her fingers across the surface. Some were smooth and flat, others full of texture and in their natural form. They were just as lovely as she imagined the owners to be. Sometimes she was able to just pick up on the general vibe of people, and usually her first projection was the right one. There was a surge... of something, that pointed her toward that of the topaz stones, and thumbing them, she gingerly picked it up, feeling the cool weight of it in her grasp. It felt indescribable, but like it belonged to her. She wanted to purchase it immediately.

❛ Are you sure that’s the one for you? ❜ Demetria whispered, eyeing it with scrutiny, just as she would do anything that she ever did. She could only nod at her, not wanting to say much more. Demetria had a way of making her feel uncomfortable in her own skin. She then felt something. Or someone, homing in on her. That was something she also couldn’t explain, but it was entirely different than the surge of premonition she felt earlier. This one felt more… direct. She felt a glimmer of a thread appearing in her mind, something that was akin to that of a silver cord. And if legend was understood by her, the things that silver cords attached were soulmates. But why was she feeling that right now? It held her transfixed to the spot. And then Demetria was pitching her forward, a solid hand in the middle of her back, and her skin slowly began to crawl. She didn’t like to be touched, and in fact she hated it. Ever since the river, she didn’t want anyone to be near her— it made her human, and vulnerable. And she still needed answers. Her mother promised they’d discuss things, yet they never did. The entire trip had been focused on a lie.

But she was excited with the stones she decided on, and a few books that had caught her eye. A new grimoire for her to write in, at least until she had her original one beneath the window seat of her sitting room. She carefully watched as the female shop attendant sauntered away but thought nothing more about it. She was pleasant looking, and instantly wondered if she could swap her mother for that one.

She smiled at him when he had spoken, the amethyst hue reaching the grayed violet of her eyes, indicating that until this second, she was as melancholy as one could get, indicating genuine misery. And oh, how misery craved the company. Damn near ached for it. ❛ Just, ❜ she whispered, her eyelashes swiveling down against her cheeks, and as her eyes reopened, they were luminous against the depth of her midnight black lashes and olive skin. That surge of premonition she had just felt— it had returned, full force. The jolt of surefire electricity felt like a burst of contact.

I know you.

She had spoken with her mind but tried her best to not invade his thoughts. But she did know him… didn’t she? Her eyes clung to his, blown wide, violets as huge as saucers. Sucking in a breath, she placed down a hundred, not being able to help the fact she had been doubly slack jawed. Returning to a more poised state, the premonition lent way to a wave of dizziness from the aftershock, and before she knew it, she had hurled herself out of the shop and into the late November daylight.

the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you touch them.

soulmate au. ( for @wickedslip only ).

" i hate this so much. "

if there was something that the original hated the most right now, it was not being in his own body. he knows his mother needed him and finn for something. the fact that he doesn't know why though, it both scared him and thrilled him. epescially when he does know that it concerned klaus. the only thing that he was ready to do was make his life a living hell. he had abandonned him in mystic falls. how could he forget such a thing, right? especially when he died right in front of his eyes, and for what? because he wanted to protect their family from this damn cure. cure that didn't actually entered any member of his family. a good things from him if he has to admit. at least, he hadn't died in vain for nothing.

though, his sister deserved to have that cure. he could see how she struggled. she needed that to be happy. something that was taken away from her because some people, if he could put his hands on them right now, he would, thought she wasn't worth it. something that he will blame himself forever for. she was the heart of the family after all. her and the being that was his niece.

being in new orlean, the french quarter to be more precise was another thing that he hated. especially when he could feel magic all around the place, all around him but couldn't actually touch anything without feeling bad after it. this damn body and the fact that he was stuck there made him think about life itself. why being good when evil feels so good? maybe it was the witch that he possessed that was trying to protect himself from becoming evil? or maybe something else was blocking his way from being evil and he had to know and sees what it was.

sitting at the counter of the magic shop that his mother owned right now, he couldn't help but sigh for the hundreth time this day, looking at the clock who was above the door as he pays no mind at the sound of the door ringing. it was not new to him to sees witches visit this store or this part of the town. everyone who was attracted to the witchcraft, be sure to sees them there. lowering down his eyes to the people who just entered the store, he couldn't help himself but laid his eyes on this woman who was with another woman who was more younger. around caleb's age maybe? seeing them touching everything that was around intrigued him. especially the girl who was beside that woman who was talking way to fast and way to loud for his liking.

when they stopped in front of the stones, a smirk appears. of course they were here for stoned objects. they were something that witches cherished the most. if he had to offer his eyes on this and his advice, he would says that the topaz stones would go perfectly well with the purple of her eyes. what? how can he know the colors of her eyes when she hadn't turned around yet? the aura that enemated from her though, something that attracts him a lot. as if the other half of his soul did find the missing piece. it was disturbing him right now. the fact that someone could have a hold on him.

when he saw them coming toward him with the stones and some books in their hands, he couldn't help himself but stroke his mother shoulders, telling her that he would take care of this as she would turn around, smiling because she know that something was happening inside of her son's heart while she would walk to talk to other person who were shopping there as he turned his attentions to the two woman that intrigued him a lot.

" are you all done shopping already? " he offered a smile to them as he took the items from them and feel electricity in his body at the touch of her fingers on his, eyes boring into the girl, he couldn't help but let the breathe he was holding in as he retreats himself from her touch, wanting to have it on him forever right now.

two souls that were sealed, just by the touch of each other.

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