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invisiblegirl172 · 28 days
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Is anyone else so creeped out by this painting (photo?)?
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I can't stop looking at it
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invisiblegirl172 · 2 months
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the most hard-working actor in the kdrama industry (shoutout to @pink-flame for the idea)
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invisiblegirl172 · 3 months
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It's 2024, are we still pushing the narrative that Bonnie Bennett is "too good" for a bad boy/villain romance?
And that it's out of character for her to have one.
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I am going to have to write another full length Klonnie fic out of pure fucking spite, aren't I?
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invisiblegirl172 · 3 months
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Queen Latifah, Sanaa Lathan & Nicole Ari Parker in “Brown Sugar” (2002).
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invisiblegirl172 · 4 months
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Eartha Kitt as fashion designer Madame Rena in the American International Pictures/Arthur Marks comedy drama Friday Foster, 1975.
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invisiblegirl172 · 4 months
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Dec 31st: 1910s in NOLA: Lovers in Denial
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But even that hardest of hearts unhardened Suddenly, when he saw her there Persephone in her mother’s garden Sun on her shoulders, wind in her hair The smell of the flowers she held in her hand And the pollen that fell from her fingertips And suddenly Hades was only a man with the taste of nectar upon his lips
Klaus Mikaelson has been attempting to bring the four main species of New Orleans together in order to create the Faction. In order to succeed in this endeavour, he needs to broker a peace with the Regent of the nine covens.
However, this plan is endangered when he meets the Regent’s granddaughter in the old witch’s garden and an attraction sparks between the two of them.
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Love was when he came to me Begging on his bended knees To please have pity on his heart And let him lay me in the dirt… I felt his arms around me then We didn’t need a wedding bed Dark seeds scattered on the ground The wild birds were flying around
After secretly meeting with the original hybrid in her grandmother’s garden for months, Klaus asks Bonnie to be his wife. She says she won’t become a vampire and he tells her he would never ask that of her. He’s met plenty of witches who can forestall aging process over the years. While she may never be an immortal, he would protect her from anything that may harm her. So moved by his declaration, Bonnie follows him into the darkness.
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He fell in love with Persephone Who was gathering flowers in the light of the sun And he took her home to become his queen Where the sun never shone on anyone The lady loved him and the kingdom they shared But without her above, not one flower would grow So, King Hades agreed that for half of each year She would stay with him there in his world down below
After Sheila Bennett discovers that her granddaughter has eloped with an ancient vampire, she falls into despair and the ancestors shake the foundation of the city. Wind, rain, lighting, earthquakes and hurricanes.
When Bonnie sees the destruction her absence has brought, she attempts to return home. But Klaus to refuses to let her leave.
It is only thanks to Elijah that New Orleans manages to survive the litany of disasters. Through a negotiation with the witches, terms were determined for the marriage to continue. Bonnie would go home and live among her people for one half of the year and then stay with Klaus for the other half.
After days of being persuaded by both his brother and his wife, Klaus Mikaelson reluctantly agrees to the terms.
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But the other half, she could walk in the sun And the sun in turn, burned twice as bright Which is where the seasons come from And with them, the cycle Of the seed and the sickle And the lives of the people And the birds in their flight
Klaus stood at Bonnie’s side through the entirety of Sheila Bennett’s funeral. Even as witches hiss and glare. He had never gotten along with Sheila, but he had respected her. And he knew Bonnie loved her.
However, he was not allowed to attend the meeting of the witches choosing their new regent. The witches want Bonnie to be their leader. After all, a Bennett has served as regent for the past 100 years.
Bonnie only accepts the responsibility of becoming Regent if the witches agree she can keep her arrangement with Klaus. Bonnie will lives among her coven for six months until the autumn equinox. Then she would return to Klaus and live with him in his compound during the next six months. Until the spring equinox, her friend Vincent Griffith will act as Regent in her stead.
Neither Klaus nor the witches are pleased with this decision.
