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It wasn't often that i feared for my life, typically once every month, on the night the moon was full. My family and I had it pretty good. I wouldn't call this ideal, but then again nothing ever is. We lived comfortably, to say the least, not royally, but comfortably. And that was the way it had been my entire life until just recently, when the werewolf pack moved in not too far from our home. Peace is kept 29 days out of 30 but there's no saying what destruction we may wake up to the morning after the full moon.

The entire concept of werewolves was preposterous to me, like a tale that mothers told their children at night just to scare them out of going out alone at night. But they are real, and they're near to us, turning into these hideous creatures once a month. Nonetheless, i felt safe and comfortable living here mostly. And like i said, things were peaceful, but every once in a while there's a door that wasn't locked quite tight enough or a person who just wasn't careful enough. I wouldn't complain, life here was comfortable at the least, often pleasant, especially some of the young men. The men i couldn't help but to stare at despite how many times my mother scolded me for it when we were in public, claiming that a woman "should not take pleasure in a man who is not her husband".

I can't help it, and i get in a lot of trouble for that. Besides, no harm ever came just from looking, just from admiring. I typically didn't narrow down my wandering eyes, but I'll say for certain that there is one man i can't seem to take my eyes off when he's in reach of my wandering eyes. Niklaus Mikaelson, of course I developed an affinity for the one that's often the talk of the town (and not in a very good way), but there's something so intriguing about him. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the others company, but I just can't describe the reason behind my fascination with him.

I was helping my mother finish up setting the table for dinner, when she turns to me and instructs me to go out and call my two younger brothers in for dinner. I could think of things that i would rather do than to round up those two, but for now, she's the matriarch and who am i to deny her requests. Dinner is not completely finished and ready for the table but I know why she's in such a rush to bring them inside. Tonight's the full moon, and the closer it gets to sundown, the closer it gets to the turnings to take place. I step out into the fading daylight, lifting the hem of my simple dress to keep dust away from it. I glance in one direction down the road, seeing or hearing no signs of children playing, I quickly turned around, to find Klaus and his brother Kol approaching. "Kol and Nikalus Mikaelson." I greet them, curtsying slightly as a common, polite greeting. "mind me asking what you two are up to?" I ask, smiling a little and rocking back on my heels.

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Five days seems like a lot longer than five days when you can't touch or cuddle with the love of your life at all. It seems like every time something separates Nor and I, whether it be this or touring, I always forget how hard it is to not have those things, how i probably take her body and presence for granted most times. Every time i tell myself that won't happen, every time i tell myself it will be easier to be away from her the next time. but then I come home to her, and it's so easy to find yourself getting lost in her arms and in your thoughts when you're with her, and every damn time it's just like the first time i've ever been separated from her. Only this time it's probably worse, because she's in the same room as me only i can't touch and hold her like i want to be able to.

So, naturally, at the end of five days, i was sick and tired of this room and this hospital and the nurses and everyone but Eleanor was starting to get on my nerves. Five days is a long time to spend doing nothing, so naturally i was very eager to finally leave after five days. I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, putting on the fresh clothes that Nor had brought from home for me to wear. There's still a lot of spots on my body that ache and sting but not enough that i can't stand and walk (slowly and with help). I finish getting dressed and wait patiently as i watch Eleanor finish getting ready to leave as well, giving her an innocent, helpless look when she glances in my direction.

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Somehow, i awoke with the feeling that life was going to change drastically very soon. Not just my life either, the life of my entire family, including all of my siblings and I. Things had always been kind of tense within our home, it had only been recently that we settled on this new land, only to find our neighbors turned into retched creatures every full moon. Not that they're particularly dangerous, we were used to hiding out on the full moon, but I noticed my mothers distrust (and disgust, for that matter) in them. These past few days she's kept herself away from my siblings and I, as if she was planning something. Something I wasn't sure of.

The few times I had seen her in the past few days, she would drop hints, talk about the day where we would no longer cower in fear at the mere thought of a werewolf, that a new species of supernatural creature would rise, "vampirism" she called it. I guess it should be said that my mother is a witch, and a very powerful one at that. She's done a lot of spells in her time, but creating an entirely new sub species of human beings has only been done to create the werewolf species long, long ago. So my siblings and I would nod along to make her happy, but none of us were too worried about all the talk she had of "vampirism".

Life had been actually pretty comfortable since we'd come here. I would like to say it was easy, but that may all change over night, and I will not test my luck on that. Some time after our village had time to grow, I met a lovely young lady, who i've taken quite the interest in. We occasionally pass one another, make small talk on the street, but both of us know the likelihood of actually ending up together. In order to be together, my father would ask the man of her household for her hand in marriage, and my mother and father have not yet concerned themselves with letting us find partners.

