-- across the table at his introduction. Why was I half anticipating for him to say his name was Kol? At least, then, all of this would have made a little more sense. And quite frankly, I wouldn't put anything past Kol to play some wicked game on me. --
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'Well, Kaleb Westphall. It is a pleasure to meet you." I said as I shook his hand, releasing my breath. "Dreaming about me, hmm? I want to say that is the worst pickup line that I've ever heard, but given this is you." I laughed again, shaking my head --
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-- while picking at my fresh croissants. He really was a huge flirt, even worse than Kol had been. But I liked it. "You're so sure I'll let you walk me home after your confession of dreaming about me?"
I was enjoying myself too much, which, given my --
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-- record, was never a good thing. I was half expecting Marcel to pop up at any moment and drag me away for my safety. Or have some emergency that he wanted my help solving. There was never a moment for me to breathe or be myself. It was just a constant --
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-- loop of people wanting to use me to their advantage. And the main reason I'd chosen to isolate myself.
"Seems we have a lot in common then, Kaleb." It was strange to speak his name again, but as I said it. It felt so right. Smiling, I watched in awe as --
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-- he summoned the blossoms from the trees to float up around us, nodding my head in silent approval. "Impressive. So you know what I am?" I questioned, lifting my right hand. I worked my pointer finger in circles, causing the sugar to rise from its dish. --
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"Is that how you know who I am? You've obviously heard about me. The ex-harvest girl, the ex-regent, shunned by the covern. The girl who died only to be brought back to life. Who fell in love with a Mikaelson and is the adopted daughter of Marcel. As --
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-- you can see, I have quite the resume. So, are you still sure you want to sit here and talk to me?"
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My mind began to wander, was it fate interviewing to bring the two of us together? What were the odds I'd happen to find her in the first place I'd ventured to in New Orleans? I hadn't even properly begun looking for Davina and I already found her. Perhaps the universe was--
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--giving us a chance to connect. Or maybe she was looking for me. If she was, she hadn't said anything. In fact she looked like she saw a ghost when I had sat down with her. So if she was searching for me, did that mean she was playing me? No. That was a possibility I wouldn't--
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--even entertain. The version of Davina I met in my dreams was so headstrong and righteous, I couldn't picture her doing something so devious to anyone. Miracles were easier to believe in, than the idea of Davina Claire being cruel.
Her voice pulled me away from my reverie--
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--though, bringing me back into the moment of our conversation.
"Oh no. Regrets aren't on the menu today, Miss Claire. Save those for after our first date." He teased, throwing in some playful self-deprecating humor to balance out the cockiness. "Isn't that all cockiness is,--
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--just high levels of confidence? At least it sounds better."
He let out a laugh at his own words as they continued their back and fourth. Stealing a bite of her croissant after we exchanged our introductions. It was strange, I half wanted her to know who I was, but another--
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--part of me was glad she didn't. If we had truly met in that year I lost, who knows what she might've expected from me. And I guess I was just grateful for the chance to be myself around her. Without all the weirdness that I always seemed to exude in my dreams. I mean talking--
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--about siblings like I wasn't an only child? I don't know what the dream version of me was doing, but we clearly didn't live in the same reality.
"You'll have to trust me when I say the pleasure is all mine." I chuckled as our hands shook. The feeling when she took my hand--
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--was so familiar and warm, just like in the dream I had this morning when we'd kissed. Only this was so much more tangible.
"Should I be offended by that? Cause from where I'm sitting it would seem as if my lines are working." I winked at her, adding to the already--
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--shameless flirting I was doing. When I set out on my quest to find her, I hadn't really planned anything. Or really even thought about anything besides seeing if she knew me and maybe getting to know her. But as we talked the more I wanted to flirt with her. And the look on--
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--her face, told me she liked the way I flirted with her.
"See technically, I didn't confess anything. I was merely asking a hypothetical question. But I suppose, I can't expect to walk you home if I don't ask to do so first."
Though I didn't ask. At least not yet. I--
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--wasn't sure I was brave enough to. It was far too open for her to reject me and I wasn't quite ready for our time together to be over just yet. Instead focusing on the magic.
"It would seem we do, Davina." I said offering her a smile, as I watched the way she reacted to my--
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--little display of power. If my dreams were any indication, she was far more capable than I was with my magic but it was still fun to have someone to show off too. Even when I lived in New Orleans I had been so cut off from the other witches, I taught myself the little I--
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--knew. In fact it wasn't until a few years ago that I had even learned there were even other witches in New Orleans at all. At least outside of the charlatans that littered bourbon street looking to make a quick buck.
"I had a guess." I answered honestly. My gaze moving to--
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--watch Davina's own display of magic intently. It was always so fascinating to me to see what others could do with their magic. And it added another check on the growing list of accuracy my dreams were providing me with.
Though I didn't have much of a chance to celebrate--
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--that little victory before the conversation shifted. I wasn't sure what happened but if this was poker, it would appear like she was playing her hand. Like she expected me to turn out to be an enemy ready to pounce.
Yet out of everything she listed the thing that stood out--
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--to me the most was when she said she fell in love with a Mikaelson. That was a name I recognized from my dreams, but more over it crushed me just a little to think that she was in love with someone else.
"I'm sorry. I honestly don't know who you are outside of what I--
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--already told you." That was mostly true. I knew a little about her personality, I knew the way her eyes sparkled in the moonlight, the way it felt when she kissed me, the way she was so fiercely loyal and campaigned for justice. At least I knew those things if my dreams--
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--continued to be correct resources. But none of that would exactly make her "resume" to use her phrasing.
"But I do know, I want to stay here. To keep talking to you. You sound like someone I'd really like to get to know. As long as this Mikaelson you're in love with doesn't--
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I asked for cockiness, and that is just what he gave me, but at least he'd managed to put a smile on my face, a feat no one had seemed to be able to do in quite some time. Not that I'd allowed any of my old friends to make me smile or cheer me up. Too --
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-- afraid of the dangers that lurked in the real world to step out into it.
Maybe that was what had inspired my little outburst. It would be better for the both of us if I were to scare him away before the inevitable happened and he got used against me. I --
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-- couldn't bare to lose him again. It was something I knew I'd never come back from.
I dropped my hand onto the table, the sugar falling back into the dish as I lost the connection. "You had a guess?" Scoffing with a roll of my eyes. At least he was --
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-- honest. "Is that why you used the excuse of dreaming about me? So that you could get close to me? Here is something you never knew about me. I prefer honesty over a pretty face and a bad pickup line."
I shrank back into my seat, sighing with --
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-- embarrassment, instantly feeling bad about my outburst, even more so when he was the one doing the apologising. Why would he have shown up here acting like he didn't know who I was if he did? Even if I had fallen in love with a different version of him. --
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-- It was still him. If I looked into his eyes, I'd still see the same ones staring back at me. If I were to kiss his lips, it would still be the same lips that had kissed me. If he held me in his arms, it would still be the same strong arms holding me --
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-- close to him.
It wasn't just me who'd been a victim. Kaleb had been one as well. He'd lost a year of his life. His memories of that time and the time we'd spent together and falling in love were gone. Nothing could bring them back, or could it? I could --
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-- everything? Laughing to myself as I picked up my coffee to take a small sip. My mouth suddenly dry. "I'm the one that should be sorry. I always assume people want me for what I can do for them." Pausing again before letting my laughter fill the gap --
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-- between us.
"First off, Kol Mikaelson and I have been over for a long time. He's in the past." My voice trailed as I tore my gaze away from Kaleb's, unable to look him in the eye. Too afraid that a whole different confession would fall from my lips, --
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