OC questionnaire II: Neela edition

What is a habit your character has that others might find cute? She trails off when distracted.

Are there particular sounds your character is fond of? The sound of potion brewing or stew. She loves cooking, so anything related to it makes her feel good.

Is your character more prone to fight or flight? She's more prone to fight. 

What words could tear your character down? "I don't love you." "You're a disgrace!" "You deserve to be alone."

How well does your character act under pressure? Nëela doesn't handle pressure well. It frustrates her.

Is your character good at practicing self-care? No. 

What scents does your character find comforting? Herbs, onguents and potions, the sea.

Does your character have any allergies? Yes, seashell.

Is your character a light, medium, or heavy sleeper? Heavy sleeper.

Does your character have strong willpower? Yes. She doesn't budge once she's decided.

Is your character more likely to give advice or seek it? She would seek it. She needs it.

How does your character relax? She would drink, garden, or meditate.

Is there a secret thing your character longs to hear? "I choose you. I will always choose you."

Would your character feel confident in a fight? Yes! and she is right to be. She's powerful. 

Is your character more energized in the morning, afternoon, or night? She's a morning girlie.

How often does your character have nightmares? Sometimes. 

Are there scents your character dislikes? Yes, menthol and safran. She can live with it but she hates it. 

Is there a fear your character wants to learn to overcome? She wants to overcome her curse.

Does your character have a high pain tolerance? Yes! Her curse makes her feel excruciating pain, so she can handle any type of wounds or injuries. 

Klasma: Clarity

I stopped reading my book for a while so I could lift my gaze up to your face. You are talking to Elijah over the phone about stuff I don't listen to. How could I listen to what you have to say when all I want to do is to look at you and lose myself there? A smile creeps on my lips and I lean my cheek against the palm of my hand as I stare at you, Klaus.

I love the strong and determined tone in your voice, I love how deep it sometimes goes when you're being serious. I love how stern you look when you're talking business. That's the face of a man who takes protecting his family very seriously. I have always loved it about you. Whatever is happening to your siblings, you're always taking it seriously. You're talking, slightly upset at what Elijah is saying to you and I see the shift in your gaze, the annoyance, and the stress.

You glance at me and notice I am staring at you and while that gaze softens when our eyes meet, you are still tensed and serious. I don't say a word and I return to my book for a brief moment, thinking to myself that I love you. Taken again by the story I am reading, your conversation becomes a white noise at the back of my head. I don't know for how long you're talking, I don't think it's even just Elijah you're talking to. I think there are your other siblings but I don't really care. It is your conversation. 

I lift my eyes up and look at you again this time your arms are wrapped around her chest, tightly secured in a defensive gesture since you don't agree with what they're saying to you, something about a different plan. I look at your beard, thinking that you don't wear a beard that often and it suits you extremely well. I like how it feels when you kiss me, I love stroking it with my fingers when we sleep next to each other. I love it, even more, when it tickles on my naughty bits as we're making love. I think you're gorgeous! 

I'm mesmerized by your beauty so much that I still can't hear your words. All I focus on is your intense blue eyes I love to look into, your dirty blonde hair I want to mess with, and your lips I want to kiss. I know you're busy talking to them right now, but I want to wrap my arms around your chest and kiss your neck. I want to run them over your strong chest and feel your skin tense, warm up to my touch, and cover itself with short-lived goosebumps. I want to leave a trail of kisses over your neck and shoulders. 

I want to kiss your back while my hands slip underneath the waistband of your flannel pants. How can I want and desire a man as much as I do you, my hybrid? How is it that all I ever want is to be close to you? I could spend eternity locked in an embrace with you and I know it sounds cheesy but it's the truth, Klaus. I need your warmth, your comforting hugs, your loving kisses, and your soft and protective gaze upon me. I need you. I want you. I can't help but desire you.

