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(¸.• ♛ → “You are giving me an advice?” She couldn’t help but ask but now with a small smile on her lips and nodded. “Yeah I think I will get going, I need to do some things either way but in any case, what you were doing here? Exploring?” Hardly because she thinks he knows Mystic Falls already the way he speaks about it and all.

🏺 — “You look like you need it,” he explained flatly. She seemed capable enough -- just a little naive. Or confident?  Was there a difference, in the end, was the real question. “Gathering, actually. Earth magic involves a lot of, well, earth. Who knew?”

Henrik laughed a little at the males words before pondering on the question for himself. “Hmm, I guess I’m after a second chance at life right now… since I was killed so young..” he admitted. “I am beginning to see that.” he confessed.

🏺 — “Obviously. What I’m asking is what that means for you?  What could be on eperson’s second chance at revenge can be another’s second chance at love.”

“Well perhaps I will share personal secrets with you.” He teased. Listening to the male, he nodded a little. “Yeah, Rebekah is an original… Freya was a mystery to most of us until some years ago… I have to admit i did not see it coming.” He was being frank he thought it was just the six of us.” He commented.

🏺 — “Secret one -- what do you want?  Personally, I want to cast my ex-fiance to a realm so far away, so disconnected from this world that we know, that I will never have to hear her name spoken again.” He paused to smile. “Can’t you tell I’m a man of simple pleasures?”

(¸.• ♛ → “Yeah but that doesn’t mean they don’t have the right to be undead at least.” She says now looking at him. “Let him try, I handled tons of vampires before, this was nothing compared to others, if I have to, I can kill him, I decided not to, I wasn’t going to give up on fear when he tried to feed on me, I’m not a kid anymore but I know my husband is not going to be happy about it if he notice this so yeah I guess I should get going….I was just trying to see more about Mystic Falls.”

🏺 — He offered her a hollow grin. “Unless you have business, I’d call it a night and get as far away from here as you can. Not because you can’t handle it,” he added, waving in her direction, “because clearly, you can -- but it’s not worth it. Save yourself the trouble.” 

“Well I am sure you have a lot of information you can tell me..” he teased. “I have some information - being watching on the other side for over a thousand years has its perks you know.” he pointed out. “Not really… I have seen a few of my brother’s but Rebekah is still a mystery..” Henrik admitted before taking a sip of his drink. “So why don’t you tell me all about Stefan?” he questioned still remembering the name he was given.

🏺 — “That sounds like you’re trading other people’s secrets for mine,” he mused with a click of his tongue. “I don’t know how I feel about that.” As if he had made any plans on sharing actual secrets. The things Silas would consider his real secrets were far more damning than a thousand-year-old ghost could comprehend. “Rebekah... The vampire sister, right?  I didn’t know there even was a witch sister until I arrived here.”

“They probably do have a class on it, but I would much rather hear your take on the whole thing” he stated. As he heard the others question, he pouted his lips and squinted his eyes coyly for a moment. “ attracted to you? Possibly… intrigued by you…definitely.” he admitted. There was no denying that the male was easy on the eyes, but his demeanour and attitude was for more appealing to the youngest Mikaelson Hearing the drink for hinself be ordered, he smiled “thanks.” He stated

🏺 — Silas paused, debating whether he should even humor the request. “What more would you like to know?” he began. “And, what information do you plan to trade?” He’d liked the answer on the attraction question. It amused him and also stroked his ego a bit. To be intriguing wasn’t something to scoff at. Nursing on his own, he watched the other like one would examine a specimen. “Has the Mikaelson reunion happened yet?”

“If I had it my way, neither of you would be here.” They were both people who had ruined their own lives, and had a tendency for ruining the lives of those around them. The travelers lost their magic because of their misgivings, countless people had lost their lives, and for what? A betrayal a thousand years old? Considering who was at play though, their pettiness did nothing to surprise her, the same way his dramatic acceptance of her offer warranted nothing but an eye roll. “One, I’d have to check with the former resident before I do anything. It was tailor made for him, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he had to go back in, and I’d hate to give him some unwanted company.” she started, crossing her arms as she looked at him suspiciously “And two, do you know what a prison world is? What it entails? Because from my point of view, it couldn’t be much better than spending millennia as a glorified rock.”

“The damned? What did you do? Jaywalk?”

@immortalsilas

“No rest for the wicked, right?”

Henrik listened to the male. After a moment he frowned. “Really? Well perhaps you can explain the full story to me then?” He offered. If he was wrong to think of some things, he would be only too happy to learn the truth. “Well play yoir cards right and there may be another one on the bed post..” he laughed. The male sat next to him. “So you get me a drink and I will entertain your notion of blood swapping.” He winked.

