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and all the magic we made (16/20)

-

Rebekah is the first to notice that today, Klaus is wearing his favorite jacket.

It’s the one with the navy striped pattern inside - the outside is dark brown. It’s so unlike the usual clothes he’d pick for himself. Ripped jeans, black leather, gray sweaters, he was one step up from his highschool teenage self.

This jacket though was different. It used to belong to Finn, he got it back when he first met the love of his life, Sage. Then, he outgrew it the summer Elijah turned seventeen and it was his turn to inherit the jacket.

Klaus knew that at some point, he’d have to give this jacket to Kol.

It’s a tradition between brothers, one that they all hold dear - so of course, he wears this article of clothing the day Freya, Elijah and Finn are leaving town again.

Rebekah, Klaus and Kol arrive to see them off at the airport.

“Well,” Kol sighs, waving them away as the three of them pass through border security. “There they go, off to who knows where,” he grumpily says.

His sister places a warm hand over his shoulder, realizing that Kol was still mourning Davina’s rejection. And, in turn, he was not ready to say goodbye to the rest of his siblings, as of yet. 

“Kol,” she whispers, “they’ll be back soon, they just have some work to do, that’s all,” her attempts to soothe her dear brother fails as he continues to pout.

He then notices the big smile plastered on Klaus’ face.

“And what’s got you so chipper?” He asks.

Klaus raises a brow. “What ever do you mean?”

Kol rolls his eyes. “You’ve been grinning like a damned fool all morning,” he says. “Meanwhile, Bekah and I are heartbroken, betrayed…turned away by people whom we love dearly.”

He reminds him, as he recalls Marcel’s haste behavior at the party last night and who could forget Kol’s embarrassing antic of trying to get engaged.

“Oh my God.” And just then, Rebekah puts the pieces together. “Something happened with Hayley, didn’t it?”

Her brother’s blushing cheeks gives him away.

“I knew it!” She exclaims, throwing her arms around Klaus. “Oh, I’m so glad, I knew you two would patch things up!”

Klaus doesn’t say much else, he rubs his sister’s back as she holds him closer.

Kol doesn’t add a word either - he’s much too busy continuing to sulk and burn a jealous stare into his sibling.

(Although, somewhere, underneath all that envy, he is happy for Klaus).

-

Back at the Marshall residence - time to daydream is rather rare.

Between getting Hope ready for school, packing lunch, and getting herself ready for work - Hayley is almost caught off-guard by the fleeting memories of last night’s kiss with Klaus.

At first, she thought she would regret it.

She was supposed to never forgive him.

But, to her dismay, Klaus had indeed grown as a person since the last time she had seen him. She can’t help but think that she doesn’t want to hold on to her anger anymore.

It’s so…exhausting. Fighting her feelings, her attraction to him, her love for him -

Knock knock!

“Hey there stranger.”

And then, there is Marcel.

She can’t pretend she hasn’t noticed him either. Even though Hayley is swept off her damned feet by Klaus’ affection, Marcel’s presence is…unwavering. 

“I wasn’t expecting you this morning,” she tells him. “Donuts again?” she notices.

He nods, raising the box and walking into her home like he lives there. “Fresh from Josh’s Bakery,” he knows where everything is - the place where she puts all the snacks to keep away from Hope, where she hides her cigarettes, where the bananas go -

“We’re just about to leave, Hope is still watching cartoons upstairs,” it sounds like she’s rushing him out, like she knows what’s about to come.

He’s thought about her for so long.

“I wanted to tell you this last night, at the party,” Marcel confesses. “But something else came up - anyway, the point is…” His hands shake and her eyes avert his gaze. She can’t even look at him right now. “After the Mikaelsons left town and we only had each other, I grew really close to you,” he recalls to her. “I remember helping you during your pregnancy, being in the hospital when you gave birth, Hope’s first words-”

“Marcel-” 

“Hayley Marshall,” He gets closer, almost too close. “I think…I’m in love with you.”

And she wishes her heart hadn’t wavered, that it hadn’t, for one second, just thought about it. 

For if she hadn’t, things would be so clear. Her answer would be Klaus - but, when she looks into Marcel’ eyes…she can’t help but imagine.

She can’t help but dream.

-

After his short trip to the airport, Kol’s mind is still wrapped around Davina’s rejection.

He continues to be cooped up in the same hotel room as Rebekah and Klaus - refusing to be alone for even a second. As long as he has his siblings, he weirdly feels invincible.

Like he can even get through this - as long as his sister’s hand continues to ruffle his curls and his brother’s smile haunts his mind…he is alright.

Better even, he is good.

