Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

2.8

Deep Bayou, late Morning

HANDS clasped tightly together, two souls stayed the same as one another. Silenced by the comfort of the other, no words needed to explain the feeling between them. It was perfectly sound, one they both understood but hid from.

They didn't dare trade glances, didn't try and pull one another closer or push each other farther away. They remained in a consuming trance of the warmth the spread from their joined fingers. Such a feather like touch, and yet it kept both souls in a locked form.

Hayley often wondered what her prince would be like when she was a child, left alone from her parents and put into foster care often left her child mind to believe she'd be a princess. Every princess was neglected for some time, and then they'd find their saviour and they'd get a castle and a happy ever after.

However she no longer believed in happy ever afters, not after this. She was given a child, by the all mighty hybrid. And now she was terrified that she was slowly becoming consumed by Mazeki. She was like an addict that didn't understand what they were addicted too.

Every glance.

Every touch.

Every breath.

Everything she did absolutely controlled the pregnant werewolf, everything she shared earned Hayley's favour or forgiveness. It was like she was riding a high after every interaction, sailing out the feeling of knowing she was looking at Hayley.

She hesitantly moved her eyes slowly, careful to make sure she didn't look fast enough that she was caught. It was innocent, an innocent look at the woman that was going to be an aunt to her child. Or at least that's what she convinced herself.

However, looking at how her hair was pinned back into a untouched braid, and her jaw clenched even now that they walked in silence. Hayley felt something she didn't wish she felt for the woman, pity. The blonde Mikaelson despite every inclination was utterly alone, so much she had to kidnap Hayley just to not walk alone.

Mazeki's reality was far sadder then Hayley had ever thought to consider, a life of survival and hate for those that lived just as long as she. She was in a long standing trance, one forcing her into her primary survival state.

Hayley felt like she had been caught as Mazeki's eyes wandered off to the side and met her own, an unknown look in them as she gave the wolf a delicate grin. So pinched at the sides, so opposite the eyes, anyone could catch that it wasn't real.

However Hayley smiled back anyways, a small upturn in hopes of showing some sort of fake comfort to the unpredictable woman she walked with.

As to not make it awkward, Hayley removed her sight from the heretic and instead to the many trees that surrounded the beaten path they were walking. Her eyes took in every dent of the bark, and every stick the wandered off in to branches.

And then the symbols. The ones that were carved into the wood messily with some sort of knife, marking the wood for direction. It wasn't clear, the lines to basic to know fully what she was looking at.

But perhaps, an A with... a stick through it?

The werewolf hadn't even felt Mazeki stop, causing her to tug on the blondes arm as she tried to continue with finding the next marking on a tree. However at the strength of the Mikaelson's grip, Hayley turned around only to find Mazeki looking around cowardly.

"Here... we are here." She whispered, her voice almost failing her as Hayley strained to listen.

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