Finn and I were on our way out, to pick up a few items that our lovely mother had requested. As we pass by Alexandra's house, I notice her peering outside, stood slightly outside the porch, glancing the direction opposite us. A smile plays upon my lips just at the sight of her beauty in her posture and her long hair and maroon dress. "you are so smitten with her, brother" I hear Finn laugh, picking up on my excitement just from seeing her. She turns around, greeting the both of us and teasing us, saying that it's not every day she sees us. I gently take her soft hand in mine, and press a kiss to the back of it in greeting. "Alexandra, how lovely to see you" I comment, gazing intently into her eyes. "we were just heading out into town for a bit, would you like to join us for a bit?" I suggest gently, hoping she had nothing else to hold her back from joining.

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i've met all six of them, Niklaus and all five of his other siblings, I know all of them, and I won't lie, the four oldest sons, they're an attractive lot. So, potentially speaking, I could've picked any one of them to have a little bit of a thing for, or whatever you would call where Klaus and I stand. I could've gone for any of the others, but i didn't, because there's something so intriguing about him. He's not like the others, he's a little bit daring, a little bit.. different, and even the so-called "bad" things about him interest me too. For example, his slight temper, I've seen and heard about it, and most women turn away from that trait, but it really just enhances my curiosity.

I want to spend more time around him, I want to know about him, and I have a few thoughts that cross my mind that would definitely earn me a smack on my arm if my mother heard or knew of them. I simply do not know how to go about this. To start off, I can't say that the enticement I feel towards him is exactly reciprocated. I suppose what we've had going on for the past couple weeks could be considered flirting, but i'm not positive, and constantly doubting myself. In addition, there's not a way for us to be together easily. Marriage is the only option, and things haven't settled down quite enough for my family to consider marriage yet, and i'm positive the same holds true for his.

He greets me with a warm smile, which i'm almost certain that not everyone gets from him, and that only really reinforces the way i'm certain i've been feeling for him. After he had described to me what he and his brother were up to, I let out a small laugh, at the way that he spoke of his sister and her potential lover. "is that so? it seems you're very opinionated on the topic." i comment, making small talk about Rebekah and her lover. If i were being honest with myself, I probably actually did want to know how he felt about it, what his ideas were as far as relationships go, what he thought of them. "well I wish her the best." I add, before my attention is brought back to what i really came out to do.

I sigh a little and smooth down my dress a little, looking around again and not knowing which direction to look for my siblings next. "I was.. looking for my annoyances of brothers to call them in for dinner, but i don't know where they've disappeared to." I comment with a hint of exasperation. I would much rather not be doing this, and the fact that I happened to run into Klaus makes me not want to care about the time or the sun in the sky. I know mother was a little bit hasty to want them inside, but I just want to spend all the time i can before the sun goes down to spend with Klaus. "you wouldn't happen to know where I might want to look?" I ask sweetly, suggesting that maybe he should help me look for them, that maybe we could take a short walk together. I hear Kol snort slightly, maybe because he picked up on my flirting, maybe he's just laughing at the two of us in general. "is something funny?" I question innocently, acting oblivious to what he could be laughing at.

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What Alexandra and I had going on between us was extremely hard to pinpoint. Anyone who saw us together could tell that there was something more than simple acquaintanceship between us, or possibly that was just my lovely siblings who noticed that. They noticed almost right away, without me ever mentioning her name that something about her made me feel like all my insides were melted, and on the occasion they'll even tease me about it, especially my only sister, Rebekah. But she is a hopeless romantic as well, so that does not surprise me.

It was not unlike a situation that you would find in fairy tales, where everyone else can see the two in love, but the two actual members of the couple won't admit it nor has anything happened yet. I hope and intend that Alexandra and I will get past that point sometime in the future, hopefully the near future, and who knows, maybe there is a happy ending for us at some point down the road. All I know for certain, however, is that I need to take things a step further with her, no matter how secretive it might be, no matter how wrong it might seem to others if they found out, I wanted to know what she was like. How it felt to hold her hand in my own or to kiss her or to sleep beside her even for just a night, I dreamt of it, as cheesy as that sounds.

I sincerely hope that she'll find that she has time just to spend some of it walking with me, making conversation, visiting the markets and the shops before they close for the night. "love, why would you think you would be a bother?" I ask her gently, giving her a gentle smile. I didn't always have a good opportunity to be with her, she had her family life, and I had mine, and often our paths wouldn't cross. Every moment I had that I could spend with her, I was going to, and this time, I want to take one step further, to be alone with her.

I glance over at my brother to see if he had any kind of reaction to my inviting Alexandra to come with us. Ideally, he would turn around and go back, since i wanted to be with her alone. "actually, since I now have your company, Finn, I think it would do good if you went back home and kept an eye on our dear mother." I say, I know he'll pick up on what I'm suggesting, and thankfully, he agrees to it. Once he has left, I hold my arm out to Alexandra, giving her my arm to hold in an escort fashion. I suppose we risk stares of a few, but I thought of this simply as the polite way to treat a lady, or maybe it was just because she wasn't just any lady, that's possible as well.

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I recognize that if I don't return soon my mother will probably start to panic a little bit. I knew that there was still a decent amount of time left until sundown, I knew I had at least a few minutes to spare with Niklaus, but she would not. I should be prioritizing, putting my brothers safety before my romantic life, and believe me, I do feel somewhat guilty, but the force that pulls me towards him is greater than the guilt. At least I am able to recognize that this is not a very responsible thing to do, and I made the decision anyway. Even though he did say that he would accompany me while I looked for them, my mind immediately jumped to a lot of time spent getting lost in him, and not a lot of time actively looking for them. Just the idea of spending time with him, even if we were just taking a short walk around, excited me. So much so, that I almost completely forgot about Kol being here until he spoke to his brother.

He said something about going back to check on their mother, something my brain almost automatically filtered out because it wasn't Niklaus talking. That's how bad it was, I could hardly focus on anything around me whenever he was near. I realize that the outcome of what he was saying was that we would get to be alone, as Kol turns around and walks back in the direction from which the two of them came. I bite down on my lip softly as I watch him turn away from us. I can't say that Niklaus and I have ever been as alone as we are now. The amount of time we spend in the company of one another is very limited, and even when we do, often there are other people involved, usually siblings or parents. But now we are alone, almost fully alone, only a few people still staggering outside as the sun got lower and lower in the sky. He offers me his hand, and my heart starts to pound at such a simple touch, such a simple movement, as I slide my much smaller, untouched hand into his.

I fully understand what I'm doing here, implying that we were married or to be married by even just touching our hands together, but I just didn't seem to care all that much. My mother wasn't here to scold me over it, and there were few people out to see it either. I found myself completely wrapped up in the moment and not at the task at hand. "how have you and your family been? It's been a while since I've seen you, have you been doing alright?" I ask gently, glancing in his direction as we walked, hand in hand, going to no obvious destination, taking our sweet time. I cared about him, and it really did worry me a bit that he was more secluded than usual, because if you look deep past the surface, I saw tension in all of them, all of his brothers and sister, I saw it, which led me to believe that something could be happening within their family.

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I want to scoff a little at what she said. I don't believe that she's just making up excuses because she doesn't want to come with me, but I want her to come with me no matter the situation. I invited her anyway, so it's not an intrusion, and I could talk to Finn anytime i wanted to. I want to spend time and talk with her, and no one else but her. I'd get her to realize that, I'm sure of it. "nonsense, love, i can talk to Finn anytime I want to, I live with him darling." I tell her, smiling softly as she slid her hand into my arm, her fingers wrapping around the inside in the most beautifully simplistic way imaginable. I saw myself spending the rest of my life with her, settling, maybe having a few children with her, i could picture it all with her. I've never ever thought much about marriage or a family until i met her, which i believe says a lot of us together. As if it were fate. It certainly felt so right.

I take the small lead as I walk plenty slow in the direction of the town. I am no longer in any rush to get there and get back, I'm not worried about losing the daylight and i'm not worried about missing dinner or worrying my poor mother, I am solely and primarily focused on the feeling of Alexandra's gentle touch on my arm. Focused on the essence of her beauty even when I am not looking directly at her. Caught up in her sweet voice, the smooth flow of her words, making small talk with me. Any time I spend with her is enjoyable and I love even the small talk, but there are bigger things I'd like to discuss with her, that i'd like to do with her, not involving my mother. I answer her question anyway, "she asked for some herbs... some meat." I tell her, correcting myself. I truly did not know how many people of the town knew about my mothers power, but it's much better to keep it on the downlow. Saying "my mother needs pounds and pounds of herbs so she can attempt to turn my siblings and I into some supernatural being" doesn't really sound very casual to me, nor does it sound discreet.