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Hades is king of oil and coal And the riches that flow where the rivers are found But for half of the year with Persephone gone His loneliness moves in him, crude and black He thinks of his wife in the arms of the sun And jealousy fuels him and feeds him and fills him With doubt that she’ll ever come Dread that she’ll never come Doubt that his lover will ever come back
Klaus is certain the witches made their decision to spite him. Sheila was gone and the deal should have been broken. He would no longer need to send his wife away for half the year. Bonnie should have been his alone now. But the witches and the ancestors have ensured that their claws will remain buried deep in her.
When his wife leaves as the season turns, Klaus indulges in blood and mayhem. When his family inquires about his behaviour, he refuses to give voice to the fear that crawls into his mind every time Bonnie leaves. The fear that she may be gone forever this time.
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When the sun is high, brother, so am I Drinking dandelion wine Brother, I’m as free as a honeybee In a summertime frame of mind And when my man comes around Oh, I know he’s gonna bring me down But for now I’m livin' it Livin' it, livin' it up
Over the years, the relationship between Bonnie and Klaus becomes strained. He is filled with possessiveness and jealousy each time she leaves him. She is filled with frustration and restlessness when he tries to keep her caged.
Vincent suggests that Bonnie should return to the covens indefinitely. As a Bennett witch and their Regent, she is expected to lead them and to do what is best for the witches.
Bonnie assures him that she is thinking of what is best for the witches. Klaus will fight for her if she never returns and the fragile peace between the factions will crumble. Witches will die and she can’t allow that. If she gives up the leadership to be with Klaus, the ancestors will cause chaos, especially now that her Grams is among them.
Bonnie does not tell him the true reason engrained in her heart that she will always return to Klaus. She does not want to leave him.
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How long? Just as long as I am your wife It's true the earth must die But then the earth comes back to life And the sun just goes on rising And how does the sun even fit in the sky? It just burns like a fire in the pit of the sky And the earth is a bird on a spit in the sky How long, how long, how long?
All hail the King and Queen of New Orleans.
Neither wants to admit how much they miss the other. So they are trapped in the cycle of leaving and returning. The cycle of loneliness and love. Until someone brings the world back into tune, that is how it is.
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invisiblegirl172 · 4 months
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KlonnieWeek: Unresolved Sexual Tension.
“I’ve found you a man to marry,” Abby said, sitting on her daughter’s bed. “It shall pay off your father’s debt.”
“I refuse, Mother,” Bonnie replied, sitting up in her bed. “Marrying someone you do not love sounds despicable.”
“You are not in the position to make refusals!” Abby yelled, causing the room to shake. Bonnie’s grimoire had fallen from her desk. “We are powerful women but you and I do not have the luxuries other women have.”
Abby reached for her daughter's hand even though Bonnie swatted her away.
“We will get to keep our land and home. Then gain more status!” Abby adds on, seeing if it would embark any changes in her stubborn child. “The Pierce family has a daughter your age. Katerina is her name. I was told she is kind and so is her eldest brother Andreas Pierce. He’s a nobleman. Try to like him?”
“You leave me no choice, Mother! Let me pack my belongings in silence. Will you?!” Bonnie yelled, furiously. She felt her magic rush in her veins. How could her Mother ask her to leave Haiti for Bulgaria? Unlike her magic-hating mother, she had control over her magic.
Bonnie waited for her mother to leave. Then she folded her clothes down and eased them into the chest. If she must leave her home and travel across the sea. None of her prized possessions will be left behind. Grimoires and talismans are hidden between the clothes. The Pierce family having their hands on Bennett grimoires sounds like a devastating nightmare.
Did my best with this small ficlet :)! Damn a historical inaccuracies and canon. Check out the rest here.
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invisiblegirl172 · 4 months
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Princess mega post! I absolutely had a blast creating this artwork for the Disney Designer Collection - Premiere Series. Now that the madness has passed, who was your favorite?
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invisiblegirl172 · 4 months
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Klonnie Weekend: Day Two - Unresolved Sexual Tension
They are going to fuck.
Everyone knows it (including them, although they aren't even close to admitting it aloud just yet).