“Hey. I’m outside your hotel. Let’s talk”

Until he isn’t.

Kol stares at the text from Davina for over a minute, just to check if it’s real. And then, he rushes down to the lobby.

(He has this entire speech prepared - in his mind, he is brave, he is strong, he is smooth with his words and assertive. However, as soon as he sees her and she’s wearing that scrunchie he gave her on their fourth date - he loses it).

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he exhales.

“Kol,” she laughs as he runs into her arms. “You’re so dramatic,” she sighs, patting his hair down while he softly sobs into her touch.

“First, you reject my proposal and now, you’re making fun of me?” he whines.

She wipes his tears away, trying to hold him even closer. “I’m sorry,” Davina finally tells him. “I never meant to hurt you with my decision, you know you have my heart - just marriage, it’s a big deal you know? We’re just kids, are we even ready for something like that? And you never even talked about it with me-”

“I know,” he cuts her off, finally done with the crying, done with moping around. “I just…I was swept up in the passion of it all. You know how we Mikaelsons are?”

Davina smiles widely. “Yes, I’m aware. It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

He breathes easy as she softly places her smooth fingers against his cheeks. She pulls his face close and they are nose to nose. “I guess I could wait…just a little longer for you. Actually, you know I’d wait for you forever, Davina.”

She quietly giggles. “Oh Kol,” Davina sings. “I promise I won’t make you wait that long.”

-

So he wears his brother’s jacket.

The jacket that smells like old pine, wood and faded cologne.

Klaus spends his evening reading poetry books, while Rebekah softly plays her reality shows in the background - it’s a kind of night he hasn’t had in a while.

Between his feelings for Hayley and his dramatic family…and his daughter. Klaus hasn’t had much time for himself. 

And that reality is sure to fade the minute Hayley asks him to see her.

With an instant, he is jumping out of bed, grabbing his shoes and running out the door.

“Here to continue what we started?” He says, in the smoothest way possible.

He’s disappointed when he’s met with her frown - she takes a step towards him, her tone is somber.

“We need to talk.”

-

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WHEN IS IT EVER ENOUGH? 

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careful what you wish for…

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“But then it passed, as all things do.”

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

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and all the magic we made (16/20)

-

Rebekah is the first to notice that today, Klaus is wearing his favorite jacket.

It’s the one with the navy striped pattern inside - the outside is dark brown. It’s so unlike the usual clothes he’d pick for himself. Ripped jeans, black leather, gray sweaters, he was one step up from his highschool teenage self.

This jacket though was different. It used to belong to Finn, he got it back when he first met the love of his life, Sage. Then, he outgrew it the summer Elijah turned seventeen and it was his turn to inherit the jacket.

Klaus knew that at some point, he’d have to give this jacket to Kol.

It’s a tradition between brothers, one that they all hold dear - so of course, he wears this article of clothing the day Freya, Elijah and Finn are leaving town again.

Rebekah, Klaus and Kol arrive to see them off at the airport.

“Well,” Kol sighs, waving them away as the three of them pass through border security. “There they go, off to who knows where,” he grumpily says.

His sister places a warm hand over his shoulder, realizing that Kol was still mourning Davina’s rejection. And, in turn, he was not ready to say goodbye to the rest of his siblings, as of yet. 

“Kol,” she whispers, “they’ll be back soon, they just have some work to do, that’s all,” her attempts to soothe her dear brother fails as he continues to pout.

He then notices the big smile plastered on Klaus’ face.

“And what’s got you so chipper?” He asks.

Klaus raises a brow. “What ever do you mean?”

Kol rolls his eyes. “You’ve been grinning like a damned fool all morning,” he says. “Meanwhile, Bekah and I are heartbroken, betrayed…turned away by people whom we love dearly.”

He reminds him, as he recalls Marcel’s haste behavior at the party last night and who could forget Kol’s embarrassing antic of trying to get engaged.

“Oh my God.” And just then, Rebekah puts the pieces together. “Something happened with Hayley, didn’t it?”

Her brother’s blushing cheeks gives him away.

“I knew it!” She exclaims, throwing her arms around Klaus. “Oh, I’m so glad, I knew you two would patch things up!”

Klaus doesn’t say much else, he rubs his sister’s back as she holds him closer.

Kol doesn’t add a word either - he’s much too busy continuing to sulk and burn a jealous stare into his sibling.

(Although, somewhere, underneath all that envy, he is happy for Klaus).

-

Back at the Marshall residence - time to daydream is rather rare.

Between getting Hope ready for school, packing lunch, and getting herself ready for work - Hayley is almost caught off-guard by the fleeting memories of last night’s kiss with Klaus.