I don't mind small talk, but there are much better things i'd like to talk about with her, given the opportunity that we have, to be alone. "Alexandra, as much as I love my mother, and I do, that's not really the woman i was thinking about talking about." i tell her, my voice holding a slight amount of humor at the beginning of my statement. Being near her made my heart feel light, like i was intoxicated by her presence. "do you want to know who I would like to talk about? I'd like to talk about you." I add softly. I don't fully understand what has gotten me so ambitious, but with everything around me, all the turmoil within my family, I am thankful for any distraction I can get, and especially her. I am not using her as a distraction, but she came at an incredible time for me, when I needed her most. With so much uncertainty, I need some kind of assurance in my life, and I would either get it from her in this time that we have together, or I would, at the very least, try.

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I hate being and feeling so helpless. I can't stand needing help with almost every simple task, it drives me crazy, but there is a bright side to it. I constantly have an excuse to be near Eleanor, all I would have to do is ask for something and she would do it for me. I have no intentions of abusing this new-found power, but i'm definitely going to enjoy it while I have it. She reacts to the helpless, little pout I gave her, strolling over to me, and letting me put my arm around her shoulder as she helped me up. I try to resist groaning from a scratch that sent pain through my senses as my skin stretched in a certain way.

So this was going to be harder than i thought. Even just standing up brings a lot of different types of aching, stinging, shooting pains in a lot of different points on my body. I whine a little and pout more as she calls me adorable. "I'm not adorable! I'm tough and manly, just taking a little break." I whine, teasing of course, as I hop towards the door, holding myself up with her as a support, nearly cringing at every step. The pain wasn't so bad that i couldn't function, but it was enough that i could definitely feel it in every movement, it's probably getting close to the time when i should take another pill.

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I want to fully believe his words as he tells them to me, that everything has been fine in the recent weeks or possibly going into months. I won't accuse him of anything otherwise, I wouldn't do that, but I wish i could fully believe him. Things had just seemed rather tense among all of them, maybe I was making it up or maybe there was a reason I didn't know about, but I wanted to be sure that he was doing all right. Because I cared. I cared immensely for him and probably much more than i should, but I was long past the point of turning my back to him. Certainly not now, after today, even just the past few minutes, when i got a tingling sensation from the simple gesture of holding hands. The way my hand fit almost perfectly right into his, made me never want to separate again. It sounded so obsessive in that way, but honestly, maybe i am a tiny bit obsessed with us, the simple idea of us.

Being alone is so satisfying. Not being accompanied by my siblings or his for the time being is satisfying Don't get me wrong, I like spending time with his family, but had Kol stayed, and if we did this in front of him, he probably would have a tough time holding in his laughter or maybe his teasing words towards Niklaus. I've heard them being spoken before, especially from Rebekah, poking fun at him for being "in love". Being alone was something almost completely foreign to us, and I like it. I don't want to find my brothers, I don't want the sun to go down, I can honestly say that I don't, and it wasn't hard for me to admit it either. I am brought back to reality as soon as I heard his smooth, low voice, cutting into my thoughts. He had answered my question about his family, but he later mentions that he'd rather not talk about his family. I turn my head slightly towards him as we walk, tilting my head to the side just slightly, giving an inquisitive look.

I was simply making small talk and asking a question that implied I cared about him and his family. I understand that it might not be the most interesting topic, but what I was a little confused about was the way he said the words. It seemed to have an underlying tone, a subtle meaning beneath the words, a suggestion of sorts. "alright, Niklaus, then what is it you would like to talk about?" I ask softly, gently, slowing my walk even further than the pace we were walking at, so I could focus more on him, not worrying so much about getting somewhere faster. i wanted to stop walking all together, wanted to fully face him, hold both of his hands, look into his eyes and even having a conversation like that would be enough to satisfy me.

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I don't continue our mini "argument" over whether i'm tough or adorable, because i think we both know that i can fluctuate between the two. Although i don't think i'm really as adorable right now as I am pathetic. This kind of dependency frustrates me and makes me feel beyond pathetic, even though I know it's not really anything that i could alter, being physically incompetent in this way. I hate it, I should be taking care of her, carrying her out to the car, cuddling her when she's feeling low like she has been because of me, but I can't, and I can't stand that.

She continues to tease me and I only give her a sheepish little grin, hobbling out the door towards where the car was parked, right in front of the door, thank god, so i wouldn't have to hop/walk very far. She says something about how she hates to see me in pain and i nearly groan in agreement. "believe me, i hate it just as much as you do, sweetheart." I tell her with a small scoff, once she had opened the door for me (which should've been the other way around), I attempt to lower myself in, groaning more as it seemed that every action bent or stretched an injury the wrong way.

