𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖊 & 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖐

Robert had dreamed of seeing his son again for what felt like forever. This wasn’t how he’d wanted it to go, but it was how he’d expected it to go, if he was honest.

“David,” he spoke softly, tears glistening in his eyes. He knew this was David. He’d heard the rumors that James was dead, followed quickly by the assertion that no, he was alive and well. But Robert knew deep down what had really happened. James was dead. David had been forced to take his place. Robert had failed both his sons.

“Please, David, give me one chance. Let me explain. Please.” His voice trembled slightly. Did David really think he’d chose the bar over his own family? Perhaps he did, but that was because he didn’t know the full story. Robert had to tell him.

“Just one chance. Please, can we talk somewhere? Somewhere private? I don’t … I don’t know what your friends know, and I don’t want to reveal too much if you haven’t told them.” Did they know David had a twin once? It was a secret that had almost got him killed when he had tried so hard to help James. He wasn’t going to let it hurt David more than it already had. “And if … if you don’t like what I have to say I …” his voice caught in his throat, but he forced himself to continue. “I’ll leave you alone forever after that, if you really don’t want me in your life.” His voice was pained, but if David really would prefer to never see his father again, Robert wasn’t going to force him. He had to do what was best for his son, even if it meant not being a part of David’s life ever again.

upon  hearing  his  father  calling  out  his name  it's  difficult  not  to  shift  into  the  little  boy  who  would  look  out  over  the  fields  of  his  parents  farm ,   hoping  and  waiting  for  his  father  to  come  over  the  hill  back  home.   remembering  watching  his  mother  have  that  same  hope  to  only  cry  softly  at  night  when  she  thought  he  wasn’t  listening  is  what  keeps  him  from  welcoming  his  father  with  open  arms.  in   his  mind ,   the  man  didn’t  deserve  it.   however ,   he  could  hear  the  sound  of  mary  margaret’s   voice  in  the  back  of  his  head  telling  him  that  robert  should  be  given  at  least  a  chance. if  he  turned  his  father  away  now  without  hearing  an  explanation  then  he  might  regret  that  for  the  rest  of  his  life. 

the  pain  he  hears  in  his  father’s  voice  is  a  surprise.  could  a  selfish  drunk  feel  such  remorse  for  leaving  his  family?   a  sigh  leaves  his  lips  as  he  glances  around  at  the  people  he’s  come  to  call   family.   mary  margaret  knew  about  his  twin ,  james ,  but  other  than  that  it  wasn’t  something  he  broadcasted. 

she thought little of it, didn’t really see an issue in befriending the original.  she’d seen it first with katherine pierce, that at the end of the day she wasn’t as bad as she seemed.  just a survivor trying to live.  she thought the same of the original brother, assumed she’d come to the same thought with the rest of them.  until then, though, she thought nothing of taking advantage of the supplies, the strategies, the techniques that klaus was already beginning to teach her regarding her painting.  

the witch had a sense of what she was getting herself into from the moment she’d stepped within the mikaelson residence, but had soon lost herself in the blends of the colors in the sky she’d created on the canvas.  “yes and no.  i got inspired by the view from the window - see how the trees are perfectly aligned and are so contrasted with the sky?  almost like their outline is glowing?”  

the brush was removed from the canvas as rapunzel’s eyes found their way to rebekah, head tilting slightly as she continued to speak.  “believe it or not i’ve actually learned quite a bit from him.”  art wise, she meant; other than that they didn’t have much in common.  at least, that she knew of just yet.  “that’s an awfully big statement to make, you know.”

art  was  a  lost  creative  outlet  on  her ,   but  she  could  see  why  nik  participated  in  it.   it  was  a  way  to  express  himself.   fashion  was  to  her  what  art  was  to  him.   that  wouldn’t  stop  her  from  poking  fun  at  him  for  it.   it  was  all  too  satisfying  to  see  him  become  agitated  at  the  notion  of  someone  interpreting  his  art  to  be  anything  other  than  it  was. the  shallower  the  interpretation ,  the  better.   he  wanted  to  be  portrayed  as  a  deep  and  troubled  creature.   she  glances  over  the  other’s  painting  and  wonders  what  exactly  she  wanted  to  portray  herself  as.     

