Simple Secrets || N. Mikaelson

~21~

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"How long have you known Klaus?" Marcel and her were walking together through a square in the French Quarter the next day, the streets packed with people so they could have a private conversation. "He seemed . . . well, he seemed like he cares about you, Talia."

She smiled faintly, her dark eyes washing over the crowd around them. "Thirty years. I'm not a vampire or a witch, I just . . . it's a long story, to be honest. He's my soulmate, or he was. But then some things happened and the bond got cut and I was dying. I'm still dying." She felt her nose scrunch, silently cursing herself for telling him so much, but Marcel wasn't going to hurt her. At least, not yet. If it came down to her or the city, he would choose the city. But, Marcel wouldn't let it come to that. "A witch put a spell on me to slow down the aging, since once the bond was cut I lost access to his immortality and the aging sped up. The spell isn't as powerful as nature, though, and I'm still going to die of old age in just a few months. Nine or ten, I think." She scratched the back of her neck, sighing softly. "Klaus won't repair the bond, he's a selfish bastard."

Marcel squeezed her shoulder, giving her a waning smile. "Elijah taught me about the soulmate bond centuries ago. Basic supernatural history, he told me it was a myth. I've never met another pair of soulmates, I'm sorry the bond was cut." He sighed, rubbing his scalp and shaking his head slowly. "It's ironic that the most evil man on earth is your soulmate. I'd've expected his soulmate to be some evil witch, like the evil witch from Little Mermaid." Marcel elbowed her lightly, causing a laugh to escape her.

"Wow, so you're a Disney fan, huh?" She smirked at his, interlocking their hands. "You seem more like a Marvel fan, to be honest."

"Yeah, Captain America is cool. I really like Black Panther, though," Marcel shrugged, pressing his lips to the side of her head as they came to a stop near some shop stands. "You?"

"Iron Man, duh." Talia peered over at the stands, smiling wider when she realized it was a palm-reading stall. "Let's get our palms read."

Marcel studied the woman behind the table, his lips tugging downwards. "That's one of the witch elders, she hates me."

Talia shrugged, beginning to walk over. "You are the one not letting her coven do magic. Come on, Gerard, it won't be that bad."

She settled down at the table, smiling softly at the older woman on the other side. "Hi, I'd love to get our palms read?"

The woman, Agnes, looked first at her and then coldly looked over at Marcel. "No."

"Come on, Agnes, you can't deny business due to your biases. You don't even have to read my palms, just Talia's."

Agnes looked to Talia, her dark eyes narrowing before she tapped the table. "Hands, girl."

The Monroe swallowed and looked over at Marcel before looking back at Agnes and slowly putting her hands out. Agnes grabbed Talia's hands tightly, peering down at her palms before slowly beginning to read them. "Love at a young age . . . but, no family. No family in the future, either. You made a big decision, recently, but not a good one. Your life line is short . . . death is in your future."

Agnes dropped her hands and looked to Marcel. "Twenty bucks."

The vampire rolled his eyes and placed a twenty on the table, helping Talia up and moving her away from the angry witch. "That was eerily accurate," the Companion sighed and moved closer to Marcel who shrugged.

"She's a liar, Talia. I've gotta go, I have to go deal with more Mikaelson drama. Have fun, okay?" He kissed her forehead and waved, disappearing into the crowd.