The Witch had always wanted to share Yule with someone, anyone, but she couldn't do so due to the nature of her curse. She was bound to celebrate the holiday on her own and had done so for centuries now. When she arrived at Mystic Falls, she had hopes that maybe this time would be different because of the sheer number of supernatural creatures there. She couldn't be more wrong and had to endure her loneliness even more and it felt even worse because she was surrounded by people and still felt alone. Still, she prayed to the goddess Hecate to grant her companionship, even if it was short-lived. She wanted to spend at least one yule with someone, showcase her magic, and speak about the bond she shared with the goddess and her ancestors. She wanted to spend the holiday with someone... anyone... even if that was an enemy.
The goddess and her ancestors sometimes worked in mysterious ways for she met a man who used to be an enemy of hers and to whom she became close. Klaus Mikaelson, the Hybrid who slaughtered her entire family centuries ago was now an uncanny companion. They had not spent enough time for her to share her deepest fears and issues and for him to open up to her completely. They trusted each other enough to know that they would save their lives, but the heart? that was another matter. The cursed witch noticed that ever since she had met him, she had been able to have some intimacy with him. She had been able to share a drink and have a full conversation with him, She laughed and cried with him and they touched. Oh, they did touch and the witch wanted more of it, more of him, more of his touch and his voice and his presence. She wished that they would be able to share Yule together and then she would feel the happiest she's ever been because someone, at long last, someone was there with her. There was always a risk to give so much hope when there was so much uncertainty but the witch was ready. She had to be brave. She had to try.
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