The proof is in the thickness of the air around them. It weighs on them both and drags the innocent bystanders down with them. Others can't help but stop and stare at the two of them as they clash, hitting out at one another when all they really want to do is fuck.
Bonnie likes to pretend that she is too good, too moral, too stuck in her ways as the protector of Mystic Falls to ever let him touch her like that. She is good at this kind of pretending; she has had plenty of practice at this point.
As for Klaus, he has no such morals. Nothing holding him back from pushing her against the nearest hard surface so he can claim her mouth (and every other inch of her). Well, almost nothing. You see, he wants her to want him as well. He is far too proud to beg, to plead, to hope.
When they fuck, they will do it together. Fully.
He will have it no other way.
So for now, they continue to stand on opposite sides, with their eyes blazing as they fling words designed to do damage. They are closer, nearly nose to nose.
Because as everyone knows now, they are going to fuck.
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invisiblegirl172 · 4 months
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Fueled Desires
Happy Day 2 of Klonnie Week/Weekend! This one is set in Bulgaria way back then with a human Katherine. For this AU, Klaus recruits Bonnie as a spy and feelings arise. Let me know what you think.
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It was desperation. That was why she took this job. Her childhood was hard. Bonnie has no mother for she had died in childbirth. The only family she had was her father. He tried his best to raise her all by himself while working to put food on the table. Luckily for him, Bonnie was an easy child. She didn't seek out any trouble. She just had a curious mind. She was always seeking answers.
Without her mother, Bonnie lacked the magical knowledge to truly blossom as a witch. However, the girl was determined. All she had was her mother's grimoire and she memorized spell after spell. In her magical studies, she discovered her passion for plants. It was unfortunate that her passion was useless when her father fell ill.
Bonnie knew magic could do anything. It had to fix this. Her mother's grimoire did not have the spell she needed to aid her father. It was then that the Original appeared to her in the family garden. Klaus Mikaelson offered her a deal. If she served him, then she would be given access to his magical library and extensive knowledge on healing with witchcraft. Bonnie jumped at the chance.
The petite young lady did not anticipate how he intended to make use of her. She wasn't in the kitchen or waiting on his hand and foot. No, he needed her to be a spy and monitor some silly girl. She never expected her relationship with the Original. She thought she would fear him. She does not. She thought she would hate him. She does not. She thought she would find him disgusting. She does not. 
In fact, Klaus was appealing even with blood around his mouth. The truth sickened her. She didn't bother knocking at the door to his room or announcing herself. “You requested my presence?”
Klaus acknowledged her with a nod as he sat on the edge of his bed. “Yes, please sit.”
Bonnie moved towards him and sat beside him with space between to keep their knees from touching. She kept her face blank as she asked, “may I inquire about the purpose of this meeting?”
“I need you to give me a report,” Klaus said.
“Regarding what?”
“I need you to provide details on Katerina's behavior and whereabouts.” 
It took everything in Bonnie not to react. She could sense his deception and worried about his true motives for calling her to his room. “We already discussed the subject this morning.”
“You are correct.” His eyes lingered on her body while Klaus memorized her soft curves. “I just wanted an excuse to invite you to my bedroom.”
Bonnie sighed in response. “I am not like the other servants.”
“You are not. That is why I like you.”
“I do not believe you. You may not use me for your dark fantasies.”
“I want you by my side, that is my true desire.” 
“You lie to me!” Bonnie exclaimed with irritation. Klaus had been persistent in his pursuit of her since her employment began. She had never taken his words seriously, but she could not ignore the goosebumps tingling on her skin when he was near. 
“Trust my word. Are we not partners?”
“No, we are not,” Bonnie remarked. “We work together for your benefit. I work for you to provide for my sick father.” They do not share the same goal and their power dynamic as employer/employee made it clear to Bonnie that they were not equals as you should be in a partnership.
Klaus moved closer to Bonnie and grabbed her hand. “I have given you everything that you ask for, even spell books for healing potions.”
