Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

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Plantation Kitchen, Morning

HUMANS are simple creatures, ones that's means to live are simply within reach. Only complicated by the anger possessing mankind.

People need Loyalty in order to get air. To breath.

Taking charted steps through the lounge, Hayley rested her hand protectively over her stomach to ensure no harm to come. She briefly acknowledged the presence of her baby daddy and his brother, though found herself too engulfed in a scent.

It was comforting, as if she had smelt it so many times before yet hadn't in a while. It was of a sourness and sweetness, such as Strawberries and Lemon. So fruity and entrapping, one she always wanted to smell.

Walking into the kitchen, Hayley stopped herself as she almost toppled into the back of someone. Furrowing her brows at the blonde hair she'd found herself memorizing, Hayley felt her cheeks subconsciously warm in embarrassment."Oh- uh...Morning Mazeki."

Using her hand to cover her mouth as she yawned, the Heretic turned around in a tired fashion to meet the very stiff standing werewolf.

Tiredly smiling at her, She gave Hayley a nod. "Good morning little Minx," Pulling her mug of coffee to her lips, She backed up farther into the kitchen."Pancakes, or French toast?"

Eyes widening, Hayley put up her hands in a slow down gesture as she walked closer."Oh I really don't need you to make me breakfast. like really don't need you too." The wolf awkwardly put, Finding herself on edge in the woman's presence.

Despite her help and joking fashion, their was an inkling stuck in Hayley's mind that she was just as distrustful as Klaus. Having accused her of theft only after one encounter, and then to disappear after being called to help.

Shrugging, Mazeki turned to the fridge and opened it up in search of eggs. "I'm not, I'm making your child- my niece or nephew- breakfast. It is preferable that it isn't something you repulse." Turning over her shoulder, she arched a brow at the brunette."Now Pancakes, or French Toast?"

"French Toast..." the pregnant wolf muttered, growing uneasy at the warm feeling in her chest and the feeling of her inner wolf relaxing at Mazeki's voice.

"Perfect, now sit."

It was silent in the next moments, the only sound being Mazeki's feet as the sleepily dragged against the ground while searching for the ingredients she needed for her egg wash. It was certainly a sight to see a Mikaelson doing such a mundane task. Cooking.

Hayley was so drawn in with the blondes movements, she completely forgot who it was she was staring at. Or the fact that someone new had clearly entered the room during Mazeki's preparations.

"Good morning." Elijah greeted them both, snapping Hayley from her trance as she shot up straight as if being caught.

The heretic however tensed up at her brothers voice, A habit Hayley had noticed from the previous evening.

"Brother." Her voice was flat.

"Sister." His was warm, loving.

Looking between them both, Hayley swallowed thickly. "Morning." She attempted for the new face, worried it was she making them so off.

"You know I am happy to see you in one piece, I was rather close to thinking I'd find you cursed when I woke." Elijah pointed out, pushing off the door post to walk farther into the kitchen, his eyes clearly moved to his sister as he spoke.

His eyes were unlike hers, a deep whiskey colour that contrasted with her. They were warm, the love for his sister seen despite her not acknowledging it. Only making Hayley believe that who was truly at fault for this all must be Mazeki.