Klasma: Let your pain out.

Klasma: Let your pain out. 

"I see you fancied a bath. I thought you wanted a quick shower, love."

"I decided against it because I need more time to think something over." She sighed and ran her hand through her wet locks. Her golden eyes stared at the hybrid that was standing at the bathroom door.  "Care to join me?" -She added with a wiggle of her brows-

"I would, but I have already showered this morning," he teased her. She pouted a little and shrugged her shoulders. "But I can keep you company if you want me to."

"I would love that. Maybe you could help me sort some things out." -He lifted a brow and walked into the bathroom. He leaned against the sink and crossed his arms above his chest-

He noticed her sudden change of behaviour. Nëela had been more distracted than usual. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but she was caught up in her feelings and was more guarded than usual. He was glad that she didn't resist him and admitted the truth about how she felt. This way, they could have the conversation that should have happened earlier. Klaus braced himself for what she was going to say.  He set his blue eyes on her frame, watched as she moved around her bath to be able to lean her arms on the bathtub and rest her chin on top of the back of her hands.

"I don't know why it came to my mind, but I thought about the times I have been discovered as a witch."

"How did you react when that happened?" -She shrugged and pinched her lips together-

"Usually... I would have to fight them and I would have to kill them."

"Usually? When was that not the case?"

Klaus could understand why she would have to kill those who discovered her true identity. Humans didn't take too kindly to the truth about supernatural creatures. Their reaction would always be to try to destroy what they feared. He experienced it himself, the sight of pure horror from humans who learned he was a hybrid. Their superstitious fears and misunderstanding of the supernatural world always led to death and destruction. However, what surprised him was that there were instances of her sparing the lives of those who knew her true nature.  He cocked his head to the side so he could have a good look at her.

"Once, I was discovered by a 5-year-old boy. I'm not a child-killer, so I cast a spell on him to make him forget what he had just seen. "

Understandable. While Klaus didn't distinguish between friends, foes, and innocent people when he was going on a rampage, he still wouldn't attack children when he was fully conscious of what he was doing. He assumed that his witch would feel the same, perhaps even better than he, since he couldn't fathom the idea that she might have gone on rampages herself. That was part of her that Nëela kept buried deep inside her. She refused to remember what happened when she went on a rampage. She refused to even acknowledge that she went on rampages. It was bound to happen after spending centuries on her own; the witch ought to lose her mind at least once. It lasted a while, enough for her to leave a trail of bodies behind her. Enough for her to become a boogyman, enough for her... to scar the country. She knew, deep down, that during that time, innocent people, including children, fell prey to her attacks. 

"Understandable. Merciful even." -he paused for a second- "And what was the other time you didn't kill the witness?"

"A 1500-year-old werewolf. He only goes by Julius, so I can only refer to him as Julius." She bit her bottom lip and looked up at Klaus' face- "We were in the sixties, and I needed a place to stay. I needed stability, but I was very wary of the people who wanted to get close to me.  I had a shop at the time, a bakery, because I didn't want to raise suspicion about being a witch. He walked into my shop and he told me point-blank that he knew I was a witch. He could smell it on me. That was how I knew he was also a supernatural creature. He... convinced me to join his pack, not as a werewolf, but as myself. He sold me a dream. A dream of a community, of a place I could call home, and he didn't seem to be affected by my curse.  I believed him. I believed his lies, and ultimately, I realized that it was all a lie."

"Did you and that Julius...."

"Have a relationship? No. It was never about it, at least not for me. I wanted a family, and I thought I had found one with him and his pack. I was mesmerized by that older being who experienced life as I had never known it. They all seemed to welcome me, and I really wanted to believe it. It worked for years until one day, I walked into a conversation I shouldn't have heard. He was talking to his right-hand man about me, and I heard the bitter truth. He didn't care about me. He cared about my power. He wanted to use me. He wanted me to fight his wars for him. He saw me as a weapon and not a person, and I think the worst of it all was that I heard how much I disgusted him. He despised me. I was wretched, a witch, and everyone followed his orders. They all wanted me dead, but I was so useful to them that they agreed to pretend they cared for me."

Klaus could smell it, the distinctive saline scent of unshed tears. It hit his nostrils like a truck, and he realized that the witch was about to cry. It hurt her something fierce, and her voice betrayed her emotions. he could see that she genuinely believed that Julius guy was a friend and that she had found her family, but it was all an act to lure her into doing their bidding. She was nothing but a pawn, much like Elijah thought of her.  He moved from the sink and knelt before the bathtub, so they could see eye to eye. The witch's lips trembled, and she ended up crying. He hated the sight of her tears. He hated the wet sound that came out of her lips. He hated to see her pain. So the hybrid cupped her cheeks with both hands and stroked her soft skin with his thumbs. She was still crying and bit back her sobs, but he softly shushed her. 

"Come on. Let it go."

"I don't want to.... I don't wa---" -She sobbed and he stroked her cheek more tenderly - "Klaus....."- She begged, scared of being unable to stop herself if she gave in to her tears.-

He had rarely seen her cry, but he knew that she needed to let go. He usually wouldn't have cared for tears, and in the past, he didn't care about hers. These days things were different. Klaus cared for the witch, and he wanted to help her. He knew that because of her curse, if she let herself completely feel it, she would be in excruciating pain. He understood her reluctance to dive into those emotions and feel the full extent of them, but it was necessary. She had to cry.  He pressed a soft kiss to her lips and then wrapped his powerful arms around her shoulders.  He would keep her in that tight embrace for as long as she wanted, regardless of how wet he ended up being. Regardless of what he would witness. She would suffer, but he would be there the whole time. That hug managed to help the witch feel safe because Klaus created a safe place for her -in the warmth of his arms and embrace-. With trembling lips, she whispered, "Please don't let go of me..." -To which he replied - "I don't intend to." Reassured about his presence in this room, Nëela finally allowed herself to give in to her pain. 

