finn mikaelson (devotedacolyte) wrote in storybrooketown, @ 2015-02-06 21:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | tvd verse: camille o'connell (couchtime) |
who: Finn Mikaelson and Camille
what: Finn goes a'hunting and finds a good catch.
when: This evening
where: Out.
rating: PG-13
Finn wasn't a complicated man. His siblings might see it as a bore, but Finn always considered himself a visionary. Determined, focused, always keeping an eye on the big picture. He saw things for what they were, not for what he wanted them to be. He took the present into account, he weighed it, measured it, and he found it wanting for the all these centuries. Not that he experienced much of them. After all, Klaus kept him daggered and tucked away from most of it. Nevertheless, Finn could see the threads in the deceitful, masterful tapestry that was this life. This world. This pathetic existence his siblings had been eking out for a millennium.
His siblings operated on whims. They operated on fantasies and streaks of vengeance and lust. Finn was not so easily swayed. Finn had purpose. That purpose, such as it was, drove him day in and day out. He doggedly stuck to it. Even in the face of his mother's hypocrisy. Even in the face of his father's reemergence. In the face of Kol's unsurprising flippancy. Finn knew what he was doing. He knew the plan. Being dragged to Storybrooke did little to dissuade or distract him. In fact, it could only make his task easier. His family was forbidden from leaving this town, unable to run once he turned the tides. He just had to find another source to draw from. His mother was absent and his father alive and unfettered. It was a setback, sure, but Finn was not deterred. His siblings were weighted so heavily by their attachments to others, it would be easy to find another source of leverage.
That source came unbidden in the form of Camille. Yet again. He had been walking through the town, examining and learning, when he caught sight of her. How perfect. It wasn't often his siblings befriended someone so very vulnerable and so very human. She was a perfect target - naive, too defiant for her own good, and easily damaged. Whatever affection he may have felt at one point had quickly settled to the pit of his stomach and hardened into bitterness, and so it was with no qualms that he fell into step behind her. He followed her for a good bit before quickly making a turn to cross a sidestreet, doubling his steps so that he could cut her off.
As Camille neared the alleyway, Finn stepped from the shadows, arms casually at his sides and a dangerous smirk on his dark features. "Hello, Cami," he greeted her coldly.