021 ƒ closed } { you're sayin' those words like you hate me now

[deathlessness]

Who: Freya Mikaelson/Drizella Tremaine + Leopold Fitz, Klaus and Kol Mikaelson, Caroline Forbes, Natasha Romanoff, potentially some other people, again, it's a party.
Where: Freya's room, eventually Drizella's room, Fitz's head.
When: April 1.
Rating: PG-13 probably
Summary: Freya is ready to finally fix Fitz but in true TVD fashion nothing goes as planned.
The Story:

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here in the ashes your soul cries out | freya, klaus, fitz

[deathlessness]

[Fitz has been in Freya's closet long enough, and she thinks she's finally narrowed down the door they needed. The scent of sage and other herbs fills the air as she starts to create the appropriate salt lines and glances to her brother over her shoulder.]

Are you ready?

[She's not asking Fitz. He doesn't get a say.]

[poppycock]

( in true klaus fashion, he's spent the majority of freya's setup time lurking somewhat impatiently along the outskirts, anxious to begin. of course, that did not hinder the baleful and threatening looks in the doctor's direction: a persistent reminder he's being watched.

at freya's question, he stops his slow pacing, and steps forward. ) Heartily, ( he responds, and waits for direction. )

[hypoxic]

[ there's a faint snort of derision from the doctor as the pair of supernaturals glower at him. This, again. Always this. Whatever they're searching for never works. Whatever they're trying now is bound to fail as readily as the previous attempts. Ophelia will stay as safe as she has been.

His witch had better not betray him. ]

[deathlessness]

[Freya nods before moving to kneel in the circle with him, holding out her hand for him to take.]

It'll be a little disorienting at first, but hopefully this will be a quick trip.

[And with her brother powering the spell, that should only expedite things.]

[poppycock]

For a change, ( he replies, taking her hand, and looking pointedly at fitz, as if it's entirely his fault they've made such slow progress.

if he's going to blame anyone tbh )

[hypoxic]

[ his eyes roll. All this pomp and circumstance, and for what exactly? He huffs under his breath, drumming his fingers as he waits for them to just get on with it. ]

[deathlessness]

[One hand waves and Fitz drops off to sleep - it's always easier when there's minimal resistance - before beginning the spell. The chanting is soft, drawing power from the vampire next to her, and soon the spell takes hold both Klaus and Freya dropping to the ground in the center of the circle, and reawakening inside the corridors of Fitz's mind.]

[unclever]

[ Freya has been working on mapping this area for a long time now. She's figured out routes to the important places. There are elements and jargon, memories meticulously categorized in ways that only make tangential sense to anyone other than him.

This time, she and Klaus manifest in a cream-colored hall that seems to stretch endlessly out in one direction and twists into a maze in the other. There's a squeal of sneakers against the stained wood floor, and a small, waist-high figure darts away from them on skinny legs. At least some part of Fitz has been trying to do some remodeling in this area. He wasn't expecting Freya back this soon. ]

[poppycock]

( klaus is far less familiar with the literal corridors of fitz's mind, but the sight of a smaller fitz is recognizable enough. in the blink of an eye, klaus leaves freya's side to cut off child, stopping in front of him as a barrier. his eyes lift over the small head to freya: what now? )

[deathlessness]

[She sighs softly as she crouches down to his level. This isn't the first time she's met this version of Fitz, and she knew he was going to be an obstacle. It's just a matter of determining which traps he's laid for them today.]

Hello, Leopold. We're not here to hurt you.

[unclever]

[ this Fitz is very much not accustomed to someone moving at vampire speeds. Not here. The scary stuff all lives farther out, in the extreme places he's too scared to go near. He's already close to tears when Freya reaches them, backing away as best as he can. He hasn't had time to build a fort for himself yet. ]

You want to take my Dad. [ how could that not be hurtful??? ]

[poppycock]

( fear is hardly surprising to him. no, