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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢; 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜

    Eight months pregnant and she looked ready to give birth at any moment. Which meant Braxton Hicks. And the Mikealson male had a doctor on speed dial for when the actual time came.

    Sitting in Rossues, watching as the two brother's drank she felt slightly sick to her stomach.

    "Seems rather uncivilized to laugh and dance around the body of a loved one." Klaus hums out, his voice low near the drunken slurs.

    Elijah pours himself a drink. "Yes, far better to practice your process of grief, Niklaus–denial, rage, and hoarding coffins in basements."

    Rosalice comments, under her breath, "Isn't that normal for him."

    Niklaus glares at the woman but it didn't last long as he returned to his drinking. Hayley now sitting at the opposite end of the table. "I will warn you, Hayley, Niklaus is in a spectacularly foul mood today."

    Niklaus finally slurs, "Sod off."

    The werewolf didn't beat around the bush, simply diving into her point, "What's the deal with these moonlight rings? Oliver's trying to set a revolution every five seconds. People are scared, angry, and frankly, I'm tired of staling."

    He sighs heavily, "It's a day of peace, Hayley." He rubs his face. "Try and enjoy it. And, in the meantime, with all manner of unknown enemies conspiring against our family, you'll move back in with us."

    Sarcasm was thick in the air. "Awesome! Then, we can do that thing where you lock me in the tower, I escape, there's drama, and then you both realize I'm very capable of looking after myself." She looks at the two brother's with a fake smile.

    The original hybrid showed his frustration, "The rings are in progress. I will live up to my word. We will find and punish whoever launched the attack on the Bayou, and you will return to the compound for your own safety!" Hayley sighs and rolls her eyes. "But, right now–" He grabs yet another bottle of scotch. "I'm gonna finish this bottle." Opening it with ease. "And the next, in the hopes of drowning the demon who has chosen today to haunt me. Cheers, Mikeal! Impeccable, Freudian timing." Throwing his head back he starts chugging the alcohol.

    Elijah stunned stares at his brother in shock. Clearing his throat, "Elaborate."

    The youngest Mikealson brother doesn't dare say anything, drinking until he was left gasping for air. Rosalice could hear his screaming thoughts of words and images of Mikeal. "Have you've dreamt of father?" Elijah asks.

    "Go ahead, have a good laugh."

    The air became tense. Riddled with years of fear and pain chasing after the older two. Rosalice covers her ears wanting the voices to stop. Wanting their voices to stop screaming of their agony. But it didn't work as she wasn't forced to listen. She was forced to see. "I can assure you there is no piece of this that I find even remotely amusing, Niklaus. Especially considering I've been dreaming of him, too."

    The hybrid lifts his head, gulping down harshly, "What?"

    The older of them all started to think over every possible scenario, thinking aloud, "If you are also seeing him..." His eyes lands on the old witch that just entered the restaurant/bar. Catching her eyes, she smiles towards him. "Perhaps our elusive unknown enemy is orchestrating a further attack?"

    Klaus, staring at Genevieve as well, murmurs loudly, clear of his slurs, looking more than sober. "Well, then. What a better way to punctuate a day of peace than by killing someone?"