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She’s never celebrated a Valentines, but she sent flowers to Rebekah’s doorstep and a suggestive, yet vague letter about how patience is virtue –– and if they’re keeping their relationship in the DL like she’d promised, then Hayley couldn’t exactly just show up at the Mikaelson’s house on a Valentine’s day morning with all her bearings and get away with it. So she doesn’t; she shows up later (late), when her parents have retired to their beds she can get away with sneaking up the stairs unnoticed (except for Elijah, who greets her on the way up like an old friend and nods her way to Rebekah’s bedroom). And when she’s closing the door behind her, with a barely audible click and encounters Rebekah sitting at her vanity, she shrugs off her jacket, throws it on one of Rebekah’s colorful ottomans, and ties her hair in a high pony as she approaches her. ❛ I heard a secret admirer sent you some flowers this morning.❜

    ❝ Well... This one in particular, ❞ He nods to the man he has sitting nervously on a chair in between them, one hand curled around his shoulder to keep him there.  ❝ Insists that you were looking for some object when you killed his friend? ❞

New York City was exactly the sort of the place that he was supposed to be avoiding. Too many people –– too many eyes. As he turned away from the heavily tinted window of the back seat, he focused instead on his girlfriend. Her wardrobe was glamorous, harkening back to her days as the mob princess. Disguised as her body guard, he sat next to her, unable to keep the knowing grin from his face.  ❝ Did you always dress like this, babe ? ❞ he asked in a low tone, despite knowing the driver couldn’t hear them through the partition.  ❝ Cause I might have just found our new role play if we get out of this in one piece. ❞  He waggled his eyebrows for emphasis, letting the playfulness dispel the worry in his gut.

       As he quickly moved from their dresser to their bed, stuffing a duffel bag full of clothes and a hand gun, Riley looked up when he heard Rebekah’s voice. Pausing, he straightened and stared her down, his hands going to his hips as he formulated the correct argument. Somehow, he knew that his decision wasn’t going to sit well with his girlfriend –– but he also knew there was no time to argue.  ❝ You think I don’t know that ? ❞ he asked incredulously. Crossing the space to the doorway where she stood, Riley put his hands to Rebekah’s shoulders, imploring her with a genuine look in his eyes.  ❝ Baby, your brothers are just gonna keep hittin’ us hard if I don’t do anything. I gotta put an end to this. You trust me, don’t you ? ❞

It’s the first time she gave voice to the thoughts in her head, the hesitance and doubt that plagued her every move. Perhaps she had deluded herself into thinking she could just step right back into this world, a naive belief that returning would be like a perfect puzzle clicking into place. In reality, scar tissue had grown over old wounds, and trying to force her way back in would only hurt everyone involved. Things were tense, awkward even, especially between Rebekah and the rest of her family, and Hope hated that her choices were making things harder for her. “I didn’t think it’d be like this.”

“and to think when you were first undaggared you were whining about short dresses.“ the vampire looks back, casual teasing, and perhaps, an old fondness for the original before him. he is but a guest in new orleans, up until he decides to hit the road again, running away from mystic falls and all the pain. rebekah wasn’t there when he arrived a few days ago, but it seems, someone might had called it let her know. stefan turns from the window and where she is by the frame. “wearing said short dresses yourself. quite scandalous.”

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