From the Stars to the Stars → Draco Malfoy

xl. Lupus

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as usual, thank you boa_hankock
for helping with the French translation.

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      Being alive for more than a thousand years, not once or twice did the Mikaelson start playing Gods. In fact, they played the role so well that people could barely tell the difference between mere playing or whether they were actually one.

      How could people not perceive them as Gods when they were just as selfish? They wouldn't care about the doom of humanity as long as they could still enjoy their ambrosia in peace. The Gods, as people say, were indestructible; many tried to kill them and like always, they sat in their throne as they watched all who tried failed miserably. But then again, the Gods are not without a weakness.

     No one party like the Gods, that one was true. The Mikaelsons used to throw parties like there was no tomorrow, especially back in New Orleans. Needless to say, no one threw a party like the Mikaelsons.

     But, no one threw a gala like Rebekah Mikaelson.

     It had almost been a decade since the last time Rebekah Mikaelson hosted a gala, which was why the moment the Malfoys were not able to and asked if she was willing to, she took the offer in an instance. They usually have an annual gala to celebrate their family, or just an excuse to celebrate anything, yet another thing that was stopped after the death of Orion's parents; it's just like nothing was ever worth celebrating anymore.

     There were quite a few traits that Klaus Mikaelson had passed down to his daughter, one of them was that neither of the two liked to be told what to do. Elijah Mikaelson knew that better than anyone, which was why his first and last resort was to threaten her. Unlike Klaus who never really cared about anything as long as he got what he wanted, Orion was the type of person that never really liked having the consequences of her own action passed to someone else. Elijah knew what he was doing when, instead of threatening her by taking something that she owned or maybe restricting access to her parent's vault, he threatened to dagger Kol and Rebekah.

     Elijah was not going to lie, it pained him more than anything to have to threaten his niece, there was an invisible dagger twisting on his chest over and over again the moment he saw how much Orion resented him, how he swore in that moment he could rip his own heart from his chest when he saw the reflection of him as a stranger on her eyes. He wanted to make amends, he always wanted to, but he had no idea how. How was he supposed to say sorry for being the root of her issues? How was he supposed to say sorry that her uncle, the one that everyone called the noble one, the one who would stick to his words, broke his own promises to her?

     Letters. That was all that Orion asked from him, he sent letters to the twins once or twice a month. Yet, he only ever sent a letter to Orion when it's her birthday or Christmas, or just once in a while occasionally. That was not without a reason, he knew if he got in touch, he would want to immediately go back, wanted to be the one who gets to raise her, wanted to be the one Orion looked up to. So, he chose not to be close at all. But he didn't want her to hate him either.

     "She's a teenager, Elijah," Freya soothed Elijah who looked like he was about to rip someone's head off as he sipped his wine. Leaning back towards the hundreds of years old table behind him while trying to fix his silk bow tie.

     "She ran away with a guy, Freya," he sighed, the room was so quiet that the sound of clunk from him putting his glass down harshly immediately echoed the room. "She's sixteen, heaven's sake."