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Talking about my family is good small talk and all, but I spend more than enough time living with my family that I don't want to spend any of this precious alone time i have with Alexandra talking about them. And it's small talk, I wanted to move past the small talk between us, actually, I hadn't realized it when I first saw her, but I can see myself kissing her. There was nothing I could think of off the top of my head that sounded any better than just getting to feel that kind of connection, than getting to experience the closeness, the intimacy between two lovers sharing a first kiss. Tradition wasn't on my mind at all, I felt no obligation to be her husband before any of this, I felt no need to follow that tradition. The beauty is in the simplicity, that what I wanted to do, all I wanted to do, was kiss her. And at this point in time, nothing more, nothing less.

I get lost in this newfound craving, the way it consumed my brain was substantial, unbelievable. In the dream-like fantasy image i pictured in my head of the two of us sharing a tender kiss, gentle and soft. After I had said that I wanted to talk about another woman, I saw the way her stance dropped, ever so slightly, and she i see the clear disappointment through her body language, until, that is, I revealed to her the woman that I did want to talk about, the one who was walking beside me. The one with her fingers curled ever so slightly around the curve of my bicep muscle. I laugh softly at her reaction to that, but not in a malicious way, in the kindest way imaginable. It warmed my heart, the reaction she had, that she had disbelief that she could possibly be interesting enough for me to want to talk about. It was sweet, demonstrated how humble she remained, even when she wasn't aware of it.

"yes, my dear, I really want to talk about you. Don't act so surprised, you are much more interesting than I am, more interesting to me than any other topic I could think of. Certainly more interesting than just talking about me." I explain, still laughing softly at her disbelief for my fascination with her. "I want to know about you. I don't see you as often as I would like, and being almost completely alone, is even less often. So tell me about you. Just talk to me, that's all I ask, Alexandra." I tell her, slowing down, wanting to stop completely, I would have to if I was going to actually go through with this kiss I was daydreaming of. "about anything. your favorite meal, your family, your past, present, and future, what you want out of life."

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Even if i were physically competent to drive, Nor probably wouldn't let me. She actually would probably physically push me into the passenger seat if that's what it took. I realize how on edge this whole thing has made her about driving, and it's not necessarily because she thinks i'm reckless (or maybe she does), it's because she's scared of me getting hurt again. I don't think she realizes it, but in the long run, letting me drive would probably make her feel better. If another accident were to occur, she would end up blaming herself for hurting me even more than she already might.

The ride was fast but not faster than usual because I noticed her caution to the speed of the car. She walks around to my side of the car and helps me out, opening the door, doing nearly everything that I should be doing for her but can't. We are greeted by the excited little black puppy that i didn't realize how much I must've missed. She starts jumping on our legs excitedly, but Nor picks her up soon after, so now i don't even have to bend down to greet her. "hi baby girl, i missed you!" I talk to her in the puppy voice, pouting my lips out and planting a kiss on her as she tries to kiss me back. "of course I missed being with my other baby girl all the time too." I comment, now kissing Eleanor.

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Blink was very excited to see me, and I would say that I almost matched her excitement levels, but unfortunately for blink, she wasn't the main source of excitation for me about returning home. Of course it was Eleanor, it's always her. I'm overjoyed when i'm with her, completely distraught without her, so the central focus in just about every aspect of my life is Eleanor. I've never had a doubt about Eleanor being my one and only for the rest of my life, but especially after the accident, my thoughts were reconfirmed. The accident wasn't the type where i was a few inches from death, but it certainly was scary, and I thought of her.

That's how i know. That's how i've come to be one hundred percent positive that i wanted to spend the entirety of my existence with her. I was never one for commitment until i met her, and that screams and obvious message that she's different from any other girl in my life. If we ever part, it won't be my doings, it will be hers, her decision, it would be her who ended up being sick of me. She lets me wrap my arm around her shoulder as we hobble up the stairs into the bedroom. I nearly collapse on the bed as she sets down Blink. The puppy almost immediately jumps on the bed with me, and now I'm just waiting for Eleanor to join us. "I don't need medicine and rest, I need to cuddle with my family." I murmur sleepily. I spoke of them as if Eleanor was my wife, and Blink was my child, which is practically what they are to me.

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I would say that I had been recovering quite well after the accident. It was pretty life changing for us, but after it was all said and done, we had a whole lot of down time to spend with each other, so I wouldn't say that part was terrible. Almost every scratch and bruise on my body had healed, and only the very deep ones remained. It seems that after the accident things hadn't merely just been good, they've been wonderful. However, it only seems fitting that right about now would be a good time for something to come right along and change that somehow. Obviously nothing good lasts forever, and there is always going to be something remotely bad in my life, but I hoped it would hold out for a few more weeks or even a few more days and I would be happy.

