𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊, Amaryllis could only mentally blame herself for getting into this miraculous situation, she'd poked the bull the moment she started even wondering about the original.
However, she never thought she'd even be near Elijah Mikaelson again, let alone with barely any room between them as his soft large hands, which he'd barely managed to wipe before gently laying them on her skin, caressed her face.
It was clear that everything had already passed the line of manageable on Amaryllis's behalf when she started listening to and allied herself with someone as useless as Elena, or someone as egotistically dense as Damon.
Although as she now stood in the arms of the original, Amaryllis could only glance over at the three of the remaining people in the room, none of which moved in the slightest attempt to stop the original.
"Uhm." Amaryllis couldn't help but breathe out not knowing what exactly to say at this moment, however, her voice seemed to break everyone out of their stupor a bit.
Rose let out a small gasp as she looked the pair up and down, hesitant to move as she raised her hand to her lips, before ultimately making what she believed to be the smarter choice.
The centuries-old vampire quickly dashed from the room and apartment using her vampiric speed, no longer taking the time to hesitate in front of the original instead once again deserting.
