#mikaelsonborn

no but I feel so honored. you’re such a talented writer and this made my whole week.

       petite stature is settled in one of the lounges in the center of Nola , legs crossed as her fingers drum absentmindedly against the arm of the couch. jazz music filled the air around her , magic seeming to thrum through her veins and she could feel it start to itch as if she couldn’t control it , but she kept her eyes locked on a male that she had sworn she had seen before . tongue darts over her lips as she tries to place his face , cerulean orbs not faltering for a moment .

beca’s a lot less self-deprecating then shane which is why I picked him. ;P

   ‘ i don’t expect you to forgive me what i have done to your family --- ‘ her words seemed to trail off , hoping that he understood that what she had done was for New Orleans , to save them from everyone . but the mikaelsons knew of only one thing and that was the loyalty and the bond of family . ‘ --- i never wanted to hurt anyone , but i had to do what was right to save the city . i would have even allowed myself to die again if that ensured it’s safety . ‘