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❝ Danger is my middle name anymore. No need to worry about me now.❞
“i do not, by any means, wish to undermine you, jj, but there is much need for me to worry about you. new orleans is not exactly what you think it to be. the threats are much greater than you believe them to be.”
"i don't need your pity."
“your concern while appreciated
is not necessary. i am fine.”
“Our praise to You,Eternal our God, Sovereign of all: for giving us life, sustaining us, and enabling us to reach this season”.
"i do not know if what i am feeling is right or wrong, and to be honest with you, elijah, i cannot bring myself to care. i just know that the conflict i feel cannot compare to the fact that this is impossible. i killed him myself.he was dead. i was sure of that. and now he is back. i do not know what to do with that knowledge, if i should even do anything. things - things have changed a lot in the last decade. things could never be the same between ari and i. . ."
“Oh, yes forgive me. My name is Tatia Petrova.”
She feels slightly impolite for not sharing that piece of information before. She studies the woman noting that she is already quite distrustful of her. Of course a seemingly random stranger who appears on ones doorstep is hardly a situation resonating trust. It’s a pleasure to meet you, do you know when Elijah or Niklaus might be back?”
She hadn’t forgotten her goal she still wanted to see them, whether or not this woman trusted her to do so remained unclear.
at the sound of the name, she notes a familiarity in it. she had heard it somewhere – but she could not quite recall instantly; until it finally hit her when tatia called klaus niklaus. only a handful of people could get away with doing so – ziva was not even one of them.
“oh, you are tatia? i thought i was told you had passed?”
the question came in a slight form of confusion, but regardless ziva would invite her in – hoping this woman could indeed be trusted.
“please, come in.”
she gestures into the rather large corridor, door opening just a bit wider. “i believe they will back in an hour or so,” a pause. “i suppose klaus would insist i offer you something to drink?”
if she were honest, ziva did not know how her sire would approach this situation.
The vampire figures whoever this woman is, she clearly cares for the Mikaelson family. Part of her wonders if one of them have found happiness with her, she wants nothing more than to know that in a thousand years they found some sort of joy in their lives. She takes a deep breath deciding how to explain herself to the brunette.
“I’m an old friend of the family. I’m here to reconnect with them, as well as make peace with them after some past events.”
She let out a nervous breath, after explaining herself. She may have left a few components out of the story, but it was the most honest she could bring herself to be to a complete stranger. She toyed with the hem of her shirt as she waited for the woman’s response.
the hybrid listens carefully, taking a half step backwards. a fractional head tilt comes to her as she watches the woman before her on the other side of the threshold. she does not seem like a threat but one could never be certain && ziva has never been known for her trust in others. after everything she had endured, no one could really blame her, though.
“an old friend? well, do you perhaps have a name or am i to try to guess?”
the question resounds heavenly throughout the foyer with a deep mediterranean inflection – her accent quite telling when it showed through at its thickest.
“i am ziva david,”
more of the accent, hoping perhaps by telling her her own name she can make some progress in the direction of getting the stranger’s.
Tatia was rather unsure of herself in the moment. She paced outside The home of the Mikaelson’s a good ten minutes before tentatively knocking on the door. She was nervous, after all she hadn’t seen the family for what was many centuries. Still she had to make her peace with them, to one show them she was okay. And two, tell Elijah she forgave him.
Chewing on her bottom lip, she awaited for the door to be answered. Once it opened she saw a woman, part of her worried she had found the wrong residence, but she figured she’d try anyway.
“Yes, do the Mikaelsons still reside here? I am looking for them. Elijah in particular,”
ziva became rather curious; perhaps a bit defensive. despite the anger she felt towards klaus for what he did to her, she could not help but to feel protective over this family. so, when this woman asked for them, of course alarm bells went off within that brain of hers.
“yes, they do. however, elijah is not here at the moment. may i ask who you are && what it is you need from him?”
a pause as the hybrid scanned this woman over, sensing she was indeed a vampire. would this be another enemy to fight off? or perhaps an ally? she could not tell for certain. not yet.
this was not nor could ever be her home, however ziva david was well aware that it was not a prison either. the luxuries of which klaus – her sire – had presented her with did not make her transition or her new life any easier. in fact, if anything she would much rather be back at ncis. this is not even remotely surprising, especially given that she was now bound to this place – a loyal little soldier awaiting orders. this was not the life she had chosen – but now it is the only one of which she knows.
on the couch in the lounge, the young israeli hybrid sat leafing through one of klaus’ novels. however, it found itself set aside when the sound of a knocking caught her attention. even though she hated herself for what she had become she found her abilities useful. whirring towards the door, she opened it to find a woman at the door. brows furrowing, she managed a brief smile.
“can i help you?”
I think we should put you on a leash.
“if this was your attempt at a werewolf joke, let me assureyou i do not find it amusing inthe s l i g h t e s t .”