You notice me and you look at me and smile. I hear my name and you move your hand inviting me to come over. A grin graces my features and I end up jumping off of the couch to run into your arms. A soft giggle escapes from my lips and I kiss you before I lean my head against your torso and wave at your family... Our family. They are happy to see me, to see us together and casually I enter the conversation. I look at you and I grin widely. I belong to you Klaus, I can feel it every day in our daily life. I can feel it when you hug me, I can feel it when you kiss me, I can feel it when we talk to our friends. I can even feel it when I'm away. I can't fully understand how it is possible, but I don't want to know because I don't need to. I am in love with you and that's all I know.

Nëela Olusegun Aesthetics

"Nëela Olusegun: The Cursed Witch."

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.

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

xxx

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 I understand you more than you know.

 When you're cursed for as long as I have been cursed, you realize that you're ready to do anything for an instant relief. 

You're ready to get on your knees and beg for a quick death for it seems a better option than staying alive. 

My curse isn't just immortality. I literally have the essence of 30 witches and my supreme tormenting me when it's very quiet.  I am vulnerable to vervain, to silver, to anything that could be deadly for another but a witch.  my nerves are on fire when I am angry, when, I am feeling pain, when I am upset... And the only way I could find some relief is when I either hurt someone, when I express my feelings or when I help others. 

So you see, I understand you way more than you give me credit for. 

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: "Klaus."

Klaus:

"We like to believe that loneliness is something we can get used to after a while. the truth is harder to believe. Spoiler alert, we don't get used to being alone. You didn't get used to being alone, Klaus. No matter what you tell me, I know the truth. You hate being on your own and that's why you're seeking companionship, aren't you? We like to believe that loneliness is something we can get used to after a while, but we haven't really mastered it yet, am I right? Here I am, wishing to see you again. I am already smitten by your smile, the way you flash your fangs at me when you are teasing me. I am already thinking about your voice and the way you say my name when you're aroused.  I still remember your intense blue eyes that turn golden like mine when you're upset or turning into your hybrid form. I still remember the feel of your hair on my fingers. How sweet and soft it is, especially when I held a fist of your locks in my hair. I still remember your grunts and groans, your absolute desire for me that you freely let escape from your lips. I crave you. I crave your touch, I crave your love. I crave your company.  I cannot be alone. I cannot stand being on my own and since I have met you, properly that is, I cannot imagine a life without you.  Niklaus Mikaelson, you are going to be the death of me. you are going to be the death of me because you made me fall in love with you."

Klasma: Neela's power

 Nëela's powers were at her strongest when it was the full moon. The witch noticed how much more in tune with Mother Nature she was. Magic was even easier to her, as if it was a part of her. Without self-control, the witch could have become power-hungry, mostly because the use of her powers made her feel like a goddess.

 Fortunately, she was humble. She wasn't a goddess, but she was in tune with Nature and her ancestors. She was able to feel her power flow through her veins. Nëela enjoyed her power, she grew into her curse and used her immortality to gather knowledge. 

She noted that during the full moon, her behaviour was far less predictable. She was more confident, cockier and tenfolds bolder than the other days. She had poor control of her emotions and would be able to put herself in danger (or cause a ruckus) if a loved one was in danger. 

Your beloved Nëela

“I think Klaus has the prettiest smile. He doesn’t know just how much weak in the knees I get when I look at his smile. I love that he gets to feel genuine joy. 

I love that he makes me feel seen. With him. I exist. He likes my company. He likes talking to me. He has… there is an intimacy between us that I adore.  I… fell for him, May. I just did. And it’s exciting and I know it’s going to be difficult but…. It is what it is.

Then there are his fangs. For me clearly the sexiest part of him. I love when he bites me. I love when he flashes his grin at me. I love when he drinks from me. I think it’s hot. I feel…. It’s incredibly erotic to me to have him feed on my blood. I also love when he makes sure I don’t escape him. That thing he does when I cum and he keeps on fucking me? It’s making me delirious. And when he lifts my legs so he can press me Into the mattress as we fuck? Phew…. I also think he had the most beautiful legs I have ever seen. So I look at him. When he doesn’t know I am looking.”