The sight was unsettling, to say the least. She cried an ugly cry with snot and all, held onto his shirt as hard as she could, and painfully said his name as pain was overwhelming her. He could feel the spasm of her body as it was shaking uncontrollably. He could feel the muscles tense, her fingers clench and unclench, and her heart race against her ribcage. He could feel the distress her body was in, far worse than what he had witnessed before. She wailed and groaned. She apologized to him for what he was witnessing. For her snot, for her blood, that came out of her nose, for her tears, and the spasms she couldn't control. It was so much... too much for her to handle, and while he tried to comfort her the best he could, he realized now the scope of her curse. He realized the pain she tried to drown with acts of service, alcohol, or even sex. He realized that she was trying to save face most of the time and that she was desperate for contact, for something good to balance out the bad. He held onto her, never thinking twice about releasing his hold on her shaking frame, not even after she passed out because of the pain. He simply cradled her head and planted kisses on her forehead until her shaking subsided and ended. Then, he moved her out of the bath, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around her frame before he grabbed another towel to dry most of her body. He took her to bed and sat on it, placed her body against his frame, and held onto her until she woke up. He didn't want to let go, and he wouldn't let go, not now, not ever. 

-TBC-

OC questionnaire III: Neela edition

Community and Relationships

Does your character prefer company or solitude when sick? Company (she's touch-deprived)

What is your character's favorite kind of social event? Balls

How comfortable would your character be singing and dancing in front of others? She's alright.

Is your character upfront about their feelings? Yes. Her curse makes it so.

Who would your character first seek if they needed medical help? Klaus, Freyja.

How willing would your character be to go to a party with people they don't know? Very willing.

Who is your character most honest with? Klaus

How likely is it for your character to initiate a friendship? She would initiate things. She needs friends.

Where is your character's comfort place? In Klaus' arms.

Is there a habit your character has that they learned from someone else?  No.

How would your character react to being put in a position of leadership? She doesn't want to lead.

Would your character be good at providing medical assistance? Yes, she is a witch.

Who would your character say knows them best? Elijah

Is there a person your character would turn to for backup in a fight? klaus.

How well does your character work with others?  She's trying to get used to it. 

What is your character's favorite form of affection? She loves holding hands.

Does your character enjoy celebrating holidays? Yes, and all of them. 

What would it take for your character to get into a fight? Take her hybrid from her. 

OC questionnaire : Neela edition

GENERAL

Name: Nëela Olusegun

Alias(es): The Cursed Witch

Age: 825

Place of birth:  Somewhere in Africa.

Spoken languages: English, Spanish, German, and French

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual

FAVOURITE

Colour: Red

Entertainment: dancing, gardening, cooking.

Food: Cheese, curated meat, and butter.

Drink: Beer, wine.  

Books: Poems, history books, spellbooks, cooking books

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Yes. 

Had sex: yes!!! 

Had sex in public: No. 

Gotten tattoos: No

Gotten piercings: Only her ears are pierced.

Had a broken heart: yes

Been in love: Several times, but with Klaus, it is an eternal love.

ARE THEY

A cuddler: Yes!

Scared easily: No. 

Jealous easily: No.

Trustworthy: Absolutely!

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Deceased. Klaus killed them in a rampage.

Sibling(s) In-law: Kol Mikaelson, alive. Rebekah Mikaelson, alive. Elijah Mikaelson, alive. Freyja Mikaelson, alive. Finn Mikaelson, deceased. Henrik Mikaelson, deceased.

Parents: Deceased, killed by Klaus.

Parents In-laws: Ansel, deceased. Esther, deceased. 

Children: None.

And that’s all folks! 

Klasma: All eyes on him

 New Orleans, Ballroom: 

Klaus and his witch enjoyed masquerade balls. It allowed them to dress up and look their best for the night. It also was an opportunity for them to dance that night without being worried about their enemies. That evening was hotter than usual and the room was crowded, more than anticipated as the evening was quite a successful one. The cursed witch came, dressed in a silver gown that looked like a flower. her hair was masterfully tied in a tight bun and she had silver heels at her feet. She looked exquisite that night and so did Klaus Mikaelson. He made sure to dress his best that night, wearing a three-piece tuxedo with white gloves and leather shoes. He had slicked his hair back, giving him a timeless look that matched the timeless beauty of his partner. 

For a brief moment, they were separated so Klaus could fetch a drink to his date. A couple came to her, complimenting her looks and beauty and that of her partner of the night. She politely entertained the conversation but her eyes were distracted and she glanced at Klaus. She saw how people were looking at him, with envy and desire, and that made her smile to herself. The Mikaelson was indeed a handsome man, perfect in every way, and the object of affection (and hatred) of so many people she lost count. Just when Klaus had grabbed two glasses of champagne, he lifted his head and met with her gaze. Time froze at this moment and everyone around them disappeared from her sight. There only was Klaus, with his little smirk and his intense blue eyes. He could feel her heartbeats go faster and her cheeks burn because blood was rushing there. She was blushing, at a loss of words upon seeing Klaus. 

She mind-absently replied to the couple who tried to have a conversation with her, as her golden gaze set upon the hybrid. He lifted one glass as if he was toasting with her from a distance and she nodded slowly. He noticed the change in her breathing, the fact she had to breathe harder and faster only told him that she was slowly getting worked up by the sight of him. It was carnal desire, a need that was growing so intensely that she wanted to push the people she was talking to to get closer to him.  It also was a desire to get closer to him, to have him stroke her cheek, nuzzle her neck with his nose, or just hold her tight. She wanted to make him smile, to gently wrap her arms around his frame, and to make out with him. She wanted to hold his hand and fall asleep on his chest.  

Her eyes grew wide when he sensually cleaned some of the champagne that had spilled. It was a simple gesture but it was enough to make her weak in the knees.  He always made her weak in the knees and the witch found herself just unable to look elsewhere. She decided to ditch the couple who were talking to her to join the hybrid. She couldn't handle being far away from him, especially not when he was looking so good. Klaus was magnetic and that night, he was even more than usual. All eyes were on him and he knew it. All eyes were on him and he loved it. 

-TBC-

klasma: Julius x Neela

Julius could still smell his witch on his hand. She might have left him and his werewolf pack, he knew that it was only a matter of time before they ran into each other again.  As a former roman general, Julius craved power more than anything. He resented being turned into a werewolf 2000 years ago, but he quickly learned to embrace his new condition. As a witch, she was extremely powerful, and while he lusted after her uncanny beauty and dreamed of the day he could make her his, it was her power that turned him on the most. 

