Freya Mikaelson is Tired™ (frelsi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-10-07 16:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, freya mikaelson, vincent griffith |
Who: Freya and Vincent
What: Catching up and dream talk
When: Oct 7 - Evening
Where: Vincent’s apartment
Warnings: Low
Status: Log | Complete
Vincent had finally, fully moved into his apartment. It took longer than he would like to admit. Although that was mostly because he had spent more time on campus, getting his office ready. Not to mention his syllabi and outlining the main points he wanted to cover in his lectures. It certainly took priority over unpacking his apartment. But it was ready, which meant Vincent was ready for guests. Freya Mikaelson was the first person he thought of to invite over. Back when they both lived in Paris she had spent plenty of time at the apartment he shared with Eva, as had Marguerite, but he had already caught up with her. Unfortunately he hadn’t had much of a chance to catch up with Freya yet.
Vincent had sent the texts inviting her a few days in advance. He knew she kept a busy schedule, it was always best to give her plenty of notice. However, if he knew then what he knew now he might not have invited her. He wasn’t angry with her for his dreams per say. He couldn’t exactly blame her for her dream actions, but it was a bit awkward. His memory of her was foggy, but he was pretty sure she had removed her brother’s, Finn of all people, soul from his body and then put some spell on him to put him to sleep. He was trying to push all that aside, to the back of his mind so he could just enjoy the evening with his old friend.
Vincent had a cheese platter set out on the coffee table accompanied by an ice bucket with a nice bottle of merlot. He was just grabbing two glasses when he heard the knock on the door. Vincent left them on the kitchen counter placing a smile on his face as he went to answer the door. “Freya,” he greeted reaching out to give her a hug. “It’s been too long.”
Freya was always up for visiting and reconnecting with friends. Yes, she did tend to keep busy and sometimes that even meant emergency trips such as the one to New York to fill in during UN and Global Citizen week at the last minute. So the heads up was definitely appreciated so that she could make sure she had no conflicts - at least planned ones.
One thing she was thankful for though was the arrival of the pendant from her dreams. After everything that had happened at her parents’ house and the loss of control of her magic, it had been a relief when it had shown up because it acted as a grounding mechanism so that she wasn’t struggling to breathe or dealing with constant migraines. Even knowing that changes could occur thanks to the dreams, the whole thing had still caught Freya off guard.
Making her way to Vincent’s, she had a feeling that Eva wasn’t around otherwise she was pretty certain the woman would show up on the network. Undoubtedly though she’d figure it out soon enough. So once she got to her destination, the blonde knocked and smiled as Vincent opened the door, returning the hug.
“Vincent. It really has been.”
“Come in,” Vincent said releasing her from the hug, leading her into his apartment. It wasn’t your typical bachelor pad, although Vincent was indeed a newly found bachelor. His apartment though, it had a classic feel to it, full of antique furniture, bookshelves adorned almost every wall full of books on philosophy. “It’s not much,” he commented grabbing the glasses from the kitchen counter that overlooked the living area. “But at least I finally moved in.”
He set the glasses down on the coffee table pouring them each a glass of wine. Vincent handed her a glass before taking his over to one of the arm chairs leaving the couch for her. “How have you been?” Hopefully better than him. As in dream free.
And Freya’s theory about Eva not being in the picture anymore was further solidified based on the size and set up of the apartment. Definitely did not have the feeling of a married couple living there. Interesting, though even the strongest seeming of relationships could and did end. No matter.
“Moving in is definitely a big step.” With all the moving she did for work, Freya knew how important it was to have your place set up and as a home - even if it was only for a short period of time. Yes, it could be exhausting work, but when you came back from a long day at work? It made all the difference in the world.
Taking the glass of wine, Freya went to the couch and sat down, contemplating the question. There was a lot to unpack on the dream front - something she rarely did with others because there were always other dreams people were dealing with that hers got pushed to the side. She was on the run from Dahlia, yet stuck with her whenever she was in the spelled sleep state. Her magic had crossed over and now that was something she needed to learn how to manage, though the pendant she now wore religiously helped at least keep it from trying to kill her because of how much there was. That wasn’t even touching the conversation with her parents that had led to the loss of control.