Klasma: The smile

 

Klasma:  The smile

// She misses him. What can I do about it? 

Nëela curled into a ball, and her curls fell on her forehead. She had closed her eyes and was holding onto the sheets of her bed. She was missing Klaus. She was missing him something fierce and she didn't know how to deal with it. How long had it been since she felt like something was missing? How long since her mind was haunted by the memories of the Hybrid? Anytime she closed her eyes, she could see his face, the beard she loved to run her fingers through. She could see his face and his smile, oh that tempting smile that made her knees go weak. She could see his intense gaze set upon her, carefully studying her face and each of her reactions to him. He was attentive to her and that was a feeling Nëela was craving. 

The witch wanted to see him again. She wanted to feel his fingers run through her curly hair and hold a fistful of it. She wanted to feel his tongue lavish her soft skin with wet licks, tasting it, marking it. She wanted to hear his groans and the sudden rush of adrenaline as she was running her hands over his skin. Nëela wanted to give him her attention and gift him with her affection. She wanted him...no, she needed him! She bit her thumb and shut her eyes tighter. What was that? Why did she need him that much? He didn't even think the same about her, so why was she so vulnerable? She blushed hard, thinking about how foolish she was to feel those things for Mikaelson. 

Foolish, maybe but why did she feel that way? Was it so silly to seek companionship? Was it so silly to not want to be on her own anymore? She wanted someone to talk to, someone to make and unmake the world for hours. She wanted to have someone who ran their fingers through her hair and massage her scalp. She wanted to be loved...Elijah couldn't give it to her, Elijah never gave her anything remotely close to at least being a friend but he ignited a fire he couldn't stop that Klaus made even hotter. She had feelings for him and she couldn't deny them, not now, not when she wanted to hear from him again. Perhaps she would have to leave Mystic Falls? Perhaps, she should try New Orleans? It was taking a huge risk but she was ready to be proactive rather than languishingly wait for him to come back. so She would go. 

-TBC-

TVD: I want to live

Dear Diary,

I never thought I could start over again. My memories were stuck 800 years ago where the only thing my people could call a life was breathing. I never ceased to look past my shoulder anxiously expecting my past to catch me back. It never did, at least, not yet.

I spent centuries locked up in my ivory tower, looking at life slipping through my fingers as I cursed my curse. They punished me for helping the one who rescued me so many years ago and banished me from my coven for showing mercy and having a heart. How could you recover from this?

Funny isn't it, that the best advice I received came from the only friend I had. When I finally confronted him about our relationship only existing when he needed me and he advised me to go and see the world. The sound advice he gave me, I met Willa. A sweet girl with a mystery cloud above her head.She had the warmest smiles of all, I remember how captivating talking to her was, even if we only were talking about sweet nothings. It was the first real attempt at befriending someone I had. I also met several people at my shop, a young witch named Bonnie, her best friend Elena and the two infamous Salvatore Brothers. One, in particular, struck me: Damon.

We just had a drink, or more precisely, he drank and I sat in front of him. I felt his thirst but more importantly, I felt his pain. I don't know why I felt attracted to him, not the way you think. I mean, I don't think it was the tingle of desire. It couldn't be so soon after Elijah rejected me anyway, despite Damon having the best and brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. I would concede this. I wanted to soothe him. That's why I am. I try to fix people, soothe their pain, that's what I'm here for. That's the basis of my relationship with Elijah too. Well, okay it's more complicated than that with Elijah...

I read the books, that sometimes you are so deep in denial that you would try to fix on others what you should be fixing about you. I hurt. I'm scared. I'm worried. I'm alone. I'm a mess that's for sure. I'm pessimistic about humanity, I don't trust vampires or werewolves except for Elijah and only because I owe him my life. I don't....live.

I survive. I've been surviving those past centuries but I want more than that. I saw Damon's pain on that night and Willa's too. I want to help them feel better. I want to mend their broken hearts. I want to fix them because I can't fix myself but I want to help.

I want to live.

