#complicationspeaking

Gia smirked, a huff of laughter leaving her at his reaction. Maybe he should have been the one to ask. After all they’d done together and gone through together, one would assume they were somewhat beyond this point. And yet, a simple date? That they had never managed that.

“Elijah.” Katherine’s voice sounded surprised, slightly disheartened. “I didn’t expect to find you here. Ever again, actually.” She smirked.

“I’m really not looking for trouble.”  It was true - Rapunzel may have been an adrenaline junkie to an extent but she wasn’t a trouble seeker.  And with all the Mikaelson drama going on, well...  sometimes she just wanted to take a step back and not be involved.  Which made her feel bad for admitting, but it wasn’t like she was the first priority in all of this.  “If it’s fine with you, I’d like to just have my tea in peace.  Can we do that, like civilians?”

she might not be hope mikaelson’s biggest fan, but she surely is of the rest of the tribrid’s family. the history fan in lizzie beams at every lecture elijah mikaelson gives at the school. he has lived through a thousand years of history, and will probably live through more, and while her father might not agree with her fascination with the original vampires, lizzie was never one to follow the rules. “professor mikaelson!“ was that odd? surely it was odd. the siphoner approaches once the class was dismissed, a little smile on her lips as she holds on to her books tightly. “i was thinking, you know, was it possible to get more classes with you? you have so much to talk about and there is so little time. I can talk to daddy to give you more hours.” and that way she could fulfill her desire to learn more. “you have a way with words, professor.”

That is all.

“I’m not here to cause trouble.” The coyote muttered, eyes looking away as she huffed lightly. Arms folding over her chest as if to protect herself from any possible judgement. She got it, she was different, she was the daughter off two sociopaths, she was potentially dangerous.

But Malia was also on the run. Her mother, so-called mother Corrine, had escaped police custody. While Malia had taken her mother’s supernatural powers, Corrine was still highly proficient with a gun, and a knife and hand to hand combat. Rather than putting her friends in danger, she left.

Somehow found herself in this bustling city with a vast forest - a bayou. It was perfect. Aside from it being a bigger supernatural hub than even Beacon Hills. Malia had walked bang smack into an all out war. Hopefully though, the would be enough to hide her, to keep her safe. If she wasn’t killed for being a ‘wolf’ first. “I’m not a wolf.”