“You treat me like a dirty secret you are ashamed of.” Stolen kisses didn't make a relationship in Bonnie’s mind, especially when the man will fuck almost any girl around. “I know of your previous dalliances with the girls of the streets.”
Klaus in frustration felt the urge to pull out his hair. Those girls were before Bonnie and meant absolutely nothing. “How can I prove that you are the only one I want as queen?”
“You can’t,” said Bonnie as she stood and took a step to leave. “Do not request me again unless necessary.”
Bonnie couldn’t leave quick enough with Klaus able to maneuver her body away from the door. Klaus pinned her body on his desk nearby. She wasn’t like the past witches he’s dealt with. Bonnie was courageous, understanding, accepting and loyal. Damn, the business arrangement! 
Klaus lust for Bonnie grew brutal by the day. Ready to explode. Bonnie kissed him with thirst, savoring the taste of his lips on her own. She was weeping between her legs. This intimacy was wrong, but felt so right. She had heard the whispers of other servants about his sexual prowess. Bonnie secretly longed to experience his skills. An airy moan freed itself from her lips as she was pulled from her thoughts.
“Would you like me to stop?”
“No,” Bonnie replied quickly as Klaus' hands traveled up her gown.
The knock at the door ruined it all.
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invisiblegirl172 · 4 months
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Alone at Last
Alright, here's my entry for Day 1 of Klonnie Week. Please be kind. This is my first go at actually writing Klonnie. In this AU, Mikael attempts to murder Klaus for leading Henrik to his death. Klaus flees with Bonnie and they navigate their changing relationship.
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Bonnie's skin was burning. The humidity brought sweat dripping down her face. Her clothes stuck to her body. And yet, Bonnie felt no discomfort. Klaus could tell that his little wife was at peace as she was deep in her meditation. He was busy crafting himself a spear, but his eyes always drifted to the beauty connecting to nature with his magic.
In the quiet, he could think. Klaus’ thought brought him great pain. His youngest brother was dead. Poor Henrik. His family (his father, at least) blamed him. It was Bonnie's brilliant idea to leave knowing Mikael wanted him dead. She was his salvation. He hated to disturb the silence, although it was a necessity.
“I am heading deeper into the woods. Stay here,” Klaus instructed as he leaned against a tree.
Bonnie's forest eyes opened and her brow furrowed in confusion. “Why? Allow me to join you.”
“I am going to hunt. It is safer here for you.”
Klaus knew he was right. They had run from their former village only a few days. They were seeking shelter among the natives who were kind enough to house them after Bonnie and Klaus gave them furs and herbs. Klaus planned to bring Bonnie to another Viking settlement where they could sail across the sea. Mikael continues to follow and they need much space between them. Bonnie would be protected among the natives as their ally.
“You cannot hunt,” she scoffed as she marched towards him in defiance.
“Yes, I can.”
“You have not before.” It was a sore spot and Bonnie knew it. Mikael was a brutal father and he excluded Klaus from any of the hunting trips that the other boys were allowed to participate in.
Klaus wasn't that weak boy anymore. He couldn't be weak. He has a wife now and Bonnie needs him to be strong. “It would be a first but I can do it.”
“Not by yourself.”
“You do not believe in me. You have no faith in me protecting and providing for you.” Bonnie was no stranger to Klaus' insecurities. She could see the self doubt in his eyes. That whore, Tatia, made things worse playing games with him and his elder brother, Elijah. It was Bonnie who Klaus could confide in and he realized the love he had for her was more romantic than platonic.
Bonnie knew Klaus was still injured from his fight with Mikael days ago. Her husband would have been beaten to death had she not stepped in. She healed all she could but Mikael’s anger did great damage. “That is not true. I think there is a better alternative.”
“What are you thinking?” Klaus asked as he twirled one of Bonnie's curls around his finger. 
“We fish. You and me. Together.” There was a lake nearby and his spear would be just as helpful fishing.
“I want to be a proper husband and take care of you.” They were wed among the natives they now call friends. It was not the Viking ceremony that Klaus envisioned. It was even better. Now that they were married officially, Klaus felt great pressure to perform with his responsibilities to her in atonement for his sins. 