TVD!Asma: a brand new world

Asma Jensen (TVD): A brand new world

A/N

This is 

xxx xxx

« Why are you doing this to me? I did nothing! I did nothing! »

Echoes of the past, screams, and tears. As she brewed the potion for Freyja, the white witch couldn't help but question her relationship with the Original. He saved her 800 years ago, from her master's brutality. A day which should have been horrific for her turned into celebration and freedom. Elijah and his siblings came into the plantation and slaughtered every master they could find. She would never forget the day she met the brunet. Her master was above her, ready to rip apart her clothes when he was beheaded with one swift motion of Elijah's hand and she was splattered with blood. Her terrified gaze set upon the man who simply left after he tossed around a handkerchief for her to use. She asked for his name, in a trembling voice and he gave it to her in exchange of hers. At this time, she didn't see him or his siblings kill the other masters or kill some of the slaves who witnessed their deaths. She didn't know they were vampires and truly believed they were gentlemen who simply righted the wrongs.

They met again, several years later when she grew up into a powerful white witch. Her coven was well hidden and extremely protective of one another. Always on the move until they would reach the kinder North where they would start all over again. It could have just seen it. The story of a witch who was saved by a vampire and who grew old and died. Unfortunately, life took a different turn. Elijah came back into her life, discovered she was a witch, almost accidentally since they were both in the same place. Once he was sure she indeed, was a witch, he came to her when Klaus found himself into another predicament and asked for her help. It was a shocker for the young woman who discovered that her savior was her sworn enemy. A vampire. Yet, she didn't hesitate and performed a counter-spell on Klaus that saved his life. A witch of her coven saw the whole scene and reported her to their supreme, who in turn punished the young Oya to eternal life.

« Since you love those freaks so much Oya, you're going to live like one. You would be cursed with eternal life, unable to bond with anyone in fear of watching them perish in front of you. You would never be loved. You would forever be alone! »

And she cursed her. Her hair turned pink, her chestnut eyes were now golden.. she was forever marked by the curse and couldn't hide, at least not at the very beginning. She had to be distant from other people, had to refrain from helping others and expose her witchcraft and spent very lonely centuries. Elijah was the only company she had and even his visits were very occasional. He always came to her because he needed her help. It always was a sibling or himself but she accepted it. She felt compelled to, because he did save her life and because she was meant to help others with her gifts. So today, when Elijah came to her because he needed a potion for his sister, she didn't complain. But she started to resent him.

Elijah walked around her shop as he always did. He enjoyed the way she organized the place. It was tidy, neat and it smelled good. She followed him with her golden orbs, allowing herself to remove her sunglasses when he was around because he knew her. She wanted to say something, ask him why he only came to her when he needed her help and not because he wanted to see her? She wanted to ask him how come she knew about his life, every single bit of it but he didn't ask about hers? She wanted to ask him what she meant for him but then realized it would be stupid to ask because she knew the answer. She came in handy. She owed him. She allowed him to have this relationship with her so she should put all the blame on herself, to begin with. He looked at her for a brief moment and smiled. Her knees became weak and she had to hold onto her table not to fall.

Her heart was knocking against her ribcage as she couldn't help but think he was quite attractive. Parts of her wished that he did came to her because he wanted to see her and see how she was doing, but in this age and year, she realized that it wasn't the case. Besides, as the two of them small talked, he mentioned yet again, Hayley. She noticed it in the way he said her name and the way his eyes gleamed that this Hayley had to be very special to him. It achieved to break her heart. Asma, as she called herself now was certain he probably heard the sound but wouldn't understand what that meant since they never talked about their relationship.

« The potion is almost ready. » She informed him until she took a deep breath and looked around for a trinket to rely on so she wouldn't feel as pathetic as she felt right now.

