Freya Mikaelson is Tired™ (frelsi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-10-17 13:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, freya mikaelson, niklaus mikaelson |
Who: Freya and Klaus
What: Magic Deconstruction and learning truths
When: 17 October
Where: Their apartment
Warnings: Low
Status: Log | Complete
Another dream, another headache. Well no. Thanks to the amulet Freya now had, she was at least somewhat anchored. In the dreams she had no place to call home which meant that she was anchorless despite her power. Here, it sometimes felt the same though at least she had the bond of her siblings. Still, she hadn’t exactly practiced much either. Feather floating and untying a knot being all she had attempted so far. There was a combination of reasons - work, not knowing what to do or expect, not even knowing what to do. But the dreams did show her what was possible - such as using magic and magically breaking out of a witch asylum. Really, she needed to practice. Especially with the nature of Orange County.
Back at the apartment after doing some work, Freya leaned against the wall as she looked at her brother.
“You don’t happen to still have that necklace you got from the dreams, do you?” The theory she was working on was that by reverse engineering and deconstructing the spell, it would help with both practice and control. Never let it be said that Freya Mikaelson did anything half assed.
Freya wasn’t the only one with new dreams. Niklaus had also dreamed quite a bit. All about New Orleans and Marcel, or as he was known in the dreams, Marcellus. Klaus had named him. Had raised him. Turned him. The man was the closest thing Klaus had to a son, hence giving Marcel the necklace Esther had given him. Eventually Mikael came to town, burning New Orleans to the ground. The Mikaelsons fled once again, leaving Marcellus behind to die.
Klaus had spent the day painting. It was how he dealt with things, got his frustration out. The piece he was currently working on was full of black, shades of grey, deep reds swirled over the canvas representing the blood Mikael had spilled. The way he had stake Marcel like that. Fed on him. Each brush stroke was angrier than the last.
Freya brought him out of his daze, his anger lessening a bit. It was just the dreams. He shouldn’t let it affect him so much. But hey, at least he was painting instead of drinking this time.
The necklace? How ironic when he had just dreamed of giving it to Marcel. He swore his sister was psychic, must have come with those powers of hers. “Yeah,” he replied setting the paint brush down. “Why?”
Freya wasn’t as good at separating herself from the dreams as she liked to claim. Though admittedly, all that really seemed to crossover for her was the constant feeling of isolation and desperate need to find her siblings and then everything with Dahlia because it all compounded her issues with her aunt from this world. Still, it was easiest to just focus on the here and now and do whatever worked. So if Klaus wanted to do angry painting? So be it.
Though she was a bit concerned given how angry he’d been using that paint brush before she had spoken.
“Practice.” Which… didn’t exactly explain much. “Working on control and everything with the magic thing.” Thing, as if it weren’t a major part of her and could be quite devastating both in terms of power and on herself if she didn’t have that control. “I want to see if I can deconstruct the spell as one method of learning. If you’re okay with it.” After all, Klaus hadn’t seemed to want the necklace, but there was that strange pull of items as seen with Freya’s coffin-turned-bookshelf.
Klaus was more than okay with it. He didn’t exactly trust anything Esther gave him, but it still would be nice to know why the hell the necklace didn’t protect him from Mikael. In fact it only seemed to make the man beat him more while trying to take the necklace away.
Silently he got up, retrieved the necklace from his bedroom bringing it back to Freya. “By all means,” he said handing it over to her. “Just one condition,” he added that famous Niklaus Mikaelson smirk on his face. “You tell me what you find.”
“Why am I not surprised that’s your condition. But yes, I’ll tell you what I find.” Going to her room, Freya got what she needed, along with her spell books and grimoire as there were a number of different protection spells that it might be. As well as a spell that was a bit more complicated in case it was a spell she didn’t have (which given she had accrued centuries of magical knowledge thanks to the dreams seemed unlikely).
Candles set up, Freya began to chant. Nothing. Pausing, she narrowed her eyes but went to another spell to try. Again nothing. It wasn’t that it didn’t have magic in it, that it had shown up without any or that it had only been a trinket said to be spelled. No. She could feel the magic in the necklace.
Okay. More complicated undoing spell it was.
Well, it was only fair she told him what she found. It was his necklace after all. Besides that Klaus hated being out of the loop or not knowing things that his siblings did. Magical necklace or who was going on vacation. No matter what it was, whenever Klaus was left out it just brought him back to that feeling of never belonging. Bastard child syndrome.
