Tyler Lockwood (lockwolf) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-05-02 15:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, freya mikaelson, tyler lockwood |
Who: Freya and Tyler
What: Tyler brings Freya soup because of Klaus
When: Early April - A few days after Freya woke up from her self-induced coma
Where: Freya and Klaus’
Warnings: Low/none
Status: Log | Complete
Tyler was beginning to become resigned to becoming Klaus’s errand boy for the rest of his long, eternal life. So when Klaus had told Tyler to deliver some fancy soup to Freya’s house, Tyler hadn’t raised any objections. Delivering soup was sure better than being forced to kill, or help Klaus kill, his friends. Even if it was a little awkward seeing Freya again. He’d seen her at a distance at Klaus’s art gallery, but Tyler had avoided talking to her. It really was weird talking to someone he’d been forced to stalk not too long ago.
But, well, he had no choice in the matter. And so, the bag containing the soup in hand, he rang Freya’s doorbell.
Freya appreciated her brother’s concern. Really. She did. She had it for each of her siblings and may have set up an early warning system to let her know if anything was coming for them specifically. Okay yes, she also had set one up for Orange County as well following the whole near apocalypse thing but that was less influenced by general concern for her siblings.
Still, she had a lot of work to make up from work and Pimpernel Outreach from her week long coma and while she had managed to convince Klaus that she could in fact leave the house, she knew he was going to be, well him. Because it wasn’t like he could be there all the time or would want to even as they lived together.
Hearing the knock at the door, Freya put the work she’d brought home with her to the side. No messages from friends or brothers to let her know they were coming. Odd. No matter, going to the door, she opened it and quirked a brow.
“Tyler, hello.” Now that was unexpected.
“Hey,” Tyler greeted her. “I swear I’m not stalking you again. Klaus asked me,” as far as Klaus could really be said to ask Tyler to do anything, given that Tyler never had a choice in the matter, “to bring you this.” He held up the bag containing the soup so Freya could see. “It’s some kind of fancy soup.”
Well, that was surprising. “I suppose it shouldn’t so shocking my brother would take an off handed comment about a soup I had in Ukraine as a sign to see if someone could find it.” The nice thing about being so close to Los Angeles (and really, there were plenty of similar places in Orange County) was the wide variety of different regional foods. Of course, she also didn’t know about the sire bond. Freya had very strong feelings about people not having a choice in the things they did and would be more than slight pissed off to realize her brother was using some mythical bond to force Tyler to run his errands.
Smiling, Freya took the bag containing the soup.
“Still, thank you. Did you want to come in?” After all, she saw no reason not to invite Tyler in, especially after getting her soup. It wasn’t like she held the stalking against him given everything that had been going on once she realized he meant no ill will.
Tyler knew better to get involved with the Mikaelsons, but it wasn’t like he had much of a choice in the matter these days. Anyway, as far as Mikaelsons went, Freya seemed far less insane than the rest of her family. “Sure,” Tyler said, and stepped over the threshold.
While Freya was a Mikaelson - especially when it involved her family and protecting them, she also didn’t go out of her way to make enemies and instead focused on her work helping others and just doing what she could. Besides, it never hurt to have a witch ally on your side. Though something pricked in the back of her mind, that she had heard Tyler’s name before in passing in the Dreams during the research to find all the seven werewolf lines and how he’d been the last of his and was killed. Until Hayley had found Keelin it seemed.
No matter though. Closing the door, Freya started to the kitchen.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“I’m a vampire, so yeah,” Tyler said, grinning a little. He had never known a vampire to turn down a drink when it was offered. He followed her into the kitchen, looking around as he went. He’d never actually been inside Klaus’s house, and it was kind of interesting to see how he lived.
There was something that had been bothering him though, since he’d first met Freya, and he wondered how to broach the subject. After a moment, he decided that head-on was probably the best approach. “So I never saw you in the dreams.” He’d never even heard of her before. “I take it you didn’t become a vampire like the rest of your family?”
“And every surface can be described as covered in bourbon.” Smirking some, Freya went and grabbed a couple of cups as well as said bourbon. Really though, there was of course a variety of choices. Glasses poured, Freya handed Tyler his glass. Just as he asked his question.
