
~23~
If Talia didn't have a faceclaim lmaoooo, legit exactly how I imagine her
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His hands were on her hips, his lips on her skin and his body against hers.
Klaus kissed her forehead, pulling away from her as he brushed her curls away from her face, resting her back inside the Governor's house. He sped away an instant later and she stood on the doorstep, the door open behind her with Rebekah in the foyer.
The blonde took her elbow, quietly leading her inside as she went to go argue with Hayley about her protection. "I don't care if we have to get you a leash." The blonde snapped, releasing Talia as she felt her stiffen at the touch. "That was your last trip to the bayou." Rebekah grabbed a bottle of whiskey, popping off the cap and poured herself a glass. "What is it with you and those wolves, anyway?"
Talia turned, heading up the stairs to escape the private conversation. Hearing more voices join the conversation, though, she halted on the stairs and turned.
Elijah stood at the bottom, staring into the sitting room where, presumably, Hayley was. His dark gaze lifted, meeting Talia's with a smile building on his lips. Elijah had been the only thing keeping her from going mad for five months when Klaus ghosted her out of the blue and now he was back.
She made her way down the stairs, pulling him in for a tight hug. "'Lijah."
"Talia." He hugged her back, though paused when he presumably smelled the injuries on her abdomen. "What happened?"
The Companion pulled away, her hand flying to the bandaged area and she looked away, unable to get the words to leave her mouth. Unable to explain to her family why she had disappeared off the face of the earth for a month.
"This is about you, 'Lijah, leave the rest for later." She shrugged looking to Klaus who smiled wanly and lifted his arm, offering for her to tuck herself safely against him. Like a buffer to the dangers of the world. So she did, her arm sliding around his waist as she secured herself at his side. A Queen with her King.
"Now that you're home, is your first plan to kill Niklaus?" Rebekah queried, tilting her head in her half brother's direction with a smug smile.
Elijah lifted his hand, following Hayley's departure with his eyes. "Excuse me, just a moment." He trailed after her, leaving the two blonde siblings and Talia alone in the foyer.
Rebekah looked utterly confused by the mere idea of Elijah fancying Hayley, her blue gaze darting between the soulmates. "Where's he going?"
Talia shrugged, looking up at Klaus and squeezed his side with her fingers. "Nik, can you, um, make me a sandwich?"
He nodded, kissing the side of her head and released her, walking towards the kitchen with her trailing behind. "You're happy he's back, love?" He remained light, conversational, but she could sense the underlying jealousy.
His baby mama already had a thing for his brother, he worried his soulmate would, too. Talia shrugged, settling down at the kitchen counter. "Elijah was kind to me, when you weren't so much. But, he's not my soulmate and he's not my boyfriend. He's my family."
Klaus flinched at the word boyfriend as he fetched the bread from the cupboard, the muscles in his back flexing under his henley. "Marcel is still your boyfriend, then?"
"I guess so. We haven't talked about it. Why?" She kicked her legs, recalling that night. When she kissed Klaus, but it hadn't been a kiss.
When I kissed him . . . when I kissed him, everything changed.
When she kissed him, her heart exploded with feelings she didn't know she could feel. Even without the bond they were made for each other and it showed in everything.
Her dark eyes moved to the sandwich he placed in-front of her, adding a kiss to her head as an afterthought. He leaned against the counter, silent as she ate and she enjoyed that fact.
They sat there quietly as she finished the sandwich, her dark eyes meeting his pale pair. "Nik?"
He looked down at the half eaten sandwich and then back up to her earthy gaze. "Yes, love?" His fingers twitched and she reached forward, covering them with her own. He flipped their hands, beginning to play with her fingers without realizing. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, well, no, um . . ." Talia trailed off, remembering how this conversation had gone the last time they had tried to have it. "Well, uh, Nik . . . Niklaus, I - um, I want to put the bond back together." She squeezed his fingers, her eyes closing tight. "If you're not comfortable with that, though, we can find another solution or-"
He silenced her with a shushing sound, his fingers ghosting over her palm. "Sh, Talia. It's alright, you're alright." She wasn't sure how he had sensed her rising anxiety, perhaps it had been the rambling, but his words calmed her down almost instantly. It made her stomach stop flipping. "I want it back, of course I do, but we don't know what might happen. We'd need a powerful witch and even then . . . who knows the outcome?"
"I'll die either way, please."
His jaw ticked and he looked away, seeming to think it over. "You won't die, Talia. If you did, I'd lose my mind." He admitted it softly, his hand still locked with hers and she felt sparks shoot up her arm from where he touched her.
The urge to throw her arms around him and hold him forever was an intense one, but she merely lifted his hand and pressed her lips against it, closing her eyes and relaxing. He used his free hand to cup her face and she leaned into the gesture as he moved forwards, resting his forehead against hers.
The two soulmates sat intertwined, lost in each other. Unable to tell where one ended and the other began.