She tenderly cradled his face in her hands and gently placed her soft lips upon his. “You do not need to hunt a deer to impress me. We are better at working as one.” Bonnie did not want to be left alone anyway. She wanted to be with her husband. 
With a grin, Klaus pulled his wife closer and placed kisses upon her jaw. “You have convinced me.” Fishing could wait.
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invisiblegirl172 · 4 months
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KlonnieWeek: Domestic Intimacy
“Ayana, how am I supposed to practice my healing if I have nothing to heal?” Bonnie complained as she used her magic to make a plant rise from the soil from a distance. After the death of her Grams’, her mother Abby wasn’t bothered with raising her. Instead of being married off and shipped away. The young witch snuck away to her aunt. “I’ve been kept inside for days!”
“Patience that’s how,” Ayana corrected, hugging the younger woman. “I know you’re frustrated but your moment is coming. I just needed time to explain to the others in the village about your arrival. We do not need anyone to question anything.”
Bonnie sighed and nodded as she hugged the woman back. “So can I help in the village? I was infatuated with my healing lessons. I plan to upkeep them.”
“Indeed,” Ayana agreed proudly. “I’m going to see the other women in the healing cottages and find a space for you today,” Ayana reassured, she cradled the young woman’s face. “Understand child, I’m doing what is right to protect you. The Vikings will be returning by sundown and aren’t all kind as the others in the village.”
“No one is going to hurt me,” Bonnie defended, calmly reassuring the elder witch. “I can handle myself, I swear.”
Ayana placed a kiss on the young woman’s forehead. “Okay, I believe you let me go speak with the other women and I’ll be right. Watch the girls.” She cannot help but be overprotective of her niece! Her sister Abigail is a lousy woman.
This got longer than expected so read the rest here. I couldn’t figure out how to post this with tumblr’s spacing.
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invisiblegirl172 · 4 months
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Dec 29th: 1001 in pre-colonial Virginia: Domestic Intimacy
To love and kiss to sweetly hold
For the dancing and the dreaming
Through all life's sorrows and delights
I'll keep your laugh inside me
I'll swim and sail a savage seas
With ne'er a fear of drowning
And gladly ride the waves of life
If you will marry me
An au where Bonnie is the daughter of Ayana and is betrothed to Niklaus from a young age. Esther believed that marrying a witch would be the best choice for her son. His wife would keep his werewolf temper at bay and protect him from Mikael's ire when Esther couldn't.
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invisiblegirl172 · 4 months
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Klonnie Weekend: Day One - Domestic Intimacy
( probably related to this drabble )
Bonnie can hear him shuffling around the kitchen. He has surprised her with an immense knowledge of how to use what he finds in there. It is now an unspoken rule that the room is his domain and she is happy to leave it to him (because let's be real, she had been subsisting off of cereal and cheese sandwiches).
She has her grimoires spread across the table, her eyes skimming through the Latin hoping to find key words --- anything that will hint at how she (and he) have come to be stuck in this personal version of hell. They might have called a peace of sorts but that does not mean she is eager to extend her time here.
The sooner the go their separate ways the better for the both of them.
(even if she will miss his take on chicken cacciatore)
She looks up when he enters, a plate in each hand. He is quick to set hers down and she does a double take at what she finds waiting for her. The fanged pancake smiles up at her and when she looks to Klaus he has a matching grin.
"Hilarious," she comments dryly. When he keeps on grinning, she takes her knife and stabs the pancake in the middle. The sound of stainless steel striking ceramic echoes through the room.
It is her turn to smile now.
Then she digs in (because dammit he makes good pancakes).
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invisiblegirl172 · 4 months
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The scene where Klaus desiccates in 3x21 has always been so unique to me. Bonnie had taken Abby’s words on the spell and followed through. I want to talk about how it looks like Bonnie’s absorbing the magic from Klaus (yes, desiccation stops a vampire). It appears that the magic is staying within Bonnie and she looks like she is enjoying the thrill of his power that she has raken. Then, we see Bonnie save Klaus.
