Freya Mikaelson is Tired™ (frelsi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-10-01 12:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, finn mikaelson, freya mikaelson |
Who: Finn, Freya, plus NPC!Parents
What: Family ‘check in’ and loss of control over magic
When: 1 October 2017
Where: Mikaelson parents house to
Warnings: References to blood
Status: Log | Complete
It wasn’t that Freya was actively avoiding her parents, it was just she had gotten busy with a number of different projects and things that were going on. Really, it was her default. True, some of the things which had come up involved the Dreams, but it was just the way life was. Besides, she really didn’t have anything to say to them or talk to them about. She was getting settled in her work (including surprise trips), doing her best to be there for her siblings, helping Percy with his non-profit, yoga and just general seeing friends and trying to be there for them (which led to a lot of concern for Evie with all she was dealing with currently), Orange County weirdness, as well as the headaches and feelings of tightness in her chest which she usually just ignored… she just had no reason to go see her parents.
Yes, she was frustrated and angry about their reaction to everything that had brought her back, and there was also a feeling of bitterness and anger at her mother thanks to her own dreams of being given away like nothing to Dahlia but those feelings were only on top of all the other reasons she hadn’t gone to see them since it had become clear they wouldn’t listen to reason.
So now she was being summoned and Freya had to admit that she was feeling a bit… suspicious. Though as she was let into the kitchen (how very familial feeling), she quirked a brow as she saw Finn.
“Any idea what this is about?”
Finn had been asked by Esther if he could come by to talk about a few things regarding one of her non-profit organizations that he was going to be working on now that he was in California. However, when he’d arrived at the house, he had been told to wait in the kitchen and not long after Freya had come in. Upon seeing his sister, it became clear that he and their mother were likely not going to be going over business that afternoon.
“I don’t know about you, but I was under the impression that our mother and I were going to be going over business things.” Seeing his sister suddenly caused him to recall a dream he’d had the night before. It had been a strange dream that included Esther and their aunt Dahlia. Finn and Freya had been small children and Esther had been pregnant with Elijah and at the end, Freya had gone with Dahlia. He hadn’t thought anything of it when he’d woken that morning, but now it was coming back in vivid detail and he realized that the strangest thing about the dream had been the setting.
Well, wasn’t that interesting? And suddenly that suspicious feeling was heightened for Freya. Why would their mother need to lie to Finn about why she wanted him there? Or had she just forgotten one meeting and set up another? That was also likely but to Freya less likely. No, this was a set up. Already she could feel yet another headache building but pushed it aside.
“I just got a request to stop by. I guess she could have somehow learned about my helping Percy with his own non-profit.” Because how dare she help a friend instead of family even though Finn had that all under control.
Of course there wasn’t much time to consider it further as Esther walked in, Mikael following.
“Hello, you two.” With hugs out of the way, Freya just looked to Finn curiously before returning her attention to their parents. “How have you been settling back in?”
Okay… normal enough question…. But Freya couldn’t shake the suspicion. It didn’t help that her own dreams involved Dahlia, which was bringing up all sorts of issues that Freya usually tried to push to the side. The truth is your mother doesn’t want you. And the familiar tightness in her chest which had been more and more common as of late that Freya just pushed aside.
“Fine…”
“As if there aren’t about a million of them that aren’t run by her.” Finn said, shaking his head slightly. After seeing Freya he had absolutely no idea what they were doing there and he was sure that it wasn’t going to be long before they found out. Of course, seeing as how they weren’t children anymore, it wasn’t as if their parents could really do anything to them.
When their parents did come into the kitchen he found it odd that they had decided to do whatever it was they were doing in this particular room instead of the living room or office. “Just fine.”
“Something something loyal to the family name, I’m sure.” It was ridiculous. Even if Freya weren’t dealing with the dreams, she still would think it absurd. Then again, Esther had always had certain ideas on how Freya should live her life as the oldest daughter. Appropriate marriages and the like - things she had hoped to escape when she went to school overseas.
While Finn thought it odd that they were in the kitchen, Freya couldn’t help but think it was all about staging. Give the appearance that they were nothing more than a normal family who would just talk and catch up while around an island in a kitchen or the like. Living rooms and offices were too formal for that. At least in the Mikaelson home. So this was probably some attempt to act like nothing was wrong or no underlying motivation.
“That’s wonderful to hear. I’m sure it must be strange being back in America after so long away. We were just worried that you might be having trouble adjusting.”
Okay. That was….feasible, but Freya still was suspicious and just pinched the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes, the headache getting worse.
“Mary Ann mentioned seeing you leaving a yoga studio, Freya.”
This should get interesting, especially as Mikael decided to comment.
“I don’t understand the appeal. It’s absurd and not American.”
“Well it helps me deal with conversations like this.” The comment was muttered under her breath as Freya opened her eyes again to shoot Finn a look. Clearly them no longer being children didn’t seem to matter to their parents. Always with the condescension and ‘concerns’ about their wellbeing.
“I adjusted well enough when I moved to a foreign country, so moving back home shouldn’t be any more difficult.” Finn crossed his arms over his chest as he watched their parents, his brow furrowing slightly as they brought up yoga, “I’m sorry, but you disapprove of yoga? Did you bring us here to comment on our various forms of exercise?” Finn had never been one to sit back while their parents, mostly their father, criticized them for the things they chose to do.
“It’s just…”
Outside the wind had seemed to pick up, despite the fact the weather said that there wasn’t going to be wind.
“Just what?”
The headache and tightness in her chest were getting stronger, but now Freya wanted to know just what the real point of this was.
“Well, Mary Ann mentioned that you’d been spending a lot of time with this one person--”
“So now I’m not allowed to have friends? Has Finn made friends you also don’t approve of? Are we back to micromanaging those we socialize with to fit your perfect image?”