I say this because of Eleanor's behavior. She had disappeared into our room a little while back, claiming to be making a phone call to Nolan. That wasn't the part that bothered me, I love her with all of my heart but I don't require that we constantly be in the presence of one another. I let her have her space without question as Blink and I layed on the couch, lounging out and watching Netflix. I wasn't remotely suspicious of anything changing the peace and happiness I had felt the past few weeks, that is, until she returned from upstairs.

She walks straight up to me, inviting herself on my lap, straddling me with one knee on each side of my body. Unexpected, but more than welcome. I was just about to lean in and go in for her neck with tender kisses and nibbles, thinking that we could take this all the way very easily, but.. she spoke. I lean back and glance at her with a slight questioning look as she asked me if she could ask me something "really, really important". I raise an eyebrow at that. "somehow I feel like you want me to do something for you." I comment, giving her a look, but then continuing with a slightly more serious tone, "but yes, ask away." I said, because this was serious. If it's as important as she claims than I wouldn't want her to ever hesitate to ask me.

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I didn't think that what she was going to ask for was something small or anything. I know how she is. I know she doesn't ask me to buy her things often, she doesn't normally ask much of me, so obviously, with the way she started, I expect this to be something rather large. Which honestly makes me a little weary, especially as she bites down on her lip even when I was just messing around with her. Okay, so it was something she was hesitant to tell me, I'm guessing it's something I'm not going to like. I will try to listen with open ears and take it into consideration, but my success is all dependent on what exactly it is she wants to ask me.

I sit back a little further against the couch as she confirms that i'm not going to like it. I sit back, giving her a weary look as she continues speaking, explaining how her brother is in town and was interested in staying with us. "oh." I murmur. I strongly dislike her brother. He hates me for one stupid mistake I made which means he despises me still and acts like a dick when he's around me. She's damn right, I don't like it. I understand that he's her family and all, but inviting him into my house? Doesn't sound like a great idea to me. "letting your brother who despises me for everything I am into our house? Doesn't sound very promising to me, Eleanor." I murmur quietly, so it doesn't seem like I tried to be hostile about it. I don't like it, but I wasn't trying to be rude or anything.

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Maybe he was simply a little sensitive on the topic of his family, which maybe i could understand, but that didn't seem to be it. It seemed to be a combination of sensitivity and just plain boredom of the topic at hand. He had hinted that he had wanted to speak of something different, but I really didn't know what that meant, until he clarifies the topic of choice. He wants to talk about me. Of anything in the world we could talk about, I could list about a hundred things that would be more interesting than talking about me. He says he wants to know everything about me, even the things that are stupid or boring. I think he'd be surprised by how many things about me fall into that category. I guess that's the one good thing about having limited time until the setting of the sun, I won't have time to tell him everything. He'd surely grow tired of hearing about me if i told him everything.

Despite how bland of a topic I happen to be, I do not want to waste any of the precious time we have together in silence. And of course I would do what he asked, because I was beyond smitten for him, going weak at the knees by something as simple as a moment of eye contact. Our pace of walking had slowed and slowed until eventually Niklaus just stopped walking. He stopped walking, standing stationary as he turns me gently to face him, taking my other hand into his. I feel the blood rushing into my cheeks, warming my face and tinting it a light shade of pink. I could barely hold his gaze, since it made me feel so completely flustered and like I could just take a step closer and he would take me in his arms and I would have the entire world. Such simple actions lead my mind into much grander, more beautiful places. "I promise you there's hardly anything interesting about me." I murmur, glancing down briefly and then back up, smiling softly. "but if that's what you want to talk about.."

I don't know where to begin, really. Even though I did just tell him that i'm not very interesting, there's a lot of little boring things about me that i could still tell him. But we don't have forever, and I don't know when I will be able to see him again, so I have to keep it to the most important things about me. "surely, there's not enough time to know everything about me, so I will keep it to what's important." I begin, drawing in a breath and thinking about what to say. "the truth about me is that I'm no one special. That is the entire truth. I do what is expected of me, what I'm asked of. I let my mind wander on the occasion but no one else lets it get very far. I get scolded by my mother for looking at men in public when I shouldn't.. I explain, probably speaking much faster than i should. "..and I can't stand it. and i'm selfish because I want more. I want more than the knowledge of housekeeping and some suitor my parents will find for me. I want more out of life, I want..." I cut myself off mid-sentence. I was letting my mind wander too far yet again, and if I hadn't stopped myself from talking, i would have sputtered on and on and I just about let a word slip, one that i know isn't appropriate, one I don't know how he would take; you.

