KLASMA: worth fighting for

She burned some sage and slowly moved her arms, following her own rhythm to trace an arabesque with the smoke. She closed her eyes and quietly hummed. it was a prayer to the goddess Hecate to ask for her guidance and protection.  She needed clarity after a fog had clouded her mind for weeks. She needed to find her peace of mind. The witch was upset, far more than she was willing to admit. She wanted more from her life than just purely existing but what could she do about it? It wasn't the physical pain that bothered her the most, she could manage it, she could soothe it, she could find ways around it. No, what bothered her the most was the forced solitude. She craved company, she craved conversations, laughter, and touch. She needed to talk to people and build meaningful relationships but her curse made it impossible. Elijah was the exception and she suspected that perhaps, the originals were immune to her curse. 

Wouldn't it be rich if the ones responsible for her curse were also immune to it? Her supreme was cruel when she designed that curse, she knew that the Originals were the most selfish creatures on Earth. She knew that the Cursed One would never be able to form meaningful relations with them. They would never see her for who she really was. They would never care for her the way she would want them to. She learned her lesson with Elijah. He used her for her power, nothing more and nothing less. He always came to her when he needed her help and always left as soon as she served him well. What type of relationship was that, if not one of servitude? She knew it, deep down, that he only cared for her because she was of use... but what would happen once Elijah found another powerful asset? He would leave. He would simply just leave and she would be on her own once again.  Perhaps that was why she kept helping him, so he could come back to her and they could banter. Perhaps she couldn't help but need to listen to his voice, to have him pull her into a hug when she felt desperate. Perhaps, she just needed someone who knew her before she turned into the Cursed One. She needed someone who knew her and who wanted to see her. 

The sage calmed the witch who kept dancing. She was lost in the frenzy of her dance for it helped her forget the world around her. it helped her forget the pain that had squeezed her heart and the fear that had crept into her brain. It cleansed her mind from the nightmares that had plagued her nights.  Slowly but surely, her goddess answered her prayer. Gone were the clouds from her mind, only a blue sky remained as the witch knew what she wanted. She wanted a life with Klaus and she knew deep down that their bond was true. She knew she wanted to be with him and to make it happen, she had to prepare for a path made of heartbreaks, tears, and frustration. She knew she would have to be strong. She knew she would have to endure... but the reward was worth it. Klaus was worth fighting for.