once freya arrives, she'll find elena sitting on a swing, letting it gently steer her back and forth. her hands are examining the petals of the climbing roses sticking to the arbor that the swing has been attached to. she's prepared herself for the sight of the eldest mikaelson, so alike and unlike her mirror.
elena is prepared, and so she doesn't flinch when she turns freya's way to greet her. the greeting is wordless, but leaves no room for doubt: elena scoots fully to one side of the bench, leaving the rest of the swing's space unoccupied should freya choose to join her. )
somewhere lives the preposterous idea that i forgive myself.
once freya arrives, she'll find elena sitting on a swing, letting it gently steer her back and forth. her hands are examining the petals of the climbing roses sticking to the arbor that the swing has been attached to. she's prepared herself for the sight of the eldest mikaelson, so alike and unlike her mirror.
elena is prepared, and so she doesn't flinch when she turns freya's way to greet her. the greeting is wordless, but leaves no room for doubt: elena scoots fully to one side of the bench, leaving the rest of the swing's space unoccupied should freya choose to join her. )