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That next day, Talia slipped into the pool, dressed in a bikini while Hayley hung out on the sidelines. The brunette was watching quietly, a book in her lap as the Companion swam laps. Finally, Hayley left her chair and came to the pool edge, dipping her tanned and shaven legs in the water.
"Hi, Talia." The pregnant werewolf's voice was soft, almost nervous as she peered at the Monroe while she swam up. "You've known Elijah awhile, right?"
Talia shrugged, making sure to keep her hair out of the water. "Yeah, I guess. Only, like, six months. Why?"
Hayley's head ducked, her dark eyes closing as she winced. "I slapped him."
"What?" Talia's eyebrows shot up, hitting her hairline as she stared with massive, saucer-like eyes at the wolf her soulmate had knocked up. "Why?"
Hayley shrugged, her head twisting as she licked her lips slowly. "He left and broke his promise. I just . . . I don't know. I felt like I had to, you know? Do you think he's mad?" Hayley worried with the edge of her shirt and Talia smiled softly, brushing the girl's knee with her fingertips.
"You'll be fine. If anything, he now respects the hell out of you, if he didn't before." Talia let the water tug her backwards, relaxing with the flow of the water. "Get in, little wolf, the water's nice." Talia winked, beginning to slowly swim in a lazy circle.
Hayley snorted but tugged off her shirt and shorts, revealing the small baby bump she had. "Flirting with me, Monroe?"
"You know it, sexy." Talia winked again, laughing and tossing her head back as Hayley slowly slipped into the water. "You alright?"
The werewolf nodded, smiling softly as she swam after Talia, the duo engaging in a splash fight. Talia shoved Hayley lightly, laughing loudly when the werewolf chased after her, splashing a lot of water over her.
Hayley dunked her under the water, completely soaking her curls and Talia laughed, pushing off the werewolf, though fear moved through her, causing her lungs to stop getting air for a moment. It felt like there was a vice around them and she gasped, moving to the side of the pool and climbing out for a moment.
On her hands and knees on the side of the pool, Talia felt her vision go dark as multiple violent flashbacks ran through her mind like a freight train.
Hands pushing her under water . . . Lungs burning for oxygen . . .Water filling her nose, her eyes, her mouth . . . Eyes burning as she cried . . . Pulling her up just in time to get air then proceeding to dunk her again . . . then, Hayley's hand on her shoulder pulled Talia back into the real world.
"Are you alright, Talia? I'm so sorry, I-"
The Companion shook her head, breathing deeply and sucking in large amounts of oxygen, soothing her beating heart. "I'm fine, it's alright. Just . . . memories." She looked up, meeting Klaus's gaze through the window and then he looked away.
He had no idea what to do.
Hayley nodded, looking worried as she fretted over the girl. "Are you sure? I really didn't mean to."
Talia brushed Hayley's hand, giving her a comforting smile. "I'm alright, Hayley, really." Grabbing her towel from a nearby chair, she wrapped it around her body and studied Hayley quietly. "You should relax more, it's healthy. You look beautiful, too, by the way."
The Companion moved into the house, dripping water as she went. Klaus came into view, stopping her in her tracks. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing before he looked away, unsure what to say.
1000 years gave him age, but, it didn't give him wisdom.
She moved forwards, passing him with a faint smile. Though, her mind returned to the memories. Klaus spun, his index lifted and his other hand rested behind his back. He looked awkward, almost out of place in-front of her. "Talia . . . I know you don't want to talk about it, but I need to know what happened. I need to be able to protect you, but how can I if I don't know who's after you?"
Talia swallowed, staring at him as she stood in the middle of the hallway in just a dripping bikini, her hair frizzy with chlorine and the towel loose around her body, held up only by her pinching her index and thumb over the fabric.
She looked away, trying to figure out how to explain what exactly had occurred. "The witches didn't have me long. I escaped within the day." She nodded, knowing that was a good start. "My freedom didn't last. They're called Fae People. Faeries, I suppose, is the common term. But, they're not small. Look like humans, act like humans, talk like humans. But, they're not human." She curled her fingers into fists. "Interested in the blood of a seperated soulmate and they love games."
Talia ran her hand through her hair, looking away from her soulmate who was fuming. The towel slipped as she looked away, pooling around her feet. But, she didn't worry about him staring at her body. Not that way.
Klaus's eyes were focused on her abdomen, since the bandaging was gone. Deep, scabbed cuts spelled out a name across her stomach.
Hybrid.
His eyes flashed gold, hands flexing and he moved forward, touching them with a certain gentleness, but rage made his shoulders shake. "You are mine. Mine. No-one - No-one will lay a bloody finger on you, Talia, never again." He lifted his wrist to his lips, biting into it, before holding it to her carefully. "You should not be branded, either, love."
She studied his arm and the already healing bite before bringing her lips to the wound, sucking slowly. The pain disappeared from her midsection and so did the word. The brand.
Klaus's eyebrows lifted as he studied her, signalling that he meant what he said.
Mine.
She was his and he was hers.