The fact she needed him  was enticing because he could have complete control over her. The fact she listened to him and was impressed with his ancient knowledge and refined behaviour made him feel larger than life. Nëela was something he needed. She was something he desired and yet, she left. Her magic proved to be far stronger than any manipulation from him. Her determination to ensure her safety was stronger than any threat he could have delivered. She used her magic to bind him and mask her presence and after so long he couldn't find her. 

He could still smell his witch on his hand and he  wanted to take her back. He heard she was back in Mystic Falls but this time she wasn't travelling alone. There was the infamous Hybrid in her company but it didn't scare the werewolf. Why would he? He had crushed vampires with his bare hands in his life and he had destroyed werewolves as well. Why should he be worried about a hybrid? He hated the idea of another pair of hands touching his witch and another pair of lips whispering in her ear. He didn't want another one to control her power and he wanted to find her again, put his hands again on her, manipulate the witch again. he would find her. He would! 

Klasma headcanon: Marcel

Marcel doesn't understand the relationship the Mikaelsons have with Nëela. He doesn't understand why Elijah kept secret his relationship with a witch and kept her under his thumb for so many centuries without telling anyone. It's a bit hypocrite of him to think this way given what he did with Davina but Marcel is convinced that he was righteous in the way he handled /his/ witch instead of Elijah who had been secretive and hiding such a powerful weapon from the sight of his enemies. Another thing he has a hard time with, is the ease the Mikaelson had to welcome the witch. Well, obviously, not all of them are fond of her. Kol doesn't trust her for example and Rebekah is worried about her because she doesn't trust her brother to do the right thing. 

Marcel is worried because he believes that because of Klaus' personality, instead of keeping a powerful ally within the family, he would sabotage this relationship and turn her into a powerful enemy. He witnessed an angry outburst once and it was enough for him to realize just how dangerous she was. He compares her to a nuclear weapon which, in the wrong hands, could destroy the world. He fears that Klaus would end up ruining something good. Good? well, he spent a day with her when she was at New-Orleans and the two of them shared a beer. Back then, he didn't know her relationship with the Mikaelsons but he knew from the start that she was a supernatural creature -only later did he know she was a witch-. They got along well during their time together where he made her visit the supernatural New-Orleans but an incident between her and the vampires of his congregation revealed to him her curse as well as her power.

klasma: shorts

*He is so not impressed with the bullshit his brother is about to start. 

But deep down, he's also not very happy with his little witch not being under his thumb anymore. 

Now she's pissed AND she is Klaus' companion? How much of it is Klaus' machination and how much of it is genuine? 

Also, he knows he fucked up and she's not really interested in hearing him out.

For now....

Ah, Klaus... Why did you have to act like a little shit again?*

xxxx

"I'm not your gentle and kind little witch. No. I have anger issues, a curse that makes me feel a thousand deaths constantly, and immortality to top it off. Provoke at your own peril, my darling.

xxx

825 years of a cursed life.

An Original met, A hybrid found. 

825 years of a painful life.

Touch-deprived and alone.

825 years of constant renewal, 

Spring after Spring with no time to settle.

A life she needed to turn over.

xxxxx

She deflects a lot because she's unable to face her own feelings. When you want to dig deeper, she would always try to turn the focus back on you. She rarely faces her pain and would bury it in Hell if she could. She's a touch-deprived witch who would do anything to find a new home and people who could tolerate her if they can't love her and when she's attached? She's unable to sever the connection, no matter how bad they treat her."

xxx

His words cut deep, deeper than a knife as it cut through her soul. She was used to it, hell, after 825 years she should be. She was used to having venom thrown at her face, to watch hatred in other people's faces. She was used to being pushed away and rejected just for existing. Sometimes, Neela liked to think that it was due to her curse. After all, her coven made sure that no one, nothing on Earth would embrace her. 

Still… another part of her believed that it was because of  /her/. They rejected /her/ because of who she was, what she did… her personality. So when Klaus spoke his venom, part of Nëela took it personally because she believed it.  She believed him.

xxxx

"Don't talk to me about /pain/ when you haven't walked a mile in my shoes. if you want to become a martyr so much, please take all of my pain and put it inside you. Asshole!"

xxx

Not a care in the world, at least for the day. 

My prayers to Hecate were answered and she gave me clarity. 

I do not fear what's to come, I do however brace myself for it. 

But I want to live. I want to live. So I will fight tooth and nail for it.

xxx

Spring is finally here! And with it here I am. I can't wait to wear brighter colors and gorge myself in the sunshine. I can't wait to bask in the warmth of the sun and have you paint me. Would you like it? for me to model for you? I certainly hope so!

xxx

And I would ink your name on my skin as if I was saying a prayer to the sky. I chose you, Klaus. Despite everything, every odds against us. Despite our violent pasts and the pain you caused me all those centuries ago. I forgave you. I understand now your state of mind and the reasons that put you on my path. I understand now, how the world is....how much it eats at us. how much it made you suffer. I understand now... why we had to meet. Why I had to find you. Why I fell in love with you. I would ink your name on my skin as if it was a prayer to my goddess, so she could look after you, so she could protect you... so she could protect my heart for you are my home. You are everything to me.

xxxx

Now isn't the time for misery and petty feelings. Summer is upon us and alongside the warmth of the sun, I intend to appreciate each and every moment of joy from now on. It does help that Klaus accepted me as a companion. It does help, indeed!

xxx

We shed the husk of our past selves and welcome the new year with a brand new skin. I can't wait to see what next year has in store for us."

xxx

"Magic has nothing to do with spells and fancy trinkets. It has everything to do with your connection to mother Nature and to your patron saint. I am connected to Hecate, and I am one with nature, regardless of what the rest of my sisters think or not."

xxx

"Magic is not for the faint of hearts. When you practice it at the level I do, you become one with it both in body and in mind.

I always say that I am a healer, and this is true.