At first, she thought she would regret it.

She was supposed to never forgive him.

But, to her dismay, Klaus had indeed grown as a person since the last time she had seen him. She can’t help but think that she doesn’t want to hold on to her anger anymore.

It’s so…exhausting. Fighting her feelings, her attraction to him, her love for him -

Knock knock!

“Hey there stranger.”

And then, there is Marcel.

She can’t pretend she hasn’t noticed him either. Even though Hayley is swept off her damned feet by Klaus’ affection, Marcel’s presence is…unwavering. 

“I wasn’t expecting you this morning,” she tells him. “Donuts again?” she notices.

He nods, raising the box and walking into her home like he lives there. “Fresh from Josh’s Bakery,” he knows where everything is - the place where she puts all the snacks to keep away from Hope, where she hides her cigarettes, where the bananas go -

“We’re just about to leave, Hope is still watching cartoons upstairs,” it sounds like she’s rushing him out, like she knows what’s about to come.

He’s thought about her for so long.

“I wanted to tell you this last night, at the party,” Marcel confesses. “But something else came up - anyway, the point is…” His hands shake and her eyes avert his gaze. She can’t even look at him right now. “After the Mikaelsons left town and we only had each other, I grew really close to you,” he recalls to her. “I remember helping you during your pregnancy, being in the hospital when you gave birth, Hope’s first words-”

“Marcel-” 

“Hayley Marshall,” He gets closer, almost too close. “I think…I’m in love with you.”

And she wishes her heart hadn’t wavered, that it hadn’t, for one second, just thought about it. 

For if she hadn’t, things would be so clear. Her answer would be Klaus - but, when she looks into Marcel’ eyes…she can’t help but imagine.

She can’t help but dream.

-

After his short trip to the airport, Kol’s mind is still wrapped around Davina’s rejection.

He continues to be cooped up in the same hotel room as Rebekah and Klaus - refusing to be alone for even a second. As long as he has his siblings, he weirdly feels invincible.

Like he can even get through this - as long as his sister’s hand continues to ruffle his curls and his brother’s smile haunts his mind…he is alright.

Better even, he is good.

“Hey. I’m outside your hotel. Let’s talk”

Until he isn’t.

Kol stares at the text from Davina for over a minute, just to check if it’s real. And then, he rushes down to the lobby.

(He has this entire speech prepared - in his mind, he is brave, he is strong, he is smooth with his words and assertive. However, as soon as he sees her and she’s wearing that scrunchie he gave her on their fourth date - he loses it).

“I thought I’d never see you again,” he exhales.

“Kol,” she laughs as he runs into her arms. “You’re so dramatic,” she sighs, patting his hair down while he softly sobs into her touch.

“First, you reject my proposal and now, you’re making fun of me?” he whines.

She wipes his tears away, trying to hold him even closer. “I’m sorry,” Davina finally tells him. “I never meant to hurt you with my decision, you know you have my heart - just marriage, it’s a big deal you know? We’re just kids, are we even ready for something like that? And you never even talked about it with me-”

“I know,” he cuts her off, finally done with the crying, done with moping around. “I just…I was swept up in the passion of it all. You know how we Mikaelsons are?”

Davina smiles widely. “Yes, I’m aware. It’s one of the things I love most about you.”

He breathes easy as she softly places her smooth fingers against his cheeks. She pulls his face close and they are nose to nose. “I guess I could wait…just a little longer for you. Actually, you know I’d wait for you forever, Davina.”

She quietly giggles. “Oh Kol,” Davina sings. “I promise I won’t make you wait that long.”

-

So he wears his brother’s jacket.

The jacket that smells like old pine, wood and faded cologne.

Klaus spends his evening reading poetry books, while Rebekah softly plays her reality shows in the background - it’s a kind of night he hasn’t had in a while.

Between his feelings for Hayley and his dramatic family…and his daughter. Klaus hasn’t had much time for himself. 

And that reality is sure to fade the minute Hayley asks him to see her.

With an instant, he is jumping out of bed, grabbing his shoes and running out the door.

“Here to continue what we started?” He says, in the smoothest way possible.

He’s disappointed when he’s met with her frown - she takes a step towards him, her tone is somber.

“We need to talk.”

-

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“once in a dream i’ve seen myself through your eyes this you should know wading the stream that flows in between you and i once in a dream and though the hour grows later and later i would hold on for one more heartbeat”

— James Taylor, lyrics from “Believe It or Not,” Dad Loves His Work (Columbia, 1981)

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“my heart saw you before i did it’s beating picked up trying to talk to yours how unfair that our souls are closer than we are”

— Adeline Fecker, from “Venus,” The Journal of Wild Culture (12 May 2019)

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My voice in your ear will tell you that you were meant to die

like this, a beautiful and inelegant dive onto a field of reds, some bright and sun-kissed, some dark and pulp-dashed, your and our blood across the burnt-orange schist.

