Dear Klaus,
When you whispered into my ear like a serpent exploiting wicked sins into my garden, you told me, "darling, being merciful is what makes others know they have control over you...now they walk all over you taking advantage of how forgiving you are"
I showed you mercy, in exchange your poisonous apple seeds sprouted inside of me tearing my garden down leaving it to rot all over. I guess this was foreshadowing to a romance I didn't expect to be a tragedy.
I disagree. I don't think forgiveness will be the return of the merciful. Their garden is rotten now. You'll expect the naive arms you previously had wrapped around you to welcome you, but pure revenge, sweet vengeance, harsh waterfalls of madness pouring poisonous spat you dumped into their once tranquil river will welcome you instead and you'll conjure for mercy.
But you told them being merciful was weak...right?
Love, Ophelia.
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sweet catharsis, klaus mikaelson.
Romancevengeance savored on her tongue and it never tasted oh so sweet. klaus mikaelson x fem! oc. BOOK ONE OF THE MUSE COLLECTION. © HOESOCIETY