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I understand the time limit that Alexandra and I have on being alone together, but that did not quench my longing to know everything about her. I wanted to get to know her on a level so deep and personal that it resembled that of a husband and wife. In fact, lots of married couples don't have what I want with her. Every tiny detail of her I wanted to be shared with me. I wanted to get past the surface of just being friends or acquaintances, and even if I never get the opportunity to be with her romantically, I want to be somewhere past friends who simply call a greeting when running into each other on the street. I steal quick glances in her direction from time to time as we walk, and I noticed that she seemed to be hiding her face from me, and I caught a hint of blush on her cheek when i got the smallest peek of it.

I was about to turn to her and stop walking, but she beat me to it. She stops walking, turning to face me, and I quickly do the same. I reach my hand up towards her hair, the one that had fallen from her face when she turned towards me. I tuck it neatly behind her ear in a tender gesture, but I leave my hand by her face. I let it run from behind her ear and I set it softly on her warm cheek. But the massive size of my hand and the petite size of her face means that I was almost completely holding her face in my hand, as opposed to simply touching it. "I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to embarrass you." I tell her, offering her a warm smile. I was referring to the way she had tried to hide her blush after I had chuckled softly, but she also may be embarrassed by my interest in knowing "everything" about her. She has no reason to be embarrassed. "but I meant what I said, Alexandra, I want to know absolutely everything about you."

I give her another warm smile before I let my hand drop from her cheek. I simply end up taking her hand in mine, shifting the other arm so that I can hold both of her two hands in mine, an indication that she has my undivided attention. "although i recognize that there is hardly enough time for that, like you said, so I want to hear the important things, the little things will have to wait until a later date, I suppose." I tell her, a playful smile still on my lips "what makes you happy, what are your plans for the future, who do you want to be, and what do you want from life?" I ask her, my voice now dropping to barely above a whisper. It was enough that she was able to hear, but quiet enough so that it remained in the air between the two of us. the words that belonged to us and us only, they were no one elses to steal and I liked the idea of that. I hoped she would answer me truthfully, not that it changed my feelings for her, but these were just things in my mind that were important for me to know.

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I will never understand how there are some that only see bad in Niklaus. I suppose that it's possible he acts differently in my presence, but if everyone knew how kind he was to me, they would be able to see the good within. And yet somehow, I liked the way things were, where I was the only one he seemed to let in and the only one he seemed to care for. After I had given my little speech, the way he responded to me, I decided, was with such manner that there was no possible way he could consider us as "just friends". The way he called me love was enough to make my heart flutter, and make me feel soft in every way. He sounded so sure of himself, so positive and unwavering when he told me that I was not in any way boring. And as if he's known me for years and years, he doesn't give much time for me to react to those words. As if he was aware that if he gave me too much time to think about it, I would just find ways to bring myself down and convince myself that the kind words he spoke about me wasn't true after all.

I'm not sure if he's been that observant of me quite yet, of the rapid rate of my thoughts, but his next action towards me seemed as if he did. He lets go of my hands from his, which causes a small, unintentional pout to fall upon my lips. I very much enjoyed the feeling of his hand grasping mine. Warm and strong but still with the gentle touch, and I never wanted to let go, until he rather lifts his hand up closer to my face, and tucks a strand of blonde hair behind my ear, a strand i didn't realize had fallen to the front of my face, because i was so zeroed in on him, on the man i'm falling for standing right before me, with little space between us. And not simply that, but after that small action, he ended up simply taking my face between his hands, cupping my chin and gently lifting it up. I held his eye contact, being kept captive by his beautiful gaze. I held his gaze even when my heart rate rose, and prayed that he could not feel the heat that seemed to be radiating off my soft cheeks. Almost everything that he had said about me, I can say the exact same about him. Especially when he talked about taking a risk "when some may find it foolish", as if he was preaching to the choir, considering that he kissed me.

In the moments that felt like hours that we spent just looking at each other, I seriously considered doing it myself, so I really should not be as surprised as I am, when it became obvious to me that we had the same hopes. We had the same idea, and to say that when our lips touched, even the smallest amount, it felt electric, to say that is extremely cliche and cheesy, but could not hold more true. Truth be told, I had never kissed any man. There's never been an opportunity or a want to, until today, and despite the less than ideal conditions, it ended up feeling so very.. right. He pulls away much too soon, leaving me breathless, my mouth left open slightly before I run my tongue over my lips a little bit, as if I could savor the feeling of his kiss. It didn't take me very long to decide that I wanted more of him, that i craved more. He starts to apologize, and all i can manage to do is shake my head, being impulsive as I close the space between us, setting my hands on his neck as I reconnect our lips again, letting this one happen for a little bit longer than the last, but it doesn't take very long for me to acknowledge that this should not be happening, that I should not have done that. i step back away from him, biting my lip now. I'm not saying I regret kissing him at all, but i know how wrong that was for me to do to a man who is not mine. "I-I'm sorry. I.. I just-" I stammer, but then i breathe, letting myself calm down a little. "actually, I'm not sorry. who am i kidding?" I finally say with a certain hint of boldness. To say that I was sorry for sharing such a moment with him would plainly be lying, and i would never want to deny him the truth.

