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Having sequestered himself away, unwilling to talk to anyone or hear reason, Rhys paced back and forth across his study. Wanting nothing more than to march right up to the spring court, but knowing that he would have to wait for his revenge. Still, that did not stop him for imagining exactly what he wanted to do, thoughts so dark that he would have been afraid of them himself. Being resentful, angry or dejected about things, were not uncommon occurrences. But this level of rage should have been alarming, even to him. 

It had been to everyone else around him, but he couldn’t allow them to persuade or advise him otherwise. She was with Cassian, he knew. While he stayed away, giving her a chance to adjust, or so he told himself, it was more so due to his own cowardice, he had monitored and tracked her every move. Knowing where she would be, he winnowed to the patch of forest that was most commonly used for training. The familiar terrain did nothing to calm him down before he moved forward, only stopping when two of them came into view. 

“ I can train with her today. ” Was all he said, knowing that Cassian would understand without him having to say more. But being alone with her was gut wrenching and as much as he wanted to appear right in front of her, hug her, beg forgiveness and promise the world, Rhys did not move.

Seated in the foyer of the compound, Rebekah fidgeted with a small, delicate ring wore permanently on her right hand. It was no longer daylight, and the ring held little use now, but still she found comfort in the familiar silver against her skin.

The time on her phone signified that her little sister was late. Rebekah perused texts from Marcel, who was already on his way back to their home in New York, and silently chided Bryn's reckless untimeliness. Though vampires did not require sleep, she found herself personally offended that the other Mikaelson would keep her waiting up at such an hour.

"Took you long enough," she greeted as Bryn finally arrived, unmoving from her lounged position on the sofa. Arms folded and legs sprawled across the cushions (Elijah would have a field day considering she had not bothered to take off her boots), Rebekah took in the new arrival.

The sisters had not shared a space since before the treachery of the Hollow, and now Bryn look every part a mother-to-be. Blue hues lingered over the swell of her sister's stomach and the noise that came from Rebekah emitted as a scoff.

“So it’s true? Another nature-defying spawn come to life. Best hope this one takes after her cousin or you might be stuck with a satanic hellion of a brat. No way to be sure...” Rebekah’s eyes narrowed and she allowed the ugly, festering feeling inside to boil over. 

IRRITATED   LOOK   ON   HIS   FACE.   small   shake   of   his   head   as   he   tries   to   comprehend   ʷʰᵃᵗ   ˢʰᵉ   ˢᵃᶤᵈ.   “   then   what   did   you   expect   ?   “   hands   to   the   𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜   𝚘𝚏   𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜,   smart   eyes   focussed   on   reading   her   expression.

Bronwyn Mikaelson ( @oblitcm​ ) said ❝  sometimes things aren’t alright and they’re not gonna be okay for a while.  and that’s alright.  as cliche as it sounds it’s okay to not be okay.  give yourself time.  ❞