Freya Mikaelson is Tired™ (frelsi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-12-25 18:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, freya mikaelson, vincent griffith |
Who: Freya and Vincent
What: Drinks and dream discussions
When: Early December (before the 15th)
Where: Random bar
Warnings: Low
Status: Log | Complete
Something was off. Vincent wasn’t sure what it was exactly but he felt different. Not just because of the random nosebleeds and constant headaches. There was something else. Vincent didn’t have the time to deal with it though. Or his recent dreams. There was going to be another war between the witches and vampires. The Mikaelsons to be specific. Led by Davina. Vincent wanted to leave New Orleans, get away from magic, but he couldn’t leave Davina now. Especially since he was the one that suggested her as Regent. He had to push all that aside though. Focus on his real life. Finals were fast approaching. Vincent had a lot of grading to do, papers, projects, and soon tests.
However, he was taking a break for just an hour to meet Freya for drinks. With all the Mikaelson hatred in his dreams he was beginning to feel distant from her and that was the last thing he wanted. Vincent arrived at the bar before his friend, taking a seat and ordering himself an old fashioned. He could feel another headache coming on, rubbing his temples as he waited.
Freya was… well, there was always something going on with her and so she just powered through it. Besides, with four younger brothers to contend with who dealt with the dreams and then Henrick and Rebekah elsewhere… well, it was good to be able to get away for an hour and see a friend.
Things in her own dreams seemed to be at a standstill. Nothing since she had dreamt of giving Elijah and Rebekah an ultimatum on how to defeat Dahlia. Side with her or Klaus. Or as she had told Elijah, he better ensure that Klaus wouldn’t mess up their plan. It was… odd to say the least but she understood. She understood the desperation to get away from Dahlia. And after so many years isolated…
But it didn’t matter here. Here she had her siblings and Dahlia was still off in Europe somewhere, undoubtedly being horrid but not to her. Right now it was finishing up work and getting to the bar. Through transportation spell because she’d been running behind. Good. No one in the alley she had gone to. Stepping in, the blonde quickly noticed her friend and headed over.
“Hey. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” Though she could tell that something was off. Call it intuition. “Everything okay?”
“Hey,” Vincent replied forcing a smile when Freya approached. Not that he wasn’t happy to see Freya, because he was. His head was just killing him. “Don’t worry about it. I just arrived myself.” As if on cue the bartender came over handing Vincent his drink. Proof that he had only just gotten there.
He let Freya place her order before answering her question. “I’m fine, just a headache. Must be all that essay reading.” Oh the joys of being a professor. However, he didn’t want to talk about his work. Not tonight. “How are you? Enjoying being back with your family?” Yes Freya had talked about her siblings on occasion back when they lived in Paris, but it wasn’t until he started dreaming that he realized just how important the Mikaelsons were to each other. A bond he assumed carried over to the waking world.
Well that was good that she hadn’t kept Vincent waiting too long. Yes she had cheated in getting there, but that was completely irrelevant. She noticed the forced smile but didn’t have much time to respond as the bartender showed up with Vincent’s drink. Giving her own order, Freya sat down and quirked a brow at the comment about the headache.
“Are you sure that’s what it is?” Absently she fiddled with her pendant. Because Freya was all too familiar with that reasoning. She had told herself it was nothing but stress and work and that was the reason behind the headache. The reason behind the shortness of breath and erratic heartbeat.
As for her family?
“I am.” She hadn’t been there for always and forever in the Dreams, that bond was for the Original Vampires, she was just there. Desperate to be part of it, to have someone fight for her for once after centuries under Dahlia’s heel, isolated from anyone who might actually care. Still, that closeness and bond did exist in the real world and for that she was grateful. No matter how much of a headache her brothers gave her.
Vincent ignored Freya’s first question. Focussing on the subject of her family instead. “You guys have some big holiday plans?” Of course in the dreams Vincent was well aware of the fact that the Mikaelson siblings didn’t get along with their parents. But he wasn’t aware of the fact that they didn’t exactly get along here. Honestly, he didn’t know much about them. Well other than Freya and Finn of course.
He took a sip of his drink before rubbing his temples once again. Man, his head was killing him. Another sip as he tried to ignore it and just enjoy the evening with his friend.
Did Vincent honestly think that Freya would notice the fact that he ignored her first question? She had six younger siblings. She was all too familiar with that move. But she would indulge him. For now. “Nothing that’s been discussed. If anything, it’ll just be us siblings.” Which was fine by Freya. She knew that Elijah, Klaus and Kol wouldn’t do anything with them and she would choose her siblings over her parents always.
Then she once again noticed that Vincent was rubbing his temples. Not only that? She could feel the magic. It was a weird sensation, being able to pick up on those who had powers but she could still tell.
“You do realize your headache isn’t a normal headache, right?” Because what was being subtle?