However, you wouldn't want to meet me when I am angry. You wouldn't want to face me when I target you because I promise you that when I am done with you, your soul will be begging for complete annihilation."

xxx

Like a Rose, I have thorns. I have always made sure to hurt whoever tried to touch me. I warned you that I would hurt you if you got closer but you didn't care. you held me tight, despite the thorns tearing your skin apart. You held me despite the thorns... You held me and you never let go."

Klasma: There was nothing left

The witch was standing still,  eyes wide open and heart beating fast against her ribcage. There was a mess on the floor, books and pieces of furniture torn apart, a fire started on the carpet but was quickly snuffed by the witch. Glass from a mirror was shattered and paintings were lying on the floor. She was bleeding from the cuts on her hands and her face because of the glass. It didn't matter to her. She could barely hear her own heartbeats and she could barely see anything because of her blurred vision. They argued they fought... and all that was left was a messed-up room and a witch standing in the middle of it, stunned... shocked....scared. 

She wasn't sure about something Klaus said, but maybe he mentioned leaving her. He mentioned that her companionship was dreadful and he couldn't have it anymore. Was he sincere? Was he just fucking with her? She didn't know, she wasn't sure anymore. All she could say was that they argued, they were mean to each other, he lashed out and she did too. Her anger took the best of her and now he was gone and Nëela wasn't sure about where he went. He made it clear that he didn't want to see her and she couldn't feel him in the house anymore. It was the first time he actually chose to leave her after an argument and the witch didn't know what to do. All she could think about was how painful that was, to be left, to be reviled...Her feelings for Klaus were true and intense at that point. She accepted the fact she was in love with him and she didn't want to be alone ever again. 

Yet she was. 

He left. 

Her heart was beating so hard against her ribcage that it was starting to hurt. She could feel her heartbreak by the second as she realized that Klaus had rejected her. It was her fault, no matter what he said that set her off, it was her fault. She couldn't take that thought off of her mind as she looked around her and saw the destruction she caused. The house was her and she was the house, broken, alone, helpless. It would have been difficult for the witch, to actually form a coherent thought. Her soul was scattered in each fragment of furniture and glass and paper on the floor. She screamed, her first actual reaction before Nëela just fell to the floor. She gathered some strength to sit on her heels but as soon as she did, the witch wailed her heart out.  Her curse was definitely unbreakable. Klaus seemed to be out of the curse's reach but it just took longer to get there. She heard the voices of the dead witches in her head, mocking her, tearing her confidence apart as they pointed out how even the worst of them all "Niklaus Mikaelson" couldn't even stand her.  That made her scream again and cry until they dried. There was nothing left... nothing... No one.

-TBC-

Klasma: freya and Nëela girls talk.

Klasma: Girls talk

// Had this little convo in mind. I think Freya would be the biggest supporter of Nëela and Klaus. I love how she points Elijah in the right direction and if he reconciles with our witch, then you can thank Freya for this. 

xxxxx

"What are you doing here Freya?" -Asked the witch behind the half-opened door. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a large t-shirt-

"I wanted to know how you were doing" -She said with a slight smile on his lips. She knew she'd be mad and she was right to be.-

"I said I didn't want to talk to any of you.  Are you kidding me, right now?" -She angrily said, tilting her head to the side and staring at her with her gleaming  golden eyes-

Freya looked at her and nodded quietly. Yes, moments ago Nëela ran to her bedroom at the mansion and screamed that she didn't want to talk to any of them. Freya watched her brother Klaus leave the mansion with haste and it didn't take her a long time to figure out that they had a fight. Klaus fought with everyone and it wouldn't be a surprise that he touched a nerve or two. Usually, they would let him throw his tantrum and let him sulk for a day or thousands if he needed to before they found him again.  This time it was different. This time he argued with someone, not a Mikaelson and Freya decided she would check on her. 

"I...know that you don't want to but I thought that... maybe you need to vent to someone? You haven't had the chance to talk or to introduce yourself to us. So I figured why not? Why not come and talk to you?" -She admitted with an apologetic expression in her eyes-

"I thought that you didn't care that much about me. I have been here for a week or so and you didn't really try. So now... now... " -She ran her hand through her curly hair and softened her facial expression when Freya showed her a big paper bag.-

"I bought some beer, let me in? We won't talk about my brother, I promise." She lifted her brows and smirked softly. "Come on, Nëela! "

"..... Alright Freya, come in. I was about to watch a movie and eat some popcorn anyway." -She said while she opened the door. "Be my guest, I'm taking the popcorn"

She informed the Original as she stepped into the room. The blonde witch smiled as she glanced at the bedroom. It was quite homely, filled with plants, books, and parchments scattered on her bed.  The room was large enough to contain a large black leather couch and a medium-sized TV. The decoration was really simple.  Freya sat on the couch and put the beers at her feet. 

"I am exhausted... Do you know what I mean? Exhausted to be a witch and cursed" -Asked Nëela who was standing near her with a pop-corn-filled bowl.

"That I can relate to... I have always wanted to live a normal life. I wanted to grow old, to have a family... to experience life as I was supposed to. I was robbed of that choice...I had to watch the people I love grow old and die." -She said as Nëela sat next to her and put the bowl on her lap-

"The first century alive was difficult. I'm not saying it became easier with time, it's just... It became my new normal. Meeting people, loving them... losing them. I decided to live like a recluse. It was easier that way." -She said with a light smile-

"Yeah... Easier... Until it wasn't. I think I could have done better without being hunted down." -Freya took a few popcorn from the bowl- 

"Ah... Tell me about it. " -She said with a broken voice. - "I have a coven of witches after me... Have had them for centuries now." - She ran her hand through her curly hair.-

"Why?" -She asked, her blue eyes staring at her with a deep concern in her voice.-

 

"Why?.. I forgot that Elijah didn't tell you about me." -She ran her hand over her face and bit her forefinger as hard as she could.- "The first time I met Elijah, he saved me. I was about to be assaulted when he arrived and killed the man who was trying to rape me.  I... felt grateful for it, for him... so when he came back a couple of years later, I didn't think twice about helping him." -She shrugged and outstretched her hand- "Can I have a beer please?"

"I...Yes, of course! " Freya grabbed a beer and gave it to the witch who opened it and took a few sips.