« Thank you, Oya. You're always so helpful and thoughtful. »

« It's... Asma now. Oya is dead Elijah. Dead from the very day I was cursed. » She mentioned to him with bitterness in her voice. He heard it well, and it did make him feel guilty. That was the reason he always came to her for help, so he could keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't need anything and always she seemed to be well-off by herself. He lacked sensitivity to actually realize that she needed his company but not enough so he didn't see that he would have to play along and comfort her to keep her from turning against him and his family. He walked towards the witch and gently put a hand over hers.

« Asma, I apologize. I should have known better. » She looked up to him, to his tall frame and his glorious jaw. Her breathing became more labored and she chewed at her bottom lip.

« It must come in handy for you, that I am immortal. So you could have some white witch at your disposal for a quick potion, a difficult spell ?. » She sneered at him before she looked away from his face. « Look... Elijah, I'm just saying.... you could come over more often. I could really use some company. After all these centuries, I think I have deserved to spend some more time with you don't you think? »

« I wish I could stay longer, but always I do have an important matter to deal with. I am keeping in touch with you and have someone around to watch upon you. »

« I can handle myself very well Elijah. I am a witch, remember? I am not looking for protection. I am looking for....companionship. » She managed to say and yet still wasn't able to tell him how she truly felt for him. What was the point? He was smitten over that Hayley and if it wasn't Hayley it would be someone else like it used to be Katherine. He held her hands tighter and gave her one of his secret smiles. One that never failed to make her swoon.

« I promise, I'll be back as soon as possible and we could talk. Besides, if you're looking for companionship, I can certainly advise you to go out there and make friends. You can't spend your eternal life on your own. »

« I survived 800 years already. » She lost hope. At this point, he was basically telling her to see somewhere else for companionship. He meant well, she knew it, but it stung really hard that he'd rather have her meet other people than spending time with her. She faked a smile. « I can survive eternity on my own as long as nobody's troubling me. » Bullshit! She couldn't. Not anymore. 800 years were too much already and she cruelly needed companions. He knew that after having spied on her for so long so he simply smiled and kissed the top of her head, as he always did when she was grumpy.

« No. You can't. » She didn't move and simply glanced at her cauldron.

« It's ready. Let me put it in a bottle for you. » She said, fumbling around until she found the empty potion bottle she used to store her potion. « There. Freyja should not worry anymore, in a matter of hours she'll be back onto her feet. If she ever needs to learn new defensive spells, she can knock on my door anytime. » Her voice was heavy and he noticed but he simply smiled at her, took the potion and waved his goodbyes. She watched him leave her shop and closed behind him.

They had that complicated relationship she was perfectly aware of. One where she felt grateful he saved her life and he felt grateful she saved Klaus. He watched her, she always knew that, but he said it again as if to reassure her that he didn't just use her abilities to extricate himself or a loved one from a complicated situation. She watched him, by helping him with her spells and yes, they had small talks everytime he found her so they knew where each other were at with life but it ended there. It couldn't grow into anything else and she knew that.

Asma craved companionship, she craved to talk to others, have friends. Yes, Bonnie and Elena often came to her shop so Bonnie could be taught a few things about white magic and both could receive emergency help. But Bonnie was a fellow witch who didn't know the whole story and was busy helping vampires. Damon was handsome, really tortured more than her and there was the issue, or so they thought. He needed stability in his life, he needed a woman who would not be afraid to do crazy things and talk to him straight in the eye when he was straying away. Elena was that for her. Elena was different from Asma because she had friends, she had a life. Asma was still afraid to walk around and make contact because of her immortality. She already lost her family, her friends and even worse, her coven, some 800 years ago because she helped a vampire. So, if she couldn't help Damon why would she be around him? If she couldn't help Stefan how could she be around him? Or maybe she believed she couldn't help them because she never met them.

He urged her to trust herself and go out there, meet people, allow herself to become more than the scared little soul in her boutique. It was a sound advice he gave her and maybe the first step she would make to move on as well. She wanted to experience life, find love, feel safe and laugh and cry and love.. she wanted all of that and she was ready to get it. The pink haired witch grabbed her green bomber jacket and wrapped it around her long white summer dress. She would go out there and let fate decide for her!

(TBC)