🏺 — “I’m sure there’s a lecture on it at that Salvatore School,” he offered instead, passing the responsibility off to someone -- or something -- else. “Besides, I only really know my part in all of it. The rest is hearsay.” Information was cheap when he had the ability to disguise himself as a person’s loved one. An ability he wouldn’t deny missing. His brow cocked skeptically at the witch. “Are you attracted to me?” he asked, flat and to the point -- lacking anything that resembled mocking or malice. He hardly left room for the other to reply before beckoning the bartender over. “A drink for Henrik here. Please and thank you.”

(¸.• ♛ → The witch looked up at the man that was approaching her and shrugged. “Maybe but some of them can be new or something like that, I can’t kill every vampire that attack me, if I do that, then a lot would be dead by now.” And it was true, some vampires can be just new and maybe they were resurrected and that’s why this was happening. The girl touched her neck, she knew how to handle pain at this point so this was nothing really but she truly had some blood there and also part of her shirt. “I need to clean this up…”

🏺 — “You say that like it’d be a bad thing.” Silas scoffed sharply. “They’re already dead.” A fact everyone liked to gloss over from time to time. He himself did not die to become immortal. Perhaps it gave him a bit of a complex. “You need to get out of here,” he corrected her. “He’s going to wake up, and if he can, will try again.”

“Animal sacrifice. Real modern,” Lucy said as she used her boot to kick some dirt. “I should introduce myself. Lucy. Lucy Bennett. One dead. Now resurrected,” She explained.

🏺 — “Modern society frowns upon most sacrifices, but who’s going to miss a couple a birds?  Clever creatures, yet fragile. Pliable.” His smirk turned borderline amused. “Bennetts have a terrible track record around these parts... How’s the return been?  Did you have a life left to claim?” Not many of the dead were welcomed back with open arms. Things were being disrupted, just as nature feared. It was fun to watch.

Henrik laughed nodding his head. “Yes, I suppose so… and don’t forget it was my blood…or our family blood which created the original vampires…after yourself obviously.” He admitted. As the male nodded, Henrik responded after a small lick over his lips making them glisten slightly. “Well I would have thought that charm would have gotten you more than trouble… like into someones bed.” He mused.

🏺 — “Incorrect. It was your mother’s magic, sure. But she used Amara’s doppelganger as the key component to creating your family... essentially piggybacking on Qetsiyah’s perfect spell.” The disdain that Silas had for that story was immense. Oh, how he shared in the Original Witch’s desire to wipe the family off the earth. “A few,” he thought back on those glory days, where nothing and everything mattered. “A few hearts, too.”

Listening to what the male had to say, he paused for a second thinking about it. “ Well that is very handy…especially to know.. I suppose in time I could find something to combined the magic in your veins and the magic of expression which seems to be my particular choice of magic..” he admitted. With  a knowing raise of his both eyebrows, the male smirked. “I can’t say I dislike it… you do have a certain charm about you.” He stated.

🏺 — “Quite the combo,” he mused. “With near limitless possibilities. It took the blood of just a doppelganger to create the first vampires... I can only imagine what you could do with mine.” Silas had no moral compass, no attachment to nature and its concept of balance. Whatever chaos this witch intended to create was none of his business. He gave a thoughtful nod in agreement. “It’s my charm that gets me in the most trouble.”

Henrik watched the male. If he had that thought, it came to Henrik that he would have his blood too. “And what of your blood… what sort of situation would it come in handy?” He questioned. His own hues landed on the males. “I find it rather bold that you make such a bold suggestion on the first date.” He laughed teasing the male.

🏺 — “I was a perfect immortal. Psychic, powerful, unkillable... and I was cured. Both of those magics now run through my veins.” It wasn’t really a secret -- at least around town. Henrik would find out his story eventually. “You kinda like it though, don’t you?” He didn’t know what exactly he was picking up on from the other, but there was a dancing with the devil vibe to it. 

His lips pouted together for a moment before leaning towards the male, who so openly spoke of blood magic. “ I have to admit, i have only heard small things to do with blood magic, and its not something I am overly familiar with” Henrik stated.  “What is your intentions with it?”

🏺 — “None at the moment,” he admitted just as openly. “But to have the untainted blood of a Mikaelson wouldn’t hurt, now would it?” The smile he offered was subtle -- behind cold, hazel eyes. “That was my thought process, anyhow.”