He was Klaus and she was Talia and they were meant to be.
Turning, Talia picked up her towel and ran up the stairs, leaving him behind in her wake.
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Curled up in one corner of the couch, Talia remained as far from human touch as she could get while sharing a couch with Klaus. He was reading a book of children's poems, Elijah was reading from another book and she was cradling 'The Mists of Avalon' against her chest.
Playing with a strand of her hair, she had spent all morning smoothing it back into a sleek bun, though there were still ridges along the top. She huffed, playing with the edge of the page.
The dripping of blood directed her attention to the coffee table where a pretty blonde was splayed across the top, her throat torn out and blood pooled on the carpet, the metallic smell in the air.
Klaus ran his thumb over the edge of his lip, cleaning off the excess blood but missed a drop, causing his soulmate to lean forward and lightly brush it off his scruff. He looked to her, his blue eyes darkening for an instant before he shook his head and looked down at the blood droplet on her thumb, carefully bringing it to his lips and licking it away.
Talia tugged her hand back to her chest a second later, feeling her heart flip. Stupid, stupid Klaus.
Looking away from him, the brunette swallowed as Rebekah entered the room, her heels clicking against the tile floors. "So, this is what you do the first time we're back as a family? Vampire book club?" Rebekah looked to Talia, who shrugged and hugged her hand to her chest, heart beating a rapid pace.
"Reading edifies the mind, sister," Klaus replied slowly, his eyes closed as he breathed through his nose, obviously trying to calm himself down of whatever emotional state was about to swamp over him. "Isn't that right, Elijah?"
Elijah flipped the page of the old book he was skimming, his dark eyes looking up from under his lashes at the trio. "Yes, that's quite right, Niklaus." Elijah's gaze darted to Talia and then moved to Rebekah and back to his brother.
"And what's this business?" Rebekah motioned to the dead body on the table, dripping blood on the expensive rug.
Elijah peered at the body as if seeing it for the first time, a faint flash of annoyance crossing his face. "This is a . . . peace offering." He flicked his fingers, almost like he was whisking away the issue of the dead girl with the movement.
Klaus looked up from his book, his arm resting on the back of the couch and Talia swallowed, looking between the Mikaelson siblings. "I presumed, after so much time desiccating in a coffin, that my big brother might be a bit peckish."
Talia moved forward, resting her legs on Klaus's lap then followed by her resting her hand near his. He interlocked their fingers without much hesitation, the slightest of smiles on his face. He was relaxed, calmer with Elijah there. He was happier with his family.
"So I explained to my little brother that forgiveness cannot be bought." His eyes darted to Talia, narrowing a fraction. "At least in most cases."
She glared at him, at the mere idea that Klaus had bought her forgiveness. He was still earning it and Elijah had no right to say such a stupid thing. "I'd prefer to simply see a change in behavior that indicates contrition and personal growth." Elijah flipped the page, his eyebrows lifting slightly. "Not this," he once again pointed lazily to the body, "nonsense."
Rebekah sighed, appearing quite annoyed by the conversation and Talia went to move away from Klaus, but he squeezed her hand, pausing her.
She swallowed, closing her eyes and smoothed down her hair. "I couldn't very well let her go to waste, could I?" Klaus smiled, though his voice signalled something else. He and Elijah were no longer talking about the body.
Elijah's eyebrows knit together and he gave the Hybrid a reprimanding look. "Well," Rebekah cut in, disbelief clear in her tone, "I suppose I'll fetch the rubbish bin because she's staining a 200-year-old carpet." Talia flinched under her friend's stiff tone, her shoulders curling inwards and head ducking.
Klaus rubbed her hand, calming her almost instantly with just his touch and a smile. "Oh, yes." Elijah eyed the blood dripping onto the carpet, his lips parted slightly.
Hayley walked past and Elijah stood, placing his book on the table behind the couch the soulmates sat on, following after the pregnant wolf.
Talia squeezed Klaus's hand and tilted her head to the side, studying his side profile as he read. "Penny for your thoughts?" His gaze remained fixated on the page, tongue darting out to run across his lower lip.
"I'm thinking about the multiple ways I can tear a man's liver out." He met her dark eyes, a smile dancing on his lips. "Wondering if Fae people have similar biological bodies like us."
She laughed, releasing his hand to cover her mouth, attempting to stifle the giggles. "Dumbass."
Klaus smirked, closing the book and standing, stretching his arms high above his head. "Mm, hold your tongue, Talia, before you lose it." He reached forward, brushing an eyelash off her cheek, his blue gaze darting to her lips for just a second before he continued sauntering towards. the kitchen.
Talia's index and middle finger lifted to her lips, closing her eyes as she remembered that night. How her heart had exploded at his mere touch.
Her fingers trailed down, falling back onto her lap with a frustrated sigh. If the world was perfect, she and Klaus would be in a relationship. Nothing would go wrong. They would be happy.
Her head fell back, a groan escaping her. Sadly, the world was not perfect.
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