Consumed; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

3.2

Mikaelson Compound, Evening

A SMILE adorned the darkly lit face of Mazeki Mikaelson, as she looked at her pregnant Mate, who accepted her offered hand upon exiting the Heretic's bedroom. Both women couldn't help the way they forgot of everyone else just downstairs, or the way they immediately grew giddy at the touch of the other.

Instead they both chose to relish in it, Hayley accepted the fact that she could at least feel like a princess for a few moments in Mazeki's hold. As for the Heretic, she accepted the fact that holding Hayley wouldn't kill either of them, it truly would sustain them.

The blonde Mikaelson woman rested her hand along the small of Hayley's back, as her other hand reached up to wrap gently around the brunettes wrist. Hayley smiled as she pressed one of her hands on Mazeki's shoulder, while the other reached around to the back of her neck.

The two ushered into a slow dance, not attempting anymore within Hayley pregnant state. It was gentle, a fact Hayley was still growing use to within the presence of Mikaelson's, however did enjoy on the face of the Blonde female.

"You do look beautiful in that dress, have I mentioned?" Mazeki complimented, her Voice gentle as she let her eyes look down and over Hayley's frame.

The werewolf melted inside at those words, her heart feeling as though it could beat out of her chest. Of course it wasn't even the most creative compliment, yet it still made the girl gush at hearing it. "Better view of it upright, hm?"

"You looked beautiful in it laid next to me, but the lighting didn't do you Justice."

There it was again, an extremely simple and polite comment really, yet it made the werewolf's heart bleed.

She went to respond, however got distracted by the sounds of loud commotion coming from the far end of the hall. Arching a brow, Hayley turned back to the blonde. "Whats happening?"

"I don't know," Mazeki narrowed her eyes, unlatching herself from the brunette, and quickly marching off down the hall with the werewolf quick on her heels. "One time I get you to myself, and something comes in between us. How very fucking predictable." She grumbled lowly.

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Mazeki's Apartment, Dusk

TRUTH be told, Mazeki struggled to sleep, even as a child. To much wired her mind, to many plans or thoughts that wouldn't let her sleep, it was only when Elijah or Finn would enviably find her curled up by the burnt out fire in the den, that she'd be ushered back into her room. They'd sit and talk her through each and every thought, until she was to tired from talking that she couldn't form words.

It was one of the few things she missed from being human, the tiredness that came after a stressful day, or the complete exhaustion after chores were finished. It made everything all the more rewarding. She supposed it was one of the reasons she restrained from feeding, the want for some exhaustion in her life.

The blonde Mikaelson sat on her bed, the lamp on her left being the only way to light the room as she sat upright with all of her grimoire's displayed over the bed. A small brown notebook sat in her arms as she attempted to pick through the books for something helpful in bringing her brothers back.