“Busy. Had to fill in at UN Week at the last minute, then came back to all the craziness. How about you? Family drama. The usual. What about you? How is it being a professor?”
Vincent didn’t know much about Freya’s family. In real life or the dreams. In both places it was obvious there was a strong bond, from the few times Freya had talked about them and then what they did for Finn in the dreams. He couldn’t help but be curious as to what exactly the drama was, now that he was dreaming about the Mikaelsons. But he also knew if Freya wanted to talk about it she would tell him. He respected people’s boundaries. Though his brow did raise at the comment.
“How was that?” he asked referring to her week at the UN, choosing not to verbally respond about her family.
“It’s been.. different. This past week was better than the first. But that probably has more to do with everything that was going on than my classes itself. At least I hope that was the reason,” he chuckled before taking a sip of his wine.
The Mikaelson family could be complicated. Freya didn’t exactly have information about what happened in the dreams beyond what snippets she’d been told. But even here it could be complicated though most of the drama and stress was because of her parents and not her siblings. Not something she really wanted to get into though. No, it was much easier to just talk about work and things of the like.
“It was good. A lot of different talks, but with Global Citizen Week, there were also concerts and people joining together for a common cause which was really great.”
And then Vincent’s answer about his first week or so of teaching.
“Pretty sure it was more the things going on. Which I’m told is more common than it should be with weird things happening. But you’ll adapt.”
“I must admit I’m a bit jealous.” This was a time where the world should be coming together. He was doing his best to do his part, donating what he could. But to be at the UN, discussing matters at hand? That was a whole other level. Knowing how hard working and dedicated Freya was, it was an experience Freya certainly deserved.
“You know,” Vincent commented. “I’ve been told the same thing. I didn’t believe it at first.” Of course his attitude was changing now, having experienced the strangeness first hand and then of course the dreams.
“Is that so?” Amused, Freya took a sip of wine. It was true, this was a time where the world should be coming together. Yet they were in this hellish mess and while a lot of people were coming forward, donating and volunteering, others seemed to be emboldened by the rhetoric of hate and bigotry.
“It is hard to believe. I was here a few weeks and suddenly I was fighting off demons with a frying pan, then I come back from New York and all that was going on.” Not to mention the fact she now had magic that she could use. Things showing up from the dreams, poison and the pendant she now wore and her grimoire and spell books for said practice of magic.
Freya was the third person that mentioned demons to him. Vincent hadn’t noticed anything, although he had just moved to the area at the time they were apparently around. The mercenaries and odd weather and behavior was the first incident Vincent had truly noticed.
“Fighting demons with a frying pan?” he questioned. “Remind me to stay out of the way when you’re cooking.” A joke, obviously. But if she could fight demons with a frying pan she sure as hell could fight a human.
Another sip of wine and Vincent suddenly grew serious. That joking tone set aside. “Has anything else strange happened?”
It was a lot to take in and it was only because Elijah had shown her his vampire speed when she had pressed him on what he’d been hiding from her that she had been even remotely prepared for demons. Yes, Evie and others had mentioned things could happen that defied logic, dangerous things. But there was a difference between being told something and seeing it.
“Oh yes, I’m quite lethal.” Perhaps she was, inadvertently thanks to Dahlia. Even these weeks later, Mathias’ death sometimes would pop up in mind, all he had done was love her and wanted her and their child to be free of Dahlia and he had died. Which tied into her guilt over Christina getting kicked out of university all for loving her. Still, it was teasing and she wasn’t going to let that weigh her down.
Or Vincent could grow serious and the question basically gave her an idea on what he meant.
“Strange dreams that feel as if they were memory. Things showing up from said dreams. You?”