“I just know how close you are to Elijah and don’t want to see you make that same choice.”
And a branch crashed into the window, the wind picking up outside.
“You cannot be serious.”
Finn was only vaguely aware of the weather outside, because he was too focused on how ridiculous their parents were at the moment, “You do realize that homosexuality isn’t something one can catch, right? Nor is it a choice.” Finn did not like the idea of their parents, or anyone for that matter, disapproving of the way his siblings lived their lives, especially when it came to their love lives. “And if you’re worried about your image, you shouldn’t be. It’s actually no longer the nineteen fifties.”
Even though she knew that her siblings wouldn’t care one way or the other now, Esther’s comment brought back Dahlia’s voice and words from university. How she would bring shame to the family, how they would throw her out and that she was disgusting. Breathing was getting harder, her head felt like it was going to split open.
“Because god forbid your children find someone they love and who loves them if they don’t fit what you think they should.”
Eyes narrowed, it was as if the wind from outside had entered the house, though again Freya paid no matter to it. There was just too much going on in her to actually care.
“Do you want to know why the others want nothing to do with you? This!”
And the faucet suddenly burst, water shooting into the air.
“You’re so obsessed with your perfect family image that you would sell us all down river for not being what you want! You say the family is in crisis? That’s all your doing with your bigotry and hatred!”
Freya was unaware that she had started bleeding from the eyes, though she was struggling to catch her breath and gripped the edge of the kitchen island, head bowed.
“Freya!”
Looking up quickly, another burst of magic hit as flames kicked up from the stove. Freya gasped in pain and started coughing up blood, bowing her head again as she closed her eyes tightly. Breathe. She needed to breathe but that was sort of hard at the moment, both Esther and Mikael seeming shocked by the outburst, the blood and the fact that burst faucet and sudden fire on the stove and wind inside.
When the faucet burst and the stove suddenly caught on fire, Finn took a step back, trying to figure out what was going on. However, when Freya started coughing up blood, Finn rushed towards his sister. “Freya. Freya, what’s wrong?” It hadn’t dawned on Finn just yet that Freya was the one who was causing all of this; all he knew was that he needed to help his sister. Not caring about the blood, he wrapped his arms around Freya and pulled her against his body in an attempt to comfort her, “Freya, you’re alright.”
Everything felt like a whirlwind inside of her. The magic felt as though it were tearing her apart from the inside out, which in a way it was because she had no control and was too worked up. She tried so hard to be a calming influence for her siblings, to never show weakness but right now that wasn’t an option.
Elijah was right, something had been wrong with her all month but she had ignored it because there had always been some logical explanation and he was overreacting. Or so she had thought. Now though?
Feeling Finn pull her to him, Freya struggled to focus on his heartbeat and breathing, to try and match it in some attempt to calm down. In the Dreams there was Dahlia, harmonizing but that wasn’t an option.
“I can’t breathe… it feels like my lungs and heart are going to burst.”
She was struggling for her words and shaking, voice strained, as their parents seemed too confused and trying to diffuse the water and fire situation - undoubtedly it was the pipes as that at least made sense of something going wrong. She just couldn’t be here. It was too much, there was too much stress and she couldn’t think or breathe and everything hurt. It was almost like when she’d had pneumonia, only worse.
Not caring what their parents thought, Finn began leading Freya towards the back door, “Come on.” He didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he did know that his sister needed his help and he was going to do whatever he could for her, “Just take slow breaths.” Reaching the back door, he pulled it open and began ushering Freya into the yard.
Right, slow breaths. She could do that. Even being away from the tension and stress that came with their parents should help. In theory. However once they were outside, Freya felt the inability to breathe again as she saw the ground littered with dead birds.
Just like in the dreams.
Oh god, she was losing control and didn’t know what to do and she was still bleeding from the eyes and started coughing up more blood - it was as if she were drowning in blood.
“I can’t be here, Finn” Stumbling, Freya gripped onto her brother in between coughing spasms as her legs went weak, “Please get me away.” If she were away, maybe she wouldn’t be so stressed and making things worse.
“Of course.” He began leading Freya through the yard, towards the front where their cars were. Finn would do anything that his sister asked, especially if it was for her health and clearly this was that case. “Do you want to go to the hospital?” He could only imagine that coughing up blood and having blood come out of one’s eyes would warrant a trip to the hospital.
Did she want to go to the hospital? Not particularly. Freya knew what was wrong with her after a month of ignoring it, and it wasn’t like it was something a hospital could exactly diagnose or fix. But she knew that all outward symptoms would scream that she needed to go to the hospital. So how did she answer? Finn was on the network, he knew about the Dreams in so much what he might see people post about. Whether he’d had any or put much stock in it? She didn’t know but it was tied to all of that now that she knew what it was. At the car, Freya let out a slow breath.
“I don’t think a hospital can help. I just need someplace quiet and less stressful.”
She hoped. She really really hoped.
Finn was reluctant about not bringing Freya to the hospital, but she seemed sure that she would be okay, so he relented. “Alright. I’m taking you to my place. We can get your car later.” He fished his keys out of his pocket and pressed the unlock button before opening the door for Freya. He still had no idea what had happened back there, but it had certainly been abnormal. Almost like the strange things that had he had noticed happening in the OC as of late. None of it made any sense to him.
Freya was relieved that Finn wasn’t pushing the hospital thing. She would understand if he had of course, however she knew it wouldn’t do any good and it would just lead to more questions. No, it was better to just go somewhere quiet where she could relax and calm down. That was the best option at the moment. So once she got in the car and closed the door, the blonde rested her head against the window and just focused on her breathing. She’d figure the rest out later.