Vincent found that hard to believe. Even though the Mikaelsons were dysfunctional it seemed to him as though they had an unreadable bond. At least in the dreams. Perhaps he was making too many assumptions based on the dreams. After all he knew Freya and Finn before he started dreaming. They had lived away from their siblings then. Perhaps the bond wasn’t as strong here. However he did notice she said if they did anything it would just be the siblings. At least that answered his questions about the parents. However before he could comment on it Freya was back on his headache.
Vincent raised a brow at her question. Yes, he knew something was off. He could feel it. But a headache was a headache. “And what kind of headache is it?”
Oh, the bond still existed and they were all close. However there were always a bunch of moving pieces and with Dream drama and real life drama constantly happening, sometimes things such as planning something to do for the holidays got lost in the mix. Still, no matter where she’d been, the bond for Freya had always remained. Still, there were more pressing matters at hand. Such as Vincent’s headaches.
“Magic. Your body is adjusting to it. It’s the same thing that happened to me a few months ago. The more you ignore it, the worse it will get.”
She knew that in the dreams Vincent wanted to avoid the magic but he couldn’t exactly ignore it right now. It was up to him on what he’d do but he still would need to find a way to ground himself so that the magic didn’t destroy him either.
Magic?
If Vincent hadn’t seen some of the strange things that happened in this place he would have sworn he was hearing things. The headaches were magic. And it happened to Freya a few months ago? What exactly did that mean? She could do magic? Was she as powerful as she was in the dreams?
“I’m going to need more details than that,” Vincent said finishing off his drink and signaling for another. “What happened to you?”
Wasn’t that always the way? Though Freya supposed that made sense. Even though he was on the network and even though she had told him about items she’d received, she hadn’t exactly mentioned the magic that had crossed over as well. Vincent had been too new to the area, Freya had still be adjusting to it and it never really had come up. Until now.
“Items aren’t the only thing that cross over. All of September I’d been dealing with migraines, shortness of breath. I brushed it off as stress related until I couldn’t.”
So reassuring. Taking a sip of her drink, Freya continued once Vincent’s drink had been delivered.
“My parents had called me and Finn to their place under the guise of talking business for Finn and catching up for me when it was really to question life choices I was apparently making. Migraine got worse, next thing I know, pipes are burst, oven on fire, dead birds in the lawn, wind going insane and I’m coughing up blood.”
Absently Freya fiddled with the amulet.
“You know the Dreams. You know what it means for a witch if there is too much power, or a spell is too powerful and what it does to their body.”
Motioning for another drink as well, the blonde waited until hers had been refilled before tearing off a piece of napkin. Not quite a caterpillar but she was still able to transfigure it into a butterfly as proof that was also small enough to go unnoticed by people in the bar.
That was too much for Vincent to take in. He felt bad for Freya, scared for himself. Even in the dreams he wanted nothing to do with magic. He felt the same way here. Even if it would come in handy with everything that seemed to happen in this place. He would rather be without. He could manage just fine without. Had been his entire life.
Man, his head hurt.
He went to pick up his drink, ready to take a nice long sip. But instead as he reached for it the glass shattered, the liquid spilling all over the bar. Well, at least he hadn’t burst any pipes. But still. “Shit.”
Freya couldn’t help him with not wanting to deal with magic. All she could do was answer questions on why his body was acting up, why he was dealing with the headaches and nosebleeds. It’d be up to him to figure out where to go from there. She didn’t even respond when his glass shattered.
“Yeah.”
Smiling some to the poor bartender who seemed very confused by what had happened and came to clean it up, she waited until it was just them again before turning her attention back to Vincent.
“Even if you just find something that grounds you like you need in the dreams, that should help. Usually the place you feel of as home. I didn’t have that option,” Thanks for that, Dahlia. Really. “But I had this.” Once again, Freya fiddled with her amulet. “If you like, I can make you something similar to at least ground your body isn’t at war with itself.” It would be up to Vincent whether or not he actually did any magic.
Vincent also didn’t have a place that felt like home in the dreams. Even being one of the most powerful witches, he never felt at home in the Treme coven. He didn’t like magic and all the power. There was nothing to carry over from the dreams to the waking world. However, Freya seemed to know more about the dreams and magic in general. Probably because she had had them longer. Both here and in the dreams. After all in the dreams she was hundreds of years old. Even if she was asleep for most of her life.
“Yeah,” Vincent said looking at where he had accidentally shattered the glass. “That’d probably be a good idea,” a pause as he locked his eyes on her. “Thank you.”
Oh the joys of waking up with decades, or in Freya’s case - centuries, worth of magic and knowledge and the body having to find a way to somehow adapt to that. Which definitely was not easy to manage. So having someone to help? Freya figured that would be helpful and it wasn’t like she minded.
“Yeah, of course. What’re friends for?”