Perhaps he should have stuck to joking. After everything that had happened lately they both probably needed the break. But those dreams were nagging at him. He couldn’t help himself. Freya was in his dreams. She didn’t have as much of a presence as Eva, but she was there along with her family.
“Dreams that are like memories, yes,” he confirmed. “No items.” Was that really a thing too? Where did it end. “What have you received?”
She supposed it was only a matter of time until Vincent would dream. After all, she’d been convinced she had died young and thus wouldn’t have any dreams, yet that clearly hadn’t been the case. So of course Vincent would end up having dreams as well. Not that she knew what they were about or that she often talked about her own as there was usually some other thing that needed to be dealt with.
A break would have been nice, but it was what it was.
“This pendant for one. A grimoire and books….” Well, he did ask, “Also a bottle of strong poison.”
Vincent did know what she was in the dreams. He was the same thing. So it didn’t surprise him at all that she had received a grimoire. And now that she mentioned the pendant it looked oddly familiar. Like he had seen it before although he wasn’t exactly sure where. Somewhere in the dreams he had to assume.
But what really caught his attention was the poison. In fact he almost spit out the wine he had just taken a sip of. “Poison?” he echoed. “Why poison?” Did she try to poison someone else? Or did someone try to poison her? If it was the later Vincent already hated them.
Only herself. It was complicated and there was so much to unpack in it. But she was the one who mentioned the poison so she probably should answer the question. So taking a sip of her wine, Freya sighed.
“Why it showed up? I don’t know. But in the dreams I used it to try and kill myself, which failed.” That was the simplest way to explain it without all the complicated issues involving Dahlia and Mathias. Not that there was ever a simple way to explain why poison from the dreams randomly showed up given the reason she had used it.
Of course that brought a frown to Vincent’s face. He wasn’t sure his dream self felt about Freya just yet. But here? He cared about her. He didn’t want any harm, emotional or physical to happen to her in this life or the dreams. “I‘m glad it failed,” he replied. “I’m sorry you felt like you had to do that though.” He was unaware of the fact she had also attempted suicide in college. But he still felt uneasy with her having the poison here. In case feelings from dreams carried over. “What did you do with it?”
Freya wasn’t sure how she felt about the suicide attempt failing. Obviously in the real world, she was happy she had failed as she had managed to make a life and escape Dahlia. But in the dreams? She still wasn’t sure if it wouldn’t have been better. The woman only cared about her in order to siphon off her power, it was the only reason she had even taken care of her as it wasn’t like Dahlia would be able to siphon her power if she were starving or sick. She didn’t even have the ability to die or die on her own terms.
“So am I.” About it all, she might not be completely sure about that in regards to the dreams but it was true enough. As for what she did with said poison?
“It’s hidden away for now.” She didn’t know why she didn’t just get rid of it. It would have made sense to. Put it in the cooler with the horse head. But there had been so much going on that day that it had slipped her mind.
Another frown. He wasn’t sure it was the best idea for Freya to have it. Not that it was really his place to say anything. Or assume she would ever actually use it. But he couldn’t help himself. She was his friend. “Just promise you’ll call me if you ever get the slightest idea about using it.” Hopefully she wouldn’t take that the wrong way. He just didn’t want her to do anything to harm herself. Even if that was the last thing on her mind.
Freya nearly choked on her wine at the comment as using the poison on herself was the last thing on her mind. Okay, so she probably should have realized how it might sound and that Vincent would be worried. As it was, she was caught off guard by the comment but nodded. “If I ever get the slightest idea about using it, I will call. Promise.”
Shaking her head some, she sighed.
“So what about you? You mentioned dreams as well though no objects. Are you okay?” Because she knew all too well how upsetting they could be.
Freya’s reaction was a relief. He could tell that it wasn’t something she had even considered. Hopefully his statement hadn’t insulted her. He was just worried. “Thank you,” he replied taking a sip from his glass. At least she didn’t seem upset with him. That was a plus.