Klaus watched as his sister worked her magic… literally. It started off promising enough but then she seemed to switch spells. He furrowed his brow as he continued to watch her. “Problem?” he questioned when she paused for the second time.
Knowing that with the more complicated undoing spell that she would need to be more grounded - and to make sure she had each step noted, it was a bit of a longer break. Looking at Klaus, she shrugged.
“Not sure. The two protection spells I know for sure didn’t work so I’m going to try something different.”
Moving her head side to side to loosen her neck and shoulders, Freya refocused her attention on the spell and began the chant. Definitely a more complicated spell but it was at least working. So that was a good sign. After what was longer than it should have been had it been what it was advertised as, Freya stopped and caught her breath. Then she wrote down what she found and started going through her different spell books before looking at Klaus curiously.
“What exactly did she say this was?”
What the hell was going on? Freya looked caught off guard. Shocked, even. And then she was flipping through her books and writing something down. Klaus wasn’t an idiot. He knew she had found something interesting. Probably something that contradicted what Esther had told him. Which was even more evident by her question.
“Something about Starling birds being important and how it will protect me. If I ever need her I was supposed to just clasp it and she would show up.” A bunch of bull shit if you asked him. “Why?”
While Freya hadn’t dealt with their mother in her dreams, she knew that animals could be important to a witch. A totem so to speak. So a Starling bird as representational to her wouldn’t be so shocking. Though it was clear that their mother had been lying because that was not what Freya had picked up.
“Because I just worked backwards on it to figure out the enchantment she used. It wasn’t a protection enchantment but an enchantment that weakens strength and aggression.”
Freya didn’t know how Mikael had changed after she had been taken, she knew that he was apparently worse than here and she knew basic Viking history. She also had knowledge of vampires and werewolves and she knew that Klaus was a hybrid in the dreams. Still, the necklace was definitely not what it was advertised as.
At Freya’s words the confusion left his face, replaced with rage. “She weakened me?!” he growled.
Honestly it didn’t surprise him. He was the only sibling that had gotten a necklace. Of course Esther wouldn’t weaken her other children. The non-bastards. Only Klaus. The child she cared least about despite what she tried to lead him to believe. The fact that it would suppress his werewolf side hadn’t even crossed his mind.
While the thought hadn’t crossed Klaus’ mind, it did cross Freya’s. It wasn’t even that she was their mother’s biggest fan. Hardly, but she did recall the lore and so she could see the magical reasoning even if she didn’t agree.
“The werewolf curse is triggered by killing, if your aggression and strength are weakened, there’s less chance of that happening.”
There were always many layers when it came to dealing with Esther. And even if she were trying to keep Klaus from activating the werewolf curse for whatever reason, there were costs to that.
What a hypocrite. “She assured I would by turning me into a vampire,” he spat. He wasn’t angry at Freya. This wasn’t her fault. But he was definitely pissed off. How dare Esther do that to him.
“I should have known better.” Now he was angry with his dreamself. It didn’t matter that he had been a child when he received the necklace. Esther always had been and always would be a backstabbing bitch.
While Klaus was angry (rightfully so), Freya remained still and calm. She still wasn’t quite sure what to make of it all. Yes, she had figured out the spell and the practice was a good thing… and she really had no idea what Esther had been thinking, but anything involving magic or vampires or werewolves was bound to be more complex than they were really used to with only dreams to guide them.
“You were a child, Klaus. Which is when we believe those who are supposed to protect us.” Dahlia had killed that in Freya when she was five, but she knew that wasn’t normal. “I don’t pretend to know her mind, I can only look at the magic and what I know about the mythos of the dreams.”
Klaus wasn’t going to argue the point with Freya. It was what it was. “I’d be worried about you if you did know her mind.” You’d have to be seriously fucked up for that. Mikael too. “But thanks, I guess.” It was nice to know what the necklace actually meant at least and why it never protected him.
“So would I.” Because really, who wanted to know what went through Esther’s mind? Sighing, Freya nodded. It wasn’t easy knowing what the necklace actually was. However there wasn’t much that could be done about it. She’d just wanted to practice and it wasn’t like Klaus had wanted the necklace. No matter. Spells done, she blew out the candles and put everything away. She was a bit tired now, but that was why she practiced, to get stronger.