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The more I listened to Alexandra speak, the more I realized how much I was absolutely willing to do for the gorgeous woman. As she described to me her hopes and what she wants out of life, i became more and more aware of exactly what I would do for her. She told me more than I was expecting from her, considering that earlier she seemed to be somewhat embarrassed by my request to talk about her. She described for me the situation that her parents had left for her sister to carry on, the one that involved finding a suitor just as many women of her age did. But then she described the vision she had set for herself, the one that involved figuring out the world on her own terms, falling in love by her own doings. Whilst she was talking, it was then I realized how much i really wanted her. I knew this because I would go either of these paths just for the chance to be with her. Had she wanted the safety and comfort in a traditional relationship, like the one her parents wanted for her, I would approach her sister as a potential suitor, I would beg on my knees if need be. And if she wants the other, i would want to be the one to take her on such an adventure, maybe run away with her, show her what she means to me.

I found myself not caring on anything except for the outcome when I was with her, and the only acceptable outcome in my mind was that I ended up with her, in whatever way that was, whatever way made her most happy. She certainly is something special, and there was hardly a doubt in my mind about that, but the way she spoke so openly and truthfully to me on the subject almost impressed me. "you are something more than special, Alexandra Tiori" I comment under my breath, my voice low. I offer her another gentle smile, looking her right in the eyes as I brought her hand back up to my mouth, kissing it delicately, even when I would much rather do so to those pretty little lips of hers. "saying you want to leave a mark, saying that you want to choose who you get to be, who you get to fall in love with. that makes you anything but selfish, my love." I explain, moving my hands to gently cup her chin, my strong hands cradling her beautiful face. "it makes you incredible, and brave, to be one to say that out loud."

I have to do it. If i want to take the next step, I need to do so soon. It won't be long before Finn surely comes looking for me, as the sun is getting lower in the sky. I know how I feel about Alexandra, I've been rather sure of it for quite some time now, and if there's any time that's right for this, it's now. Still holding her face in my hands, I take a moment to inhale every aspect of her standing right before me. I take note of her perfect hair minus the one imperfect strand that fell in front of her face. I take into account the tint of her cheeks when I unknowingly had embarrassed her. I try to remember every detail of her gorgeous eyes and lips and soft skin and the way they look in the late evening sky, before I lean in to her. I press my lips to hers, keeping it gentle, this is our first kiss after all. I close my eyes in content, letting my thumbs move slowly back and forth over her skin. I pull away from the kiss much sooner than I would like, and hopefully it was good enough that it would be too short for her liking as well. But I pulled away because I didn't want to overwhelm or rush anything about us. I wanted that in fact, slow and steady between us. "I have been wanting to do that for so long. Forgive me, love, if it is not what you want." I tell her, still feeling breathless from her lips.

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She really has me in a position that's quite compromising on my end. She knows how much I hate him (although it's only because he hates me and acts like a total dick to me), so I really want to flat out tell her no, but on the other hand, there's Eleanor. My sweet, sweet girlfriend, whom i love more than anyone in the world. And the only thing I want to now, the only thing i've ever wanted to do was to make her happy. This should be easier, her love should outweigh his hatred in a heartbeat, but it doesn't. That's how much I really dislike the idea of him staying here in the house with us.

When she speaks again, it comes to my attention that she's not really giving me much of a decision to make after all. Because she says that even if I don't let him stay here with us, she's going to go stay in a hotel and spend the week with him. If she was trying to make me take her side, then that's going to work. I like making her happy but my pathetic, constant need for her is going to win in this one. "well you're not leaving me with much of a choice then if that's the case." I tell her thoughtfully, letting out a content sigh as she starts playing with my hair. I assume she knew what the verdict was by what I said, but just in case, "but he needs to know that this is my territory, my home, and he's the guest, if he oversteps in any way, I'll ask him to leave." I tell her firmly. Maybe he could treat me like crap in his house after his sister came to him heartbroken by my doings, but that won't work here.

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