Though she supposed it made sense. And officially answered her own question on if he was from the same dream world or just a similar one.
“That would be because I’m a witch.” Which was how she had managed to snap his neck during the whole stalking thing. “I was separated from my family and our mother lied and told them I had died before they moved to the new world. I finally was reunited with them in...2014 I want to say?” Keeping track of years tended to be complicated with the Chambre de Chasse and then the time not matching up to year here.
Tyler had suspected she may have been a witch - the only people he'd ever known who could snap someone's neck without touching them had been witches, and while he knew Heretics - vampires who could use magic - existed, he also knew they were fairly rare. But he also knew that witches typically had human lifespans. “So your a thousand-year-old witch in the dreams, huh? How'd that work? You weren't hanging out with your mom on the Other Side, were you?”
Freya actually scoffed at the mention of her ‘hanging out’ with Esther. The woman had sold her to be a slave to Dahlia and then had the gall to say that she lost her ‘light’ that she’d had when she’d been five. Well that was because Dahlia had killed that light and she’d done what was necessary to survive. But Tyler didn’t need to know all of that, just that she really had no interest in what her mother had to say in the Dreams. Or really even here. There really was no love actually lost between the Mikaelson children and their parents.
“No. The person I’d been sold to in exchange for Esther to be able to have children was obsessed with gaining power and so she linked our lives together and created a spell that allowed us to sleep for a hundred years while still gaining that power, and then would awaken for one year, only to repeat the process all over again.”
Yet another thing Freya wasn’t necessarily happy about. Then running from Dahlia for centuries while connected to her in the Chambre de Chasse so she never truly got away until she hid in the Dowager Fauline Cottage for her sleep and joined up with her siblings. That was the only benefit to it, finally being able to join up with the siblings she’d been so desperate to be a part of and finally freed of Dahlia.
“I heard of the Other Side, of course. But never actually was there.”
“I can’t decide if that’s better or worse than The Other Side,” Tyler said, and after a moments thought said, “but probably worse.” He’d only been on it briefly, but he’d heard of The Other Side plenty. You were all alone over there, with no one to talk to, but at least you could watch your loved ones go about their own life. He wasn’t sure where he’d gone when Damon had finally killed him for good, but at least his dream self had found Vicki and had made amends with her. “That’s rough. Needing to adjust to a hundred years of change in only one year doesn’t sound easy.”
“It’s hard to say not having done both.” Which was about where Freya would leave it. There was a lot in those thousand years of being separated from her siblings, when she was more or less still conscious in the Chambre de Chasse but connected to Dahlia even while trying to hide from the woman. But that was also something that really didn’t need to be gone into. “It certainly had its moments.”
Then again given the nature of her family and the constant stress, it wasn’t uncommon for Freya to just brush things off to deal with the next big crisis at hand.
“What about you? How exactly do you know my family? You weren’t exactly around when I showed up.” Color her curious given she had seen what happened with those who grew close to the Mikaelsons, as well as their numerous enemies.
“They ruined my life,” Tyler grumbled. It was weird how different his relationship with Klaus was here as opposed to the dreams. Here, he actually liked the man. He knew a big part of that was probably the sire bond that bound them, but if Klaus had been like this in the dreams, Tyler wasn’t so sure he would have turned against him. “Klaus turned me into a hybrid, made me nearly kill my girlfriend, murdered my mother, and then slept with my girlfriend.” Among other things. It might be better if he left out how he’d gone after Klaus in New Orleans.
Well. That was…. A lot. And yet based on what she knew of her brother in the dreams? Not so terribly shocking. So instead, Freya just took a drink of her bourbon. Still, it was true that things were bound to be different here than in the dreams. Still, it was better to leave out the trying to go after Klaus thing. Dreams or not, Freya was protective of her family even if she was also capable of understanding the sentiments.
“Well. Sounds like you are one of many from my observations.”
“Yeah, Klaus really isn’t very good at making friends,” Tyler said dryly. “You should probably be grateful you missed the first thousand years of his vampirism.” Not that he really envied her much with the next few years in the dreams. “At least he’s not like that here.”