"My coven didn't appreciate it. They fought that I committed treason because I helped our sworn enemies. I tried to defend myself. I told them about Elijah rescuing me and about our oath to protect Nature and all of its creatures. They didn't want to hear me. I didn't sway them. I was a traitor so I had to be punished."

"You didn't deserve this, Nëela. You helped someone who helped you. You did the right thing. You have principles and honor." Freya's eyes grew wide open as she noticed how sad Nëela was. She was still angry at her coven for cursing her, but deeper than the anger lay the heartbreak. Freya never had a coven but she could compare Nëela's feelings to the ones she had when it came to her own family. 

"Thank you. I knew I was taking a risk when I helped Elijah but he came to me because he needed my help. I couldn't deny him. He loved his family and that proved to me that he still had some humanity left inside. He wasn't the cookie-cutter monster my coven and most of the witches thought he was. I assumed that if he was still able to have feelings, positive feelings like love then maybe the rest of the family could be the same. " -She said as she leaned into the couch and took another sip of her beer.-

The TV was on, and a procedural was airing during their conversations. It helped fill their silence and offered a very welcomed distraction to the two women.  Silence settled between the two of them, a comfortable one where Nëela could lean her head against Freya's shoulder. 

"I survived for centuries... Upon meeting Klaus, I realized that I wanted to live. He can be a pain in the ass but I'm not going to give up on him, no matter how hard he pushes me away."

"He tends to be a cunt, whether he wants to or not. I'm sorry he's been one to you today. I overheard your arguments." -Freya took a few popcorn and chomped on them.-

"He was...I can't say it didn't hurt me." -She bit harder on her forefinger, almost drawing blood to her teeth- "It fucking tore my heart in pieces... But I just need some time to recover. I don't want to talk about Klaus right now, it's too raw, it's too painful."

"Yeah? We don't have to talk about him. Screw Klaus. I don't have a coven after me but you know you can always come to me if you need some help with them."

"I appreciate that. The same goes for you. Freya.. I heard you grew up isolated from your family. How was it to reconnect with them?"

"......" -Freya took a handful of popcorn and munched on them, stuffing her face as she didn't want to answer the question. "Truth be told, there are still moments I don't feel fully like I belong to the family."

"Yeah? So you're still struggling... I understand. I struggle to feel like I fit in. Elijah kept me a secret for so long that now... now... I feel like I'm imposing myself." She said, furrowing her brows. Nëela put the bowl on the wooden table near her side of the chair and crossed her arms over her chest.-

"Trust me, you're not. I actually like you around. You do have quite the temper don't you?"

"I'm angry, part of it comes from the curse... It fucking hurts, especially when I'm overwhelmed." -She said, tossing her hair on the right and pulling her legs up-

"And the second part?" -Freya lifted a brow-

"And the other part of me is dealing with anger issues. How could I not be angry? Between being punished for helping a Mikaelson, to being in constant pain every single day, and to meeting people who either hate me, fear me, or like me but die on me.... I honestly don't know how I can handle going on day by day! I am so fucking angry! So angry!!!" -She growled and hit on the leather couch-

"Hey! Hey... Nëela....it's okay. I understand! We all do. We do have anger issues in the family, don't we? So in a way, that makes you fit in even more." -She said taking another sip. It made the witch chuckle a little bit and she nodded-

"You're right... You're right... It's just... Like I said before, I am exhausted. so Exhausted..."

"Then I suggest we let you rest a little bit. I understand why you're upset with my brother. I told him to leave Klaus and you alone and give you the space to process everything" - She turned to look at the witch and gently put a hand on her shoulder.-

"Why are you so nice to me?"

" You saved Klaus... More than once. You saved him and you saved Rebekah and you always made sure that my family was safe. You didn't owe us anything and yet you helped us. I feel grateful for you..." -She said with a slight grin- "Besides, you're pretty cool and you can tell off my brother."

"Thank you. You're pretty cool too." -She said with a slight pout on her lips.- 

She wanted to thank her for her kindness. Freya was the first one to actually take some time to talk to her and try to get to know her better. That simple gesture made her feel less isolated and much more welcomed. For the first time in her life, she managed to forget about how painful her curse felt while talking so openly with Freya. For the first time in her life, she might just be making friends with a kindred spirit and it felt good. Yes, it did. 

Klasma: attempting to make her feel better -ElijahxNëela-

 "I don't matter."

Nëela's cracked voice echoed through the living room she and Elijah occupied. He had tried to rekindle his connection with her in a more controlled environement but she had given him the cold shoulder treatment. He understood her anger and acknowledged that he could have done better all those centuries ago but it irritated him to see such a drastic change in the way she behaved around him. The witch who once was bubbly and happy around him was now very cold and silent. She avoided him like a plague and while it annoyed the Original when she was confrontational, Elijah was starting to miss it. He was missing her. Her words felt like a punch in the gut and he furrowed his brows, ready to refute her claim. 

"Nonsense! You do matter."

"Oh... When I am useful to you, that is true." -She sarcastically pointed out. He snarled and cleared his throat.- "what is it? You don't like when I am dishing you some truths?"

"You can't say that you don't matter to me unless I need something from you."

She put the magazine she was reading on her lap and turned to face the Original who was sitting on the chair nearby. Her golden orbs stared at him with a hint of defiance and rage. She was hurt by his words, angry even and he realized that he might have said the wrong things. 

"Please, pray tell, what did you do to show me that I mattered to you?"

"I... visited."

"Only when you needed a spell or a potion or to save your family over and over again."

"I asked you how you were doing!" -He accused, his fists clenched. That made her shake her head and darkly chuckle.-

"Small talk, just to get me going! Elijah, you never really cared for me. If you did, you would have seen me more than on the occasional "I need your help" courtesy visit! You would have known what I like and what I don't like by now! You would have introduced me to your family!" -She accused, her forefinger pointed at him-

That....He couldn't justify hiding her existence to the rest of his family. Well, technically, the older vampire could have done it. It was best for the rest of them not to know about her life if he wanted to keep an asset in his pocket. He needed her to be safe and isolated from his family's shenanigans and various enemies. He needed her to remain a secret because once she wasn't, look what happened! Still, all of these would sound like excuses to her and he didn't want her to be more upset because of him. Elijah hated feeling like he failed something, he was not at ease sharing a house with someone who once was someone he cared about -with ulterior motives- and not be able to talk to her.  He didn't like to see the pain on her face, and for the first time since he met her, he genuinely hated to see her in pain. 

