ミ★ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a sarcastic blonde whose haunted by the dead meets a boy with a perfect smile, who just so happens to be haunted by his past?
Will they be able to keep one another at arms length or will they be each others undoing?
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➤ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧
"𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀" A CALM VOICE SPOKE, SOFT AS VELVET. A woman draped in purple silk stared out into the horizon, admiring the view. And truly, it was gorgeous. Her bare feet graced the rich grass, wild trees surrding her, with bright shades of blue in their flowers.
It was magical, a true dream. But, as the woman called out to her, only then could Cordelia move. Slowly, shifting her way through the shadows, and there it was. Once again, the girl couldn't quite believe it. There stood the woman with all the answers, so delicately kneeling down to a decaying flower.
For a moment her steps came to a halt, as she spun in her place. "I'm dreaming" Cordelia stated, her bewildered gaze slipping around her. After all her begging, the young Salvatore couldn't quite believe it.
"I heard your wishes, Cordelia. You wanted to speak, so here we are" she simply smiled, before returning her gaze back to the colourless flower. Without saying a word, the woman moved her hands to cradle the plant. Letting out a deep breath, she only smiled down at it, watching. Cordelia wasn't sure why, maybe the woman in white had lost her marbles?
And then finally, Thalia let go of the flower, but unlike before it didn't share Elena's death wish. No, it flourished, right in front of Cordelia's very eyes. Almost as if Thalia had brought it back to life.
"Did you just resuscitate a plant?" Cordelia questioned, taking a small step towards the flower as if that could prove anything. Was Thaila Jesus incarcerated?
The woman let out a hushed laugh, "I did tell you we can do much more then you'd like to think, darling" she shared, pushing herself up. Slowly dragging a delicate hand down her silk dress, wiping away any lingering creases.
One word Cordelia would describe Thalia as would be angelic. In all senses of the word, the way she spoke so softly, to the way she held herself - with so much grace and dignity that it even made the most sarcastic people think twice before they spoke. "I can do that?" A shocked Cordelia questioned, mouth agape. She could be Jesus too?
"With time, yes" Thalia promised, she took note of Cordelia's change in attitude. She seemed much more open than she had the last time Thalia had attempted to speak to her. Then as her gaze fell down Cordelia, her once soft features, twisted. A sour look resting on her face, "if you took off that god forsaken thing" she muttered, as her eyes stayed glued to the necklace that laced Cordelia's neck. The very thing that made it all stop.
And there it was. Even in her dreams Cordelia couldn't escape a lecture. It was her face, it just made her seem like she needed a constant humbling - it had to be. Puffing out her cheeks, "yeah, no. This is the only thing that's stopping me from getting chucked in a metal insulation" Cordelia objected, shaking her head.
