Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

2.3

Mazeki's Apartment, Day

BEAMS of sunlight broke through the small space between the curtains, creating a small line across Davina's Sleeping figure. Small snores past her lips as her chest rose and fell in soft thuds.

Mazeki leaned at the open door way, a mug in her hand as she watched the girl in such peace. It was calming, being able to know exactly where and how safe a person was. No worry to be had as you were able to see them so clearly.

Bringing the dark bitter liquid to her lips, Mazeki shut her eyes with a small smile. She hadn't been this at ease since the last morning before she left Mystic Falls.

Elena had been tucked away safely in her arms, her head rested right above Mazeki's heart. The air was tranquil around them, and a soft melody had been playing from the radio the Blonde left on.

It was simple and yet it was also the last time Mazeki recalled pure ease within herself and the world.

And yet her she was, ignoring the very woman who gave her that in the name of her Mate that wasn't even aware of their bond. She made- questionable decisions she supposed.

The snores slowly turned into small whimpers, as Davina turned in the bed. Her eyes squeezed tighter and her fingers grasped tightly onto the bed sheets. "No...no- please. Please."

The blonde walked into the room, setting her mug down on top of the bare dresser in the room. Walking over to the bed she crouched down beside it, resting her face on her balled fists.

The teenager continued to stir, her heart beat becoming erratic and a thin layer of sweat coaxing her forehead. "Don't- please... No!" She screamed, shooting up in bed as she looked around frantically.

"You alright there Darling?" Mazeki wondered with a honeyed tone, a smile on her lips as she watched the girl looked towards her quickly. Clearly embarrassed. "Bad dream?"

Trying to catch her breath, Davina sat up fully as she brushed her hair out of her face. "W-what was that? It was- I mean I was- there was..."

"It was death, you were reliving death, both your own and the boy that died for you." Mazeki explained in a brief manner, standing up only so she could sit on the edge of the teens bed. "My brother used to explain as though it were guilt. It ate away at him until there was nothing left to eat at."

"Your brother, he went through this?" Davina wondered.

Humming, Mazeki reached over to move Davina's hair behind her shoulder. "I brought Elijah back from the dead when we were children. Unintentionally of course."

"You did that... when you were a kid?"

"Rather impressive aren't I." She smiled, tilting her head. "Perhaps you'd enjoy breakfast, I could make you something if you'd like."

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Mikaelson Compound, Day

DAISY'S were in season, a fact that Davina had made quite clear she was abundantly happy about. Having gone on about what a beautiful and simple flower they were. It was no surprise that by the end of their walk, Mazeki had purchased her a beautiful bouquet.