Freya Mikaelson is Tired™ (frelsi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-05-22 06:30:00 |
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The good news was that it seemed Evie’s dreams had come to an end and without the need for Freya to do a resurrection spell on her girlfriend. So there was that. But when she’d gotten Elijah’s call, she could tell that something was wrong. It was in his voice. No matter how composed he may present himself, Freya was well acquainted with the vocal intonation of her siblings and thus knew that something was troubling Elijah.
Which of course meant that the blonde was now at the door, with a bottle of booze on the ready. She had a fairly good idea on what was to come. Elijah might know that she was a witch now thanks to the random time in the past but she never had gone into the how of it, or the Dreams. It hadn’t really been the time for such discussions and then it had been to Jordan, then the orc invasion and then dealing with Evie’s dream issues…
So Freya rang the bell and then waited.
**
With the onset of the dreams, Elijah had been reaching out to his siblings more often than even normal. His dreamscape was full of such unpleasantness. If he had considered his parents awful in real life, they seemed to be almost caricatures of themselves. A witch and an overbearing Viking. But the love for his siblings was still there. Without one of his closest siblings. Freya has died in the dreamworld. When she was still quite young. It pained Elijah to think that he had never gotten the chance to be close with her.
Opening the door, he offered a tight smile at the bottle in hand. “Can you read me quite so easily, Sister?” He questioned, only half teasing.
**
Freya well remembered what it was like what it had been like in the early Dreams. That connection to her siblings hadn’t existed at all for her beyond with Finn. The promise she had made to Elijah while he had still been in Esther’s womb only for her to never meet him. The desperate searching for them and running from Dahlia. Then seeing them at Christmas in 1914 and another 100 year sleep. It had been hard.
And the slight teasing comment and tight smile. Yeah. She had definitely put the correct pieces together.
“It’s my job as older sister.” And because it was clear to her that it was needed, Freya hugged Elijah before stepping inside.
“Figured it would come in handy.” For both of them. Because for Freya to explain where she had been would mean she would have to talk about Dahlia. And even with the woman dead in both worlds, those wounds had run deep and weren’t so easily discussed.
***
“A skill I wish you didn’t require,” Elijah answered lightly enough. But she hugged him and his arms wound around her in return, squeezing her tightly before stepping back to allow her entrance.
“Perhaps the living room?” It would likely be for the best to be as comfortable as possible in this discussion. “I’ll get some glasses.” He had a feeling, as well, that they would likely go through the better part of the bottle. And that Freya would be spending the night.
**
All Freya could do was shrug. After all, it was a skill learned years ago. But hugs were good and necessary. Especially in dealing with supposed sibling death (and the deaths that would come to pass) and trying to deal with the emotional fallout from them. Even with knowing that things were different here, some things were harder to ignore than others. Some things crossed over. Not just abilities or injuries or items, but the emotions that were always strongest. Which was the bond of siblings in their family.
“Sounds like a plan.”
With Elijah going to get glasses, Freya sat on the couch and placed the bottle on the table.
***
He returned quickly enough, two glasses in hand. And he took action as a host should, pouring drinks first for Freya and then for himself before settling into the couch beside her, taking a long sip before he said anything.
“How much do you know?” Or suspect, perhaps. That she was a witch might imply that she was also dreaming.
**
Taking the offered drink, Freya took a sip and watched Elijah. She wasn’t quite sure where he was in the Dreams, how far he’d gotten. Which was one of the main reasons she was waiting for him to lead the conversation. She needed that idea. It wasn’t something so easy to talk about at first, even knowing he’d been on the network, she hadn’t been sure how to broach the topic and then with everything that had gone on….
And here they were.
Oh Elijah, thinking he was going to have to tell her she was dead, instead she would be filling in the blanks. The lies.
“That Esther was barren and went to a powerful witch she knew and trusted for a spell to have children, Dahlia.” There was a hardness at the mention of their aunt for all that she had done, “And the price for the spell to have children was the first born.”
***
Elijah blinked at that. It was certainly more than he was aware of. “...you did not die as a child, then?” He questioned, sitting forward slightly.
“I have dreamed of a life centuries before this one. With the same brothers but only one sister. And a hardness between Esther and Mikael that we dared not mention.” They had all seen it, though.
**
Freya nodded some. Before she’d been taken, Esther hadn’t been a witch but apparently her being taken by Dahlia was what made her decide to go back to the craft. And look what it had wrought.
“No. Our mother was pregnant with you when Dahlia came and ripped me away from our family.” Perhaps in a way, that was why Finn could never grow close to their younger siblings. He remembered her being taken.
“In the time of the Vikings I’m guessing?” He hadn’t mentioned the vampire thing yet and that was something Freya didn’t know how to answer. “I fear I may be to blame for that…. According to Finn, after I was taken, our father changed.”
***
Elijah nodded, though his frown deepened at the thought that her abduction had been to blame for their father’s personality change. He had often wondered how his parents had ended up tied to one another when it was so clear that there was hurt between them.
“It was Esther’s fault,” he advised. “For making such a deal to begin with. And Mikael’s for taking out his disappointment on his offspring. And on Niklaus.” He sighed softly at that.
“I do know that he was not our full sibling but he was merely a child. No matter what he did it drew Mikael’s ire.” No matter how Elijah had attempted to protect him.
**
Freya had a lot of unresolved issues when it came to Esther in the Dreams. Yes, she had killed her. Yes she had been resurrected and had done what she needed to protect her children. But it didn’t erase any of what she had done before then. And while she only had the memories of a father who had loved her and had always been so kind in the Dreams, she knew things were different here and while she had missed most of it because she’d always been busy with some after school activity or with Dahlia or then she’d been away at university…. It was a mess.
