Post by MAEVE KELLY on Feb 19, 2022 23:08:56 GMT
Bird in a Cage
Mikaelson compound: Secret Room
Mikaelson compound: Secret Room
It had become clear to Maeve that she was not meant to be here alone. Although she had be shoved into this space nearly two weeks ago to find it empty, its very set up spoke to the fact more were coming. Part of her relished in that knowledge --- she would no longer be by herself in this horrible ordeal. Since she had been plucked (chosen, he told her) from her home, she had fought against totally losing her cool demeanor. If she did so, she would give herself over to the very real fear she felt. If there were others, then she could stand shoulder to shoulder with them and face whatever was coming. But then again, if there were others that meant that someone else would suffer as she had.
It felt selfish to wish for that.
On her third day there, she had nearly found her escape. Maeve's outward calm appearance might have led some to believe that she was meek but that was not the case. Not when it mattered --- and right now it mattered. She was a Kelly after all. For as long as she could remember, she was told that meant something. So she had drawn on that in hopes of finding her way back to them.
Klaus had punished her for that, introducing her to a relic his family had collected along their march to their current position of power. As soon as he placed it in the room, she felt her magic fade away, falling down her body as she frantically reached out for it. Finally, she couldn't feel it anymore and she had understood just what he had taken from her.
"Until you learn to behave," he had told her.
Now she sat on her bed looking at a similar one across the spacious room. She wondered if the witch that was meant to have it was already picked out. She wondered just what they were meant to do. She had heard of Klaus of course. Nothing concrete, just folk stories told at gatherings. She had assumed it was meant to frighten in good fun but now she realized those stories were warnings. She wished she had heeded them more.
Her head turned slightly to take in the cursed object that kept her feeling so utterly human. She hadn't felt that way since she was a child. Then she had no idea what she was missing out on but the moment she found her magic, she had never wanted to feel any other way. The fact that he could so easily rob her of that made her angry --- a kind of angry that was new to her and one she didn't quite know how to deal with. She was afraid that if Klaus were to come through the door at this moment she would claw at him wildly. Hardly helpful for her eventual escape.
Maeve had tried to break it. It taunted her in its durability. At least throwing it against the wall repeatedly had felt therapeutic in some respects. At least she got something from it.
She hoped that the Kelly's felt her absence. That was her only hope now. That or...well, if someone else filled that bed then there would be two minds instead of one. Two minds working together to take back what was rightfully theirs.
Once more she looked at the bed, hating herself that she was counting down the minutes until someone took up residence in it.
It felt selfish to wish for that.
On her third day there, she had nearly found her escape. Maeve's outward calm appearance might have led some to believe that she was meek but that was not the case. Not when it mattered --- and right now it mattered. She was a Kelly after all. For as long as she could remember, she was told that meant something. So she had drawn on that in hopes of finding her way back to them.
Klaus had punished her for that, introducing her to a relic his family had collected along their march to their current position of power. As soon as he placed it in the room, she felt her magic fade away, falling down her body as she frantically reached out for it. Finally, she couldn't feel it anymore and she had understood just what he had taken from her.
"Until you learn to behave," he had told her.
Now she sat on her bed looking at a similar one across the spacious room. She wondered if the witch that was meant to have it was already picked out. She wondered just what they were meant to do. She had heard of Klaus of course. Nothing concrete, just folk stories told at gatherings. She had assumed it was meant to frighten in good fun but now she realized those stories were warnings. She wished she had heeded them more.
Her head turned slightly to take in the cursed object that kept her feeling so utterly human. She hadn't felt that way since she was a child. Then she had no idea what she was missing out on but the moment she found her magic, she had never wanted to feel any other way. The fact that he could so easily rob her of that made her angry --- a kind of angry that was new to her and one she didn't quite know how to deal with. She was afraid that if Klaus were to come through the door at this moment she would claw at him wildly. Hardly helpful for her eventual escape.
Maeve had tried to break it. It taunted her in its durability. At least throwing it against the wall repeatedly had felt therapeutic in some respects. At least she got something from it.
She hoped that the Kelly's felt her absence. That was her only hope now. That or...well, if someone else filled that bed then there would be two minds instead of one. Two minds working together to take back what was rightfully theirs.
Once more she looked at the bed, hating herself that she was counting down the minutes until someone took up residence in it.
MAeve's first weeks in Mystic Falls
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