“I’m fine.” He supposed he owed her an explanation to his own dreams as well, especially with what he just made her promise. “Mine have mostly been about growing up in New Orleans, and Eva.” He purposely left out the part where he had seen her. That she had put some sort of spell on him. She didn’t need that added to her plate right now.
There was no insult taken. It had been confusing initially before she had put together why he might say what he did. And Freya had to admit it made sense and she would probably worry if someone she cared about said they had poison from the dreams because they had tried to kill themselves in said dreams.
Nodding some, Freya took a sip of her wine.
“That’s not too surprising. I think a lot of people have dreams that somehow mirror their own lives in some way. Familiar people, that sort of thing. I’m not sure what it actually means, but that’s what I’ve gotten from others.” Yes, she’d stayed with Dahlia for a time when she was younger because she’d been sick, but there was a severe lack of her siblings in her Dreams even as she was trying to find them while they all thought she was dead.
What Freya said made sense. While there was certainly no magic in his real life, he had grown up in New Orleans, had married Eva and lost a child. Just like in this dreams. However Freya’s next comment caused a raised brow from Vincent. What she’d gotten from others? Did that mean she didn’t have familiar people in her dreams? Off since Freya was certainly in his. “You haven’t had the same experience?”
The question was a fair one and Freya sighed and took a sip of her wine before shrugging.
“Not exactly. Norway during the time of the Vikings. My aunt took me from my family when I was five. So the only people who have factored into my dreams were my parents and Finn in the first couple, and then the rest has only been Dahlia.”
And for someone who had always been close to her siblings, even while abroad? It was hard dealing with that distance, of not knowing them in the Dreams. Sure, she was searching for them now but it wasn’t the same.
During the time of the Vikings? But how was that possible? He knew he certainly wasn’t from that time and Freya was in his dreams. He also knew about vampires, but Freya wasn’t one. She couldn’t be one and do magic. That much he knew.
“Are you immortal?” And how was she immortal? He couldn’t help but be curious. So curious in fact that he didn’t even realize he had let something slip.
“Uh, why do you ask?” True, there were circumstances to explain longevity. Witches tended to age slower and then you add in the spell Dahlia had done. She’d dreamt of centuries searching for her siblings in that year of being awake once she ran from Dahlia. But how why would Vincent think to ask about how long she could live?
Shit.
Should he not have asked that? It was clear now that Freya had no idea she was in his dreams. That had to mean she hadn’t dreamt of him, yet? Or would she at all? He had no idea. This dream thing was still new to him. But the least he could was answer her questions.
“You were in my dreams. And they take place in the 21st century.”
Oh. That explained it. She clearly hadn’t gotten that far into the future in her dreams, however she did know that it was possible that she could show up in the 21st century if she was able to evade Dahlia for that long as she knew her aunt in the dreams would undoubtedly kill her for betraying her, killing her unborn child and running.
She also knew that people could share dreams.
“Oh. Well, the aunt who stole me from my family linked us together in order to make herself stronger by siphoning my power and then did a spell that is effectively an immortality spell. We sleep for a century and then have one year to live, then repeat the cycle.”
And that century was hell even as she continued to evade Dahlia when they were both awake.
“That is a very long nap,” Vincent commented because really what else was there to say. “But it does explain how you are alive in both Viking times and in the 21st century I suppose.” He still couldn’t help but frown. Freya’s dreams sounded miserable. Not that his were a walk in the park but still. “I’m sorry you have to go through that.”
“That it is.” But really, what more was there to say? It wasn’t like Freya was the type to go into details if she could avoid it. So what those ‘very long naps’ meant on a psychological level? No need to get into that. Especially as this was supposed to be two friends catching up and enjoying a drink.
“Thanks. I do my best to remind myself that things are different here.” Mostly. Dahlia was always there, in the back of her mind. But again, no need to go into that.
“Why don’t we change the topic to something less depressing, hmm?”
Vincent was all for a subject change. He didn’t exactly want to think about his dreams anymore. And he certainly didn’t want to depress Freya. “Good idea. I’ll tell you all about my first two weeks as a professor.”