Post by MONIQUE DEVERAUX on Jun 27, 2022 0:01:59 GMT
face to face
with Davina Claire
with Davina Claire
It was surprisingly easy for Monique to slip into the Mikaelson home. Maybe she had some sort of sense memory that told her just where to go to find the weakest point to weasel her way through. Maybe she was just determined. Either way, the hybrid who had been standing sentry lay at her feet with a twist of her wrist. She looked down at the poor creature, an abomination that should never exist in the first place. She wondered if the wolf had even wanted to have a monster infect his bloodstream. If he had, then maybe he was better dead.
But no time for that now. Monique was well aware that she only had so long here before she was discovered by one of the Mikaelsons.
She moved through the house, finding it strange to feel her fit hit the solid floor. Before it had felt like a dream, seeing the home through an eyes of another, having no control where she was going --- she only knew she had been stuck (and therefore that dream should have been called a nightmare).
Monique closed her eyes, refusing to let the fear and anger from those months she was captive overwhelm her. Instead she focused on the one thing (or one person) she hoped to find. Sensing her, Monique moved towards the location, a moth to the flame. When she found Davina, she couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions of love and hatred. This was her best friend --- and her best friend had played an explicit role in her captivity.
It wasn't right.
"It's strange to stand face to face with you again," she began, hoping that she caught Davina off guard. "I guess I got used to seeing the world through your eyes."
But no time for that now. Monique was well aware that she only had so long here before she was discovered by one of the Mikaelsons.
She moved through the house, finding it strange to feel her fit hit the solid floor. Before it had felt like a dream, seeing the home through an eyes of another, having no control where she was going --- she only knew she had been stuck (and therefore that dream should have been called a nightmare).
Monique closed her eyes, refusing to let the fear and anger from those months she was captive overwhelm her. Instead she focused on the one thing (or one person) she hoped to find. Sensing her, Monique moved towards the location, a moth to the flame. When she found Davina, she couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions of love and hatred. This was her best friend --- and her best friend had played an explicit role in her captivity.
It wasn't right.
"It's strange to stand face to face with you again," she began, hoping that she caught Davina off guard. "I guess I got used to seeing the world through your eyes."
@davina
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