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finntolerable asked:
“I broke the lock. You were screaming.”
  Her screams had finally stopped, shooting up into a sitting position. Katherine looked around the room, her eyes were wide and full of terror as she tried to remember where she was. “–Finn?” She questioned, not remembering why she was sleeping this close to an Original. The nightmare that she had just woken up from had made her a tad disoriented. It had been a while since she’s had that nightmare, maybe it was because she was surrounding herself with Originals that it was appearing once again. “… Sorry to have woken you, i’m fine. You can go back to — whatever it was that you were doing.”Â
            HIS LIFE OF solitude had brought with it more visitors than he reasonably knew what to do with. Though his memories of life before the dagger were vague — fuzzy and out of reach, like they’d been wrapped in gauze and hung just an inch too high than he could grab — he didn’t think he’d ever been this popular. Sometimes, people spoke to him like they didn’t think he was all the way inside of his head: like they could admit things out loud and he wouldn’t hear them. — It was fair... sometimes he wasn’t there. But he’d heard her scream. He’d stood outside the door for a long moment before she’d screamed again, and he’d cranked the doorknob, hearing — and feeling — the lock break as he did so.Â
                “I was awake,” he replied. “It was a nightmare?”Â
