"I should have introduced you, I know I messed up and I apologize for keeping you a secret for so long."

"Damn right you should have! Do you know how it hurt me to hear that nobody in your freaking family knew who I was? I helped them several times and they didn't even know my name! I was nothing! I was nothing! To them! To you! To no one! I am nothing!" She raised her voice and the walls started to tremble. He saw the veins protuding on her hands and neck, he could see the strain on her face because she was literally in pain due to her anger and curse. 

"I never noticed you wanted a friend. I thought that seeing you from time to time was enough for us. I-- miscalculated." -She yelled at his words and started to sob. He stood up and tried to come closer to her but she put her hand before her, silently asking him to stop where he was- 

"I didn't want a friend! I needed a friend! I thought you were a friend, Elijah! I thought you considered me one to you. But you made me into a tool! a tool!  And now that I am close to Klaus, you want to get close to me again?? I felt indebted to you, Elijah, because you saved me... because you talked to me and you considered me as a person. You broke my heart! Fuck! You broke my heart!" She accused and stood up swiftly.- "I can't look at you right now! I have to go!" -She left the living room and Elijah didn't follow her because he felt that she didn't want to see him again.

At least she talked to him, didn't she? 

At least...

40 facts about Nëela Olusegun

40 FACTS ABOUT  NEELA OLESUGUN

A/N: All usual disclaimers!!!!!!! it's just for fun! Nëela belongs to me, always

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1. She has long forgotten her true name. She wouldn't even answer it if she was called that.

2. She is a powerful witch, far more powerful than she's given credit for. 

3. Nëela is connected to the goddess Hecate. Her magic is the most powerful when she's fully worshipping the goddess.

4. She also gets her powers from the thirty lives of the witches merged with hers.

5. Nëela is very blunt. She doesn't lie because holding onto her emotions would hurt her more than expressing them. So she doesn't hide lies and doesn't hold back.

6. Her scent is a pleasant reminder of dawn.

7. She's very aloof because the very nature of her curse makes it impossible for her to bond with others. Every time she tried, they always betrayed her, died because of her, turned on her, or feared her.

8. She considers herself a healer but she also has a darker side. when she's upset, angry, or vengeful, Nëela relishes the pain she inflicts on others.

9. Nëela lost her family to Klaus' murderous rampage. For a long time, she wanted revenge on him but her curse made her understand what he was going through.  She then decided to help him instead.

10. Elijah rescued her from a rape attempt. That is the origin of her bond with him.

11. Elijah is very upset that Klaus discovered his secret. He used to consider Nëela as a useful tool and an asset to keep close and monitor from a distance. Unfortunately, Klaus exposed him and severed Elijah's relationship with Nëela.

12. She is in love with Klaus Mikaelson.

13. Despite her disappointment and heartbreak over Elijah's true feelings about her (He never saw her as a friend and didn't even mention her existence to his siblings.), Nëela deeply cares about him and about his family. 

14. She dreams of living a quiet life, in a mansion where she would be Klaus' muse, eat cheese and drink wine. 

15. She has been extremely lonely and it has impacted her more than she lets on.

16.  Nëela still has a little savior complex. She needs to white-knight anyone she meets who needs help.

17. When she's in a vengeful mode she looks terrifying. Her eyes are glowing so brightly that they look like two golden pools of light. She sports a slasher smile and her voice is deeper.

18. Nëela is touch-deprived and is very much sensitive when it comes to touch.

19. She rarely apologizes, because she has a big ego. However, when she does it is serious business.

20. She's tried to stay away from others to protect them and to save her peace of mind but no matter what, Nëela needs company so she tried to befriend people. It always ended badly except with the Mikaelsons.

21. Her real hair color is black but she always dyes her hair pink to blend in. Turns out as time goes by, it would become her most defining feature.

22. Nëela has a familiar which is a cat. He doesn't appear much because he works better in the astral plane. 

23. She doesn't want to turn into a vampire. She wants to remain a human witch.

24. Upon being introduced to the Mikaelsons, she would get closer to Rebekah and Freya. Elijah would work hard on rekindling his relationship with her and Kol still keep his distance from her.

25. Nëela is fully aware of her sex appeal and would never hesitate to take advantage of it. 

26. She thinks women are beautiful, and attractive and probably had tried more than once to woo one.

27. Nëela is always seen brewing potions, learning spells, and training. She keeps herself sharp and ready.

28. She loves chocolate, it's literally what could buy you peace with her.

29. She is 825 years old and has been living a very long life

30. Nëela has a vintage beauty about her. She looks like one of those fine paintings women people revered in the past.

31. She can be very clingy when she cares about someone.

32. She used to be very cheerful and curious about the world. Since then, it has taken some work to bring that side of her out.

33. Nëela tends to lose control of her powers when she's feeling extremely good (during sex) and when she's angry. Usually, it's her telekinesis that takes over and she breaks furniture, breaks glass, and breaks anything that is in her way.

34. Nëela is terrified of being abandoned by Klaus. She finally has some company and she doesn't want to lose it. Besides, she is in love with him, so obviously, she doesn't want to lose him.

35. She is hunted down by a coven of rogue witches who seek her destruction and have been for centuries.

36. She tends to lose her trail of thoughts when she's distracted. Usually by something pleasant. She would not finish her sentence when she was feeling really good.

37. Nëela is badass. She went face to face against witches and werewolves/ hybrids who had kidnapped Klaus. She fought them, got injured, and kept going. She will stop at nothing until she gets what she wants. What's a little blood, after all? 

38. She dresses in jeans and t-shirts but she cleans up nicely when it's time to go on a date. Klaus has yet to see her dress to the nines.

39. It takes a long time for her to truly know how she feels. She is in love with Klaus but doesn't recognize it just yet. It will take her some time before she does but once she does she will not give up on those feelings.