Season 4 gave us Expression!Bonnie. Can you imagine her extra boost in loving the darkness in magic and not what her family practice if the shift in her magical preference was because she had a taste of Klaus' darkness from her successful desiccation? Klaus gave the quote, "don’t underestimate the allure of darkness, the purest hearts are drawn to it." (4x17) Bonnie's face is one of pleasure with the power running through her veins. Kat didn’t act this scene as if the magic was controlling Bonnie, but as if Bonnie is reeling in the electricity of it. Is it like a high? Or an orgasm? I just know that it feels very satisfying for Bonnie and she took joy in the sensation of Klaus' magical essence being inside of her.
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invisiblegirl172 · 4 months
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ALLISON DEAN as Patrice McDowell Coming to America (1988), dir. John Landis
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invisiblegirl172 · 4 months
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the oak king
( a little merry christmas to the Klonnie fandom )
Bonnie closes the door behind her, shutting away the cold (but more importantly the people). The world is so fast this time of year, moving with a sense of urgency that is counterproductive to its surroundings. There is so much noise, so many bright colors --- far too many expectations.
She doesn't want to be a part of it. At least not at the moment.
She is bone tired as she carefully sets her bag on the nearest flat surface. This room has been her home for close to three days now, a temporary stop on her never ending journey. As far as places to rest her head, she likes this one. It is cozy, just what she needs this time of year.
With her day's work done, Bonnie decides that she will slip into the bath and soak away any aches (any reminders of what she is missing). But first ---
--- just because she doesn't want to be a part of the madness of the world outside doesn't mean she will ignore it all together.
She reaches into her bag and pulls free the tiny branch of a fir tree sticking out of a pot. She had almost passed it by, resting on a table in an overcrowded Christmas market. But in the end, it had called to her and now it finds a home on the antique desk, giving it a view of the busy streets below where the snow is beginning to collect.
She runs a finger along it, feeling its dying strength as she does so. It should have never been clipped and stuffed into a tiny red container. It should have been allowed to continue its life uninterrupted. So, although she cannot fully restore it, she can do the next best thing.
Bonnie summons her magic, which has waned significantly after the day's demands. However, she just has enough left to tickle the branch back to its vibrant green. It stands a little taller, and for good measure, she leans in and blows. It seems to twinkle now, a more natural replica of its larger relatives littering homes all over the city.
For a moment, she stands there, thinking of all the Christmases that have come before this one. So many of them are filled with sadness --- missing her mother, missing her grandmother, worrying that death had been close by. Then there is that one she spent all alone in a pocket of the universe.
She has never really had Christmases worth remembering.
Her mouth is set in a firm line. She isn't sad now. She might be alone but this time she has chosen to be. She may no longer have roots but she is doing real good in this world. Besides, she knows damn well that Caroline will be Facetiming her to document every second of the Forbes Family Christmas (Bonnie rolls her eyes but deep down she knows she wouldn't miss it for the world).
She turns, leaving the tree to glimmer in its resting place. As she does so, she waves her hand and candles flare to life, basking the rest of the darkened room in a warm glow. She can already feel her magic stirring, beginning to rebound.
The hot water is filling the bathtub when her quiet is shattered by a knock at the door. She furrows her brows together as she slips her arms back into her sweater. She is done for the day. She is not interested in taking on anything else. She has earned this moment.
She waits a beat, hoping they will just give up and go back where they came from. When the knock comes again, more insistent this time, Bonnie sighs. So much for peace on earth.
She crosses the space in a few steps, intent on turning her visitor away. "I am not..." And then her voice dies. Her body tenses. It feels as if all the warmth she has created in her little room is pulled out the open door to lay at his feet.
A true ghost of her Christmas past.
Klaus Mikaelson stands there, looking at her in much the same vein she looks at him. Like he cannot fathom what he is seeing. It only serves to confuse her more --- because of the two, he is the one that has been dead for at least three years.
Then the moment is shattered and he gives her a wolfish grin.
"Merry Christmas, little witch."
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