#c;meredith

Juri shook his head in disagreement. "There's nothing wrong with you or me." Juri groaned to himself. "He's the fucking problem here." The witch pointed out. "All he's been doing is leading the both of us on, thinking we'll be the one for him." The angry and sadness increasing causing his own magic to slip out.

"He will never say I love you to either of us." He said. "Why did I believe that fucking blonde moron!" He said in frustation. Briggs is just as bad if not worse than Asher in his opinion. For a moment he did wish them both hell.

He stopped to look at Meredith with a gentleness. "I didn't mean to make you cry-" He tried to reassure taking off his shirt to wipe off her tears. There was a sigh. "He's hard to resist. Him and his friends.In a way we're kinda outsiders to them. A means to an end." Juri relented.

Juri couldn't help the next words out of his mouth.

"You are beautiful and any guy would be lucky to have you." He said leaning closer. It was weird he thought as pressed his lips gently against hers. It was a different experience to say the least. As he pulled away there was confusion on his face.

"But I'm no better am I?" He said loking in any direction but at hers.

Finn Mikaelson was many things, a bore, a killer, and various other words he was sure the Mikaelson clan could come up with. As his vessel he was the nerd, the employee, and the like. Maybe thats why for once he decided to take a break. As he headed to the bakery, the one he didn't know was owned by Meredith, his only regret that night was not getting the fairy's number. There was a sigh, before he talked still only seeing their back.

"Do you have any croissants?" he asked

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“Meredith..” She had hoped that the correction would sate her daughter enough to allow her to continue her work, but the immediate question that followed her comment only drew a sigh and disdained grumble. She didn’t have time for this - she had work, something that held actual value to the world. Unlike the useless questions Meredith insisted on asking her. “That…” Eyes narrowed at the tiny green toy and she reached out for it, nimble fingers running over the smooth plastic, “It’s the appendix.”