“Yes. It is…”
Even though she and Klaus were on perfectly fine terms here and in the dreams at this point, she also still remembered how they had been. Thankful she’d been taken so that Klaus could be born because of Esther’s affair.
“Our paths will end up crossing, though.”
It was just a complicated mess as the Dreams always seemed to be when involving their family.
***
“Will they?” That, at least, seemed to relieve Elijah. “Good. I cannot picture a life without all of my siblings.” It was an unbearable thought. Though they had been happy enough, between bouts of Mikael’s anger, the siblings banding together.
Then a thought seemed to occur to him. Dahlia and Esther had been witches in the dreamworld and now Freya was one in their real life. Was it more than mere coincidence? “Did the dreams alter you?” And he hoped she understood precisely what he was asking because he couldn’t seem to find the words to say it without putting things quite bluntly. And Elijah always strived to be tactful.
**
The reference to all siblings caused Freya to take a well timed sip of her drink. Between the fact that Kol and Rebekah were usually elsewhere, Henrik would die before they were all reunited and Finn would die as well…. It wasn’t nearly has connected with all of them as Freya would have liked. But there wasn’t much that could be done about that.
And oh thank goodness. A change of topic. Mostly, not like it was a great one.
“That they did. Let’s just say I’m the reason our parents had to suddenly remodel their kitchen back in October.” The joys of losing control of her emotions and thus magic after a month of migraines and struggling to breathe because the magic and her body were fighting one another. And when people like her lost control of their emotions, entire villages could burn.
***
“Not that I gave it much thought, but that does explain some things,” Elijah answered, half smiling. After all, Esther and Mikael were always concerned with appearances. He’d supposed it was something akin to keeping up with the Joneses.
“Am I in for something of a similar transition?” There were certain things that Elijah had no wish to learn but that was one thing in particular. Would he be a witch as his sister was? Or something else entirely?
**
They really were concerned about keeping up appearances though she did understand the why of it. Besides appearances it was just the fact that she had burst some pipes. “Then again, there might have been some burst pipes.” Not that she felt bad about it in the slightest. Oh no. She had been more concerned about how Finn would handle it all since he hadn’t been all that familiar with the Dreams himself at the time. But she was also relieved he’d been there to get her out given everything that had happened.
Then the question….
“You are.” Because it wasn’t like she’d lie to her brother about it. She just...didn’t know how to explain it. She could answer questions but going straight into it? Not so much.
***
Lips twitched at that. “You burst their pipes?” He’d seen some of the things that she could accomplish with her magic. This didn’t seem as though it would be entirely out of the realm of possibility. “Was it something they did?” As per usual.
But he sobered slightly at the confirmation. With no additional details given he wasn’t entirely sure if Freya wished to talk about it nor was he entirely sure how to broach the subject. So Elijah settled for a nod and a long sip. “I suppose I shall have to brace myself.”
**
“They were being their usual judgemental selves, though it wasn’t exactly planned. I didn’t realize what was happening, that my headaches and everything was the magic from the dreams…. So after a month of it building up, they made comments, I lost control of both my temper and abilities and next thing you know, water pipes are burst, fire from the stove, howling winds and a bunch of dead birds.” And bleeding from the eyes and coughing up blood. But Elijah didn’t need to know about that. She hadn’t any need for spells requiring so much magic recently and well…. That had been when it all first started, before she had gotten full control.
And he didn’t push it. Which was definitely a relief. “That’s all you really can do, I’m afraid.”
***
He shifted on the couch, one hand stretching out to rest over hers. Their parents knew exactly which buttons to push to elicit the responses they wanted. Though he warranted they had never expected such a response from their eldest.
“It must take a toll on you.”
**
“The magic? Not so much anymore. At first it did as I was adjusting and growing used to it and gaining more control. Now though it’s simply a part of me, second nature.” She had to be careful because of the nature of it, but the magic itself? Not so much. It also didn’t help that she had basically only been back in the states for two months at the time and then all of that happened. Orange County worked fast sometimes.
***
“Good. I am glad you’ve adjusted.” He would hate to see any of his siblings in distress. And Freya had painted a rather distressing picture of her powers and the way they had destroyed their parent’s kitchen.
“And I am sure I, too, shall adjust to whatever comes.
**
That was the hard thing about the Dreams. Seeing their siblings hurting and being unable to do anything about it because it was just the Dreams even when the emotions and worry could pass over. And while the kitchen incident had been quite hectic, in the end it was more the first step of understanding her abilities and thus that sort of thing wasn’t something she needed to worry about happening. Barring any serious moment of completely losing it in terms of her emotions. That was something Freya wasn’t looking to find out.
“You will, but you have all of us to help you.” Hopefully it would be enough.
***
“A fact for which I am exceedingly grateful, Sister.” If Elijah had been going through this on his own, he wouldn’t have known where to turn. That his siblings, at the very least, had gone through this same thing provided a small amount of comfort, even if he wished they hadn’t needed to.
“I wish I had been able to be there for you.” Instead he had been completely oblivious.
**
Freya nodded some. As if they would ever let their siblings go through this sort of thing alone. At least….those who were in the know. It really was a bit more complicated trying to explain the certain changes to those who weren’t on the network and dealing with the Dreams.
“Well you are now that you know what’s going on and I’m sure these dreams aren’t done with me yet.”
***
“Indeed I am,” Elijah answered. “Thank you, Freya. Both for the support and for the drinks.” He offered something of a wry smile.
“And I trust you shall call on me should the dreamworld offer up any additional hardships.”
**
“Who are the Mikaelsons if there isn’t a drink involved?” Because really now. It was their go to in times like this.
“I will.” Dahlia was long gone but she knew that conversation was bound to come up eventually. After all, Elijah himself would end up dreaming of the woman. Still, that was another story for another time.
***