Who: Finn Mikaelson What: New dreams and a new reflection When: Friday, February 22nd. Morning. Where: Finn's Condo Rating/Warnings: Family Friendly Status: Complete
To say that Finn was surprised to start dreaming again was an understatement. His last dream, which had been at least four months ago and considering he’d been killed by one of Elena Gilbert’s friends, he had been fairly certain that his dreams were over. Then again after dreaming of his death he had begun to question some things Freya had said about some of her dreams, primarily about Klaus’ daughter and a plot he had been part of, which obviously hadn’t come to pass before he’d gotten a White Oak stake through the heart.
However, as the months passed, he’d put much of that into the back of his mind and had eventually forgotten about it. At least until tonight when he’d woken suddenly after an interesting series of dreams which had found himself, Esther and Kol resurrected into the bodies of witches in New Orleans. Klaus and Elijah were there as well, but clearly didn’t realize just who they really were. Esther had a plan and she’d needed Finn and Kol to help orchestrate it and it appeared that they were both more than happy to help.
Sighing, Finn dragged himself out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to begin his morning routine as his mind continued to play over the various events of his newest dreams. Stepping into the bathroom, he stopped in front of the mirror, still grateful that he wasn’t the kind of vampire without a reflection however, upon seeing his reflection in the glass, he couldn’t help but stare, shocked because the reflection that stared back was not his own but that of Vincent Griffith; the witch whose body he was possessing in the dreams.
In shock, his gaze dropped to his hands, which were clearly still his own hands and as he touched his face, it felt no different than usual, but when he looked in the mirror he didn’t see his own reflection anymore.