While she wouldn’t exactly say it, the slight nod and shrug Freya gave basically confirmed what Tyler just said about how Klaus wasn’t really good at making friends. Charming people when he wanted to? Sure. But in the dreams he had seemed to be much more interested in making people fear him, which led to enemies. Which led to being poisoned and siblings cursed and bitten with seemingly incurable hybrid bites. That at least had been resolved.
“It’s hard to say what would have happened had I been around.”
From what she had managed to gather from gossip and talk was that after her ‘death’, their father turned into the monster that everyone else knew him as, Esther cheated and thus Klaus was born which rekindled the seeming marriage and led to the births of Kol, Rebekah and Henrik and Esther wouldn’t have started to practice magic again which in turn led to the creation of the vampires. If she had been there… well, things would have probably been a lot different.
“Fair enough. Though it makes sense. While similar, our lives are still different as well. We can’t exactly control the dreams, just what we do with the knowledge and abilities that cross over.”
Tyler had learned long ago that he couldn’t control what happened in the dreams, but it had taught him who to be wary of. Strangely, the two people he hated the most in the dreams had turned out to be better people in real life. He didn’t trust Damon, but at least he wasn’t worried that he was going to bash his head in or tear out his throat (and given the fact that Tyler was a hybrid, he almost welcome the attempt). Klaus, well, Tyler knew that he was forced to like Klaus because of his sire bond, but he was sure that even without it he would still be fond of the man who was his nemesis in the dreams.
“And you? What have you been doing with your abilities?”
It really was a good thing that Freya was rather adept as adjusting to what life threw at her. Then again, given she had spent the past ten years moving from country to country for year to year and a half long contract jobs with the U.N and other IGOs, it was a necessary skill. But it was one which had come in use when it came to dealing with the dreams and compartmentalizing those from her real life. Not always the easiest of things, but still doable. All while maintaining her busy schedule of numerous projects and keeping tabs on and in touch with her siblings.
“Protecting people and this place, despite some complaints I may get about that.” Klaus’ way of showing his concern was demanding to know why she had to put her life at risk for everyone. All while she continued to wait for some crisis to hit her family here where she would need to use her abilities like she did in the Dreams.
“What about you? Have your abilities been needed here?”
A Mikaelson protecting people who weren’t Mikaelsons. His eyebrows rose on his forehead in surprise, and he had to admit that he was impressed. “A little,” Tyler said. “My ex-girlfriend,” it still hurt to think of Blossom, but he was trying to move passed it, “dreamed of being a superhero. So when shit hit the fan we’d try to go out and help. But for the most part I try to stay out of it. I had enough risking my life in my dreams; I’d rather not die here.”
Freya did like to do the unexpected. It helped that her family didn’t have a thousand years worth of enemies to randomly show up and cause problems so that the witch could focus on other things. Both her work with the UN and Pimpernel Outreach, as well as county issues as well. Nor was she offended by the shock. After all, if Tyler only knew her family from the Dreams for the most part, well… they were who they were.
“That makes sense.” Not Freya’s personal preference but hey, some people got enough of the bullshit in the dreams, why tempt fate? She knew her brother would prefer she took Tyler’s approach but it wasn’t the way Freya was wired.
“I never asked for any of this. There’s no reason I should let it control my life more than it has to,” he said, a little defensively. Not that he’d sensed any judgement from Freya, but he still felt it. The idea that he had these powers and he should do something more with them. But all he’d ever wanted was to play sports, maybe professionally, and live his life. Now he couldn’t play professionally because he was a damn vampire, and he was sired to someone who had the potential to be a psychopath, especially if he lived another thousand years, and he deserved to keep everything else as normal as possible.
Freya quirked a brow at the defensive tone that Tyler took. She knew that tone, she had six younger siblings, it came with the nature of being the eldest sibling. Instead she just raised her glass in means of a toast.
“Well, to making these abilities work for us no matter what way that is.” They all had to deal with what crossed over, it was up to each individual to choose what was best for them.
Tyler wasn’t much one for toasts more elaborate than ‘to alcohol!’ but he could appreciate a good one when it came out. “I’ll drink to that,” he said, raising his glass as well and clinking it against Freya’s.