‘  i  see  trees  and  sky ,   nothing  more.  ‘     was  she  being  purposefully  difficult?   yes.    would  she  stop?   no.    though  silently  she  had  to  admit  that  the  young  woman  was  talented.  there’s  no  doubt  in  her  mind  that  this  is  why  nik  kept  her  around.   a  young  pupil  to  boss  around  until  he’s  grown  bored.   to  think  nik  was  actually  making  a  friend  would  be  too  surprising  and  would  honestly  make  her  a  bit  jealous.   any  attempts  she’s  made  at  friendship  with  these  people  have  ended  in  failure.   try  as  she  might  to  act  as  if  she  doesn’t  want  anything  to  do  with  them ,    it  is   lonely  here.   

arkham   asylum  ,     her   home  away  from  home.   they’ve  kept  her  cell  warm  an’  ready  for  her   as  she  wasn’t   away  too  long.    b-man  was  gettin’   good  ... or  maybe  she  was  slackin’ ...   nah !   the  walls  echo  humming  of  the  tune  it’s  a  small  world  as  she  twirls  around  as  if  she’s  putting  on  a  ballet.  though  she  wasn’t  aware  she  had  an  audience  until  her  gaze  falls  upon  crane.    wicked  grin   full  of  malice   pulls  at  chapped  lips  as  she  skips  over  to  the  edge  of  the  cell.  

living  the  life  of  a  single  woman  has  slowly  started  to  agree  with  her.  those  first  few  months  spent  cryin’ ,    kickin’ ,  and  screamin’   at  any  ol’  regular  joe  who  even  looked  at  her  funny.  now  she  feels  like  her  own  woman!   ready  to  take  on  the  world  one  committed  crime  at  a time  but  goin’  solo  is    so   boring.    she   needs  someone  who  can  liven  up  the  act  and  she  knows  just  the  woman  to  do  it.      which  is  why  the  clown  queen  has  found  herself  at  the  doorstep  of  mother  nature’s   biggest  fan. 

reunions  have  been  happening  the  past  few  days  since  emma  had  broken  the  curse.  he  had  reunited  with  snow  and  met  his  daughter  and  grandson.   that  should  have  been  it  for  him  . . .     yet  ,   here  his  father  was  standing  before  him.   a  man  he  had  thought  was  long  dead  or  at  least  perhaps  he  had  been  hoping.    because  if  he  were  not  dead  then  that  could  only  mean  one  thing :   his  father  had  truly  abandoned  him.  did   he  even  feel  remorse  about  it?   david  didn’t  want  to  ask  for  he  feared  the  answer.  

mystic  falls   was   such  a   dead  end   town  full  of   the  most  boring  of  human  beings.    truly  ,    her  brother  knew  how  to  pick  a  destination.  it  was  all  too  tempting  to  leave  town   but  nik  wouldn’t  allow  it.   this  charade  of  bringing  the  family  together  was  all  too  important  to  him.  besides ,   his  constricting  love  was  wound  most  tightly  around  her.   so  she  had  nothing  to  do  but  endure.   though   enduring  this  would  not  be  done  without  complaining   or  causing  a  bit  of  trouble  for  her  lovely  brother  and  his  doppelganger  along  the  way.  

a  sweet  smell  wafts  through  the  mansion  her  brother  has  claimed  as  their  residence.  it  calls  to  her  like   a  sheep’s  scent  calls  to  a  wolf.   using  her  unnatural  speed ,   she  finds  herself  behind  a  pretty  little  blonde.   she   looked  familiar..  ah  yes.    ‘   come  to  scribble  along  a  canvas  with  my  brother  again?   ‘