40. She is rather blunt with what she thinks of others and doesn't hesitate to tell them exactly how it is. 

Klasma: wounded

I shouldn't believe your words, I know you spit them at me out of anguish and pain. 

I shouldn't take them personally, I know it, yet it hurts still and it hurts really badly. 

So I take the words as I would take the swords. I let you stab me with your truth.

I let you rip me apart limb by limb, I let you paint me with the darkest brush you have.

I let you pretend that I am the monster that preys on your suffering, 

A white knight who pretends she can help people when she's feasting on their pain.

I let you pretend that I am a monster who is looking for your downfall, waiting until you're weak enough.

I let you pretend that I don't care about you and that I am using you for what you can bring me. 

Power, is it? Fame, is it? Keep on finding new ways I could be using you, Klaus. 

I know you're used to others pretending they care because they need you. 

Truth be told, I do need you but not for something you can give me. I need you for you. 

I need you because I love you! yet I know that you won't believe me because why would I love you? 

What's there to love inside you? I watch you lie to yourself, convince yourself that you're unloveable.

When I know it's not the truth, how could it be since I fell in love with you? 

I shouldn't believe your words, I know you lash out at me out of anguish and pain. 

I know that you don't believe a word that you scream at me, but the truth is, It's hurting me. 

I cry before you, eliciting nothing but your contempt since you believe these tears are fake.

I hold back my sobs to save the last shred of my dignity but you mock me for it.

I stay when I should be leaving. I take the verbal beating you give me and I wait for the next one.

I'm pathetic, you're right about it, but I am because I know that patience is what you need.

Patience and understanding, are two things you've been deprived of since you became the hybrid.

Love and honesty, are two things you've been denied since you ceased to be a mere mortal.

I have them in abundance and I know that you need them, you deserve them... Still... I'm in pain. 

And who will comfort me? Who will care for my broken heart? Who will care for me? 

I take and I take and I take but even I can break but nothing hurts more than to see your cold face.

nothing hurts more than to hit the wall you've built around you when I need your warmth the most.

I guess I got what I deserved. 

I guess it's my tribute for what I've done to my coven.

I guess I just have to keep to myself and get on with it.

For I'd rather be in pain if that allows you to feel better. 

I guess...

Klasma: True about her feelings

She couldn't hide her emotions. It wasn't truly a matter of "not being able to" hide them.  Au contraire! She could but her curse made it more painful for her to keep those emotions in check. Not expressing those feelings felt like being stabbed. Her nerves were on fire, her veins protruded, and her heart started to beat faster and harder. She was in pain and the more she resisted, the more painful her body felt. 

So instead of hiding her feelings, she wore them on her sleeves. She expressed them regardless of how violent they were or how vulnerable she felt. because of that curse, Nëela decided to speak about her feelings. She decided to speak and lash out and cry if that was needed. She decided to be honest with herself and with the people she interacted with. Hence why Klaus knew she was sincere when she said she wanted to live with him. Hence why Klaus knew she longed to be freed from her bond to Elijah. Hence why Elijah realized that he fumbled this relationship with her... He hurt her and she would make him pay for it. 

Klasma: A brother's fear

 Elijah crossed his arms above his chest. He didn't know what to think of the budding romance between the witch and his brother. Niklaus had loved before and all of these relationships always ended with death, heartbreak, or separation. Niklaus went on a rampage because of some of these relationships and Elijah was worried about this pairing.  Nëela had a temper of her own and the Original had been at the receiving end of her anger. He knew her words could cut deep and with how unstable his brother was, there was a chance that Niklaus would lash out in unprecedented ways.  Elijah was concerned but he felt that there was nothing he could say at the moment that could make the situation better. Klaus made it quite known that he would not leave Nëela at the mercy of his brother. She was /his/ and while Elijah perceived some malice in the tone set by Klaus, he could also see that his brother actually cared for the Witch. It wasn't just some petty issues He acknowledged that he treated Nëela badly, as if she was an afterthought and his carelessness was the reason she pushed back against him. 

He still remembered their reunion at Mystic Falls. He still remembered how angry Nëela was, the high-pitched tone of her voice, the burst of power around him, the tears he noticed but never commented on. She was stressed out when they met and so upset by his sight but he was oblivious to her plight. As he was staring at the window Elijah sighed deeply.  His little brother confronted him about Nëela a couple of hours ago and it all became clear in his eyes. Nëela had been alone most of her life. She needed company. She needed someone to know her, to care for her, to see her as someone and not just an asset. Elijah never cared for this. He never cared for her well-being and he thought that it could last for as long as he wanted. She proved him wrong and he realized that he should have treated her better. He failed his witch and by doing so, he fumbled his partnership with her and realized that it would take some time to rekindle his connection with her.  She's allied herself with his sibling and she was out of his control. The best course of action would be to keep an eye on Klaus at a distance but leave them be. But could he? 

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. 

Klasma: Eavesdropping

Klasma: Eavesdropping

// She's sometimes confronted with the way people think of her. Neela knows she's the witches' boogeyman and it's not difficult to understand why some would choose to hunt her down. While she's aware of how others perceive her, she still is hurt to hear them hate her for something she's not responsible for. 

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A trio of witches sat near the witch. As soon as they entered the tea shop, the young woman felt their energy signature and recognized they were young witches in training. She took her teacup to her lips and while she didn't force herself to truly listen to their conversation, she picked up the word: "Cursed" in their conversation and decided to keep on listening to them. They were fairly young, perhaps 15 years old at best, still curious about the world, with a sense of wonder that had left the witch a long time ago. She tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes so she could focus a little more on the conversation. 

"I don't understand why our supreme insists on warning us about the Cursed One. Is she like the Bogeyman or something?"

"yeah? I heard horror stories about the Cursed One when I was growing up. She's said to be one of the oldest living witches. She's said to be extremely powerful and sadistic."

The third girl kept quiet. She stared at the other two girls and just kept drinking her tea, her mind troubled by the conversation taking place.  Could it be that she disapproved of their words? Neela wasn't sure just yet but it kept her intrigued. 

"I heard that she slaughtered her own coven because she chose The Originals rather than her own sisters. That's how she got her power." -Nëela flinched, knowing full well that it was a lie. She didn't choose The Mikaelsons. She helped them because All life was sacred to her. They cursed her and that curse killed them all. To be accused of such an Unholy crime hurt the witch more than anything else.-

"Yes! She and she keep on hurting our sisters. Rumors say that any witch who encounters her always turns up dead. She became our natural enemy."

"But do we know what she looks like? All I know is that she has golden eyes. How would we know she's here?"

"I think that we would be dead. If we ever met her, she would kill us. People witnessed her crime scenes. They saw corpses being torn apart. They saw people burned to a crisp and blood everywhere. They saw so much blood that some even thought she was using it to perform rituals."

The witch had heard enough and focused her attention back on her cup of tea. They truly turned her into a story to force other witches to fall in line with their coven.  They still perceived her as a monster, someone who was bloodthirsty and who antagonized the whole world. A sad sigh escaped her lips and she reflected upon the last sentence. Some of her fights ended up in a very gruesome way, she could admit to that. How many times did she end up covered in blood? how many times did she have to tear limbs apart, to break bones, or to bathe in the blood of her enemies?  It happened because they left her no other choice. They were the ones who hunted her down. That was a consequence of her curse after all, wasn't it? She was cursed to be rejected by every creature, be it supernatural or human. She was cursed to be hated and meant to be killed so of course, the only way for her to survive was to kill as well. Of course, they would twist it into something else....Of course, they would. 

Klasma: impulse

The witch was an impulsive woman. She had always made decisions on the fly as the situation required. She never stayed in the same place for a long time to escape her enemies. The curse was one thing to handle. She could deal with being on her guard and hiding her true nature for as long as possible. She could deal with running away from the town she had settled in if she was in danger. However, what became harder was to be hunted down by rogue witches. Not only was she forced to hide, but she was hunted down by her peers, and her sisters and it was taking a toll on her mental health. 

The witch was an impulsive woman. Her infatuation with Klaus was such that she decided to leave everything altogether to follow him. She was dreaming about living a life made of painting, knitting, eating cheese, and drinking wine. She was dreaming about dancing with him,  just another couple in the crowd with eyes only set on each other. The cursed witch wanted it, she was eager to try and have a life with him despite knowing full well that he could.... no, would break her heart. She couldn't do otherwise, after all, didn't she cross the country to go to his rescue? Didn't she kill their enemies and set him free? Nothing was forcing her to do it but she felt compelled to because she couldn't bear the thought of leaving him at the hands of his enemies. She couldn't bear to think of him being tortured. Hurt.... alone. 

The witch was an impulsive woman. Her feelings were worn on her sleeves. She couldn't hide them or lie to herself about them. However, she wasn't ready to truly understand what was going on and because of it, the true nature of her feelings for Klaus remained a mystery. She thought she cared for him, she enjoyed his company and she rescued him because he had been made a prisoner. The truth was that she was in love, or at least, falling for him, smitten over him... but couldn't quite voice it just yet. She was impulsive, and that would make her fight Elijah's orders. That would make her fight for Klaus and prove them all wrong. That would make her.... learn to love herself, so she could love on him better. 

Klasma headcanon: Love language // animals

Love language: 

Nëela shows her affection through : (non-exhaustive list) 

Quality time: She always makes sure to spend some time with her loved one. She would want them to feel good, happy, cared for, and satisfied.  For example, she loves to watch Klaus paint (and eventually would become his muse), She would go for a walk or to a ball. 

Physical touch: (she's been touch-deprived for so long that she would definitely always touch the other in some form)

Acts of service: She will always be of service. She shows her gratitude and her affection for Elijah by making potions and helping him save his family. Actions always add weight to her words. 

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She is very lovely with animals. Despite having a familiar (which assumes the appearance of a cat), Nëela doesn't see him often. She loves cats above anything else but has an affinity with any and all animals.

Klasma: That pain inside

Neela was sitting on a swing. She needed a place to think and the empty park seemed like a good idea. Truth be told, since Klaus' rescue, she didn't have the time to stop and think because there was too much to take care of. She rescued Klaus and they stayed in New Orleans for a couple days. Just a couple weeks ago, the witch was crying herself to sleep over the Original, thinking he had stood her up and didn't want to see her again. Just a couple weeks ago, she was determined to stay in Mystic Falls but after what happened, she wasn't sure she wanted to anymore. She was considering leaving with Klaus and following him wherever he would go.  It was a huge decision to make and the witch wasn't sure she could do it. After all, she'd just met Klaus recently. She didn't know him that well... She didn't know him well... She didn't... The witch noticed that it had started to rain and lifted her head to look at the sky. Could it be that the goddess Hecate listened to her pleas? Could it be because her heart was synching with Mother Nature?  

Maybe...

Truth be told, the witch was feeling all types of ways. She was not afraid of leaving Mystic Falls, mostly because she had already left her older places. She had always moved around and rarely stayed more than 5 years in the same place so why was she so upset? What if she left Mystic Falls and followed Klaus only for him to break her heart? What if she thought he was a friend only for him to betray her? What if he made her fall in love with him only to reject her?  truth be told, Neela was scared because, for the first time since she was cursed, she was about to leave for someone else...With someone else. Her fingers clung to the metal chains of the swing and closed her eyes so it wouldn't rain in her eyes.  Those worries were to be expected, after all, it was Klaus. He was chaotic and so was she. They were hurting and because they were, they lashed out at others. Klaus was vicious in his attacks, his words cut deep but the witch could handle herself. She could handle that pain. Couldn't she? Couldn't she? Wouldn't she?  She knew she was falling in love with Klaus Mikaelson and it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. It was true. It was raw. It was painful. It was beautiful.

TVD headcanon: His irritating habit

 I would say his tendency to be a smart ass! Klaus has a silver tongue, the kind that makes him snap at people or seduce them… he knows how to speak, and when it’s good, it’s really good and I fold very easily. But when it’s bad? Oh, it stings. And with him, it can start well and quickly turn sour because every fucking thing is a fight with him. So, I know that he might make it difficult for me to convince him of something but I like arguing with him. Deep down. He keeps me on my toes even if sometimes it’s really tiresome.