See, O, see what I have done. I fear neither the sight of nor the word for blood.

— Sumita Chakraborty, from “Marigolds,” Arrow

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“Someday, you will be in love again. The sun, a wound on your windowsill. Light falls on your dreams. It sounds like someone knocking.”

— Sanna Wani, from “Memory is Sleeping,” The Puritan (no. 53, Spring 2021)

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Mary Oliver, “Dogfish.” Dream Work

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@poetryatmost / raymond carter / eileen myles / a month of changes by emility / olivia larson @poetbitesback / the months by linda pastan / tuck everlasting by natalie babbitt / dear august / morning sun by edward hopper / e.j.l. /

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and all the magic we made (15/20)

-

It’s not long before the ballroom becomes a battlefield.

Well, a few things happen just before then actually.

“I’ve fallen in love,” Kol declares.

His expression is soft - devoid of the boastfulness of his ego (that he gets from Klaus) and the loudness of his pride (that he gets from Rebekah).

His hand is soft too - as he gestures it towards Davina, who is sitting before the stage.

She stares at his open palm, wondering if she should take it.

Then, Kol takes this as his golden opportunity.

He reaches his other hand into his pocket, pulling out a small box as he gets down on one knee.

“Davina Claire,” he begins. “Among my siblings, I’ve always been known as the impatient one,” he admits, a smile forming on his lips. “Even worse than Niklaus, on some days,” the whole room chuckles, “but, the one thing I’ve been able to wait for is you.”

“The truth is, I’ve been wanting to do this since the day we first met - at that old record store.”

She watches as he opens the blue box, revealing a dainty golden ring with a white diamond at the center.

“My love,” he says again. “Will you marry me?”

-

He remembers the day after Davina had stolen his heart much better than the day of, if he’s quite honest.

Finn congratulated him, Klaus teased him.

Rebekah envied him. Elijah supported him.

By the time their second encounter comes around, it’s already summer. She’s at the local occult club meeting, sitting there, looking like something the wind blew in.

“Hello again,” he had said, “is this seat taken?”

She recognizes him, almost immediately. “Nope,” Davina chirps, eventually meeting his longing gaze. “Fancy seeing you here,” she finally addresses.

There is nothing else there, just a boy catching the eye of a girl.

“I’m surprised you remembered me,” Kol adds.

She offers him a kind smile. “A handsome man with impeccable taste in music,” she says. “How could I forget someone like that?”

He’s surprised.

Flirting.

He didn’t think she’d be so bold.

“I could say the same about you - pretty girl and all,” Kol tells, offering the same type of smile back.

Minutes pass, their instructor is still late.

“Why are you interested in witchcraft?” She suddenly asks.

“All things dark and mysterious, they’ve always piqued my curiosity,” he sings, and that’s how they begin.

-

So, where did we leave off?

Will you marry me?

Oh - right.

And then she said:

“No.”

Kol inhales a sharp breath.

No.

No?

No!

Davina furrows her brows, she approaches the man with the box. Softly, she places her fingers around it and slowly closes it shut.

“I’m sorry Kol,” she sobs. “It’s just too soon for me, I love you…so much. But I just need more time,” she watches him as he hangs on her every word.

Jaw dropping at her tone.

“Davina,” he sighs. “I don’t understand, if you know you love me…and I love you…then, why is there a need for more time?”

Eventually, she just gives up.

The man before her is such a romantic, how could he understand the simplicity as well as the complexities of a woman who just wanted to find herself?

“I just can’t do this,” Davina uncomfortably releases. “I have to go.”

-

It’s always odd, the way things go.

Almost as if the fates had something else in store for him.

Marcel has to choose.

Confess to Hayley or comfort Davina.

“Marcel.”

Humbly, he chooses the latter.

“Please don’t scold me right now, this is already hard enough,” the young girl sobs (woman but child in his eyes - as he leans outside the car with her, hand on her shoulder).

“I wasn’t going to,” Marcel whispers. “I came to see if you’re okay.”

“Of course I’m okay!” she shouts, and immediate regret surrounds her when she realizes that she was taking her anger out on him. “Kol is the one who’s heartbroken…I hurt him, I even ran away! God, he’s all alone, he must be feeling so awful-”

“Davina,” he cuts in, locking eyes with her. “He has his family, he’ll be okay,” Marcel assures her.

She finally leans into him, collapsing against his chest.

“I guess,” she cries, feeling his warm hand on her back this time. “I do love him, you know that right?” she reminds him (reminds herself).

He nods, thinking of Hayley. “I know,” he acknowledges. “To be honest, I’m probably the only one…but I’m glad you said no.”

She actually releases a laugh.

“Not ready to lose me yet?”

“Never.”

It’s a touching moment, found family meant more to them that they could say in so many words.

“Don’t worry,” for once, he allows her to comfort him too. “I’ll always be there for you, Marcel.”

He misses his chance to say it back - but she knows he has and he always will give up the world for her.

-

Backstage, Kol is inconsolable.

He goes off on Finn for the flowers again and this time, the older brother just takes it, knowing that maybe this will offer the little one some semblance of relief.

“This is just like that time he wanted to buy that yacht,” Elijah sighs

“Or when he lost those golden golf clubs at that auction we went to in Berlin,” Rebekah comments, as they are both out of reach of Kol’s hearing.

“He’ll get over it,” Freya whispers “He’s a Mikaelson, Mikael made sure we were all put through much worse.”

One by one, they all try their best

Hayley watches as Klaus returns Hope to her and makes his way to his brother’s side.

“Kol.”

“Nik, not now.”

He observes as the other continues to fiddle with the plants - pricking off the dried ends, trimming the sides, placing them in all different kinds of arrangements -

“The flowers look fine,” Klaus breaks the silence.

He feels something warm at the center of his back - his brother’s touch, radiating through his jacket. Unexpectedly, it’s enough to offer him a small sense of relief.

“She said no,” Kol sighs. “I threw this dumb party, and she said no,” he whines, arms crossing and huffing loudly, just like when they were children.

Klaus laughs, he could be such a brat sometimes.

“So what?”

The other drops his jaw. “So what?” He repeats, immediately shoving his brother off of him. “Do you know how much money I spent on these glass swans?”

Klaus tilts his head - thinking of what Elijah would say to him, if he were in this exact predicament.

“You are a Mikaelson,” he reminds Kol. “And we are known for one thing,” he pursues. “Never giving up.”

It takes Kol exactly two seconds before his entire face breaks into laughter.

His other siblings stare in awe - who knew that all it took was some crazy words from their most unexpected brother to do the trick.

“Did you think that would actually work on me?” Kol asks, seriously.

Klaus shakes his head. “You’re smiling, aren’t you?”

His younger sibling exhales in disbelief - was this actually happening right now?

“Well, I can’t help it,” Kol offers. “Seeing you with that weird glimmer in your eyes, dancing around with a toddler,” he loses himself in those images. “It’s so unlike the brother I’ve known, all these years.”

“And,” Klaus says. “The little brother I knew used to have a different girl in his bed every other week,” he recalls. “Now, you want to get married?”

Both brothers smile at each other, in awe.

“Love. It’s a strange thing, isn’t it?”

“And so it is, Nik.”

-

After the party, the Mikaelson siblings squeeze into a limo.

Hayley carries a sleeping Hope as they make their way outside only to find Klaus waving them off.

She silently observes him as he’s making his way back to her. This whole event, that’s all she’s been, quiet and calculating.

Waiting for the right moment.

“You’re not going with them?” she questions him.

He notices her hip swung to one side in order to support their daughter’s sleeping body - her soft hand on her back, carefully lulling Hope to stay dormant.

He bites - she’s a good mother, he thinks.

“They’ll be alright,” Klaus tells her. “You know my siblings, such a handful, but in the end, they have each other,” he reminds her.

“I’ve always been jealous of that,” Hayley quips. “Big happy family,” she cheers.

“Big, sure…happy? Eh,” he chuckles.

She giggles.

Hayley Marshall? Giggle?

What was happening here?

“I was really impressed with the way you cheered Kol up,” she surprises herself with her next words. She wonders why it took her so long to see that he has indeed actually become a family man. “I didn’t think anyone could get him out of that slump,” Hayley says.

“Well, I did what I could,” he shrugs. “The rest is up to him.”

She’s lost in her thoughts again - she looks beyond who he is, who she knew him as. All she sees is a chance, an opportunity before her.

“I never noticed,” she whispers quietly. “The hint of yellow in your eyes.”

He takes a step back as she lunges forward.

“Sweetheart,” Klaus raises a brow. “What is all this about?”

And maybe, it happens because she’s inspired by Kol’s brave confession.

Maybe, those impulsive romantic actions that are just so Mikaelson in nature are rubbing off on her.

Either way, she takes this chance to kiss him.

It’s no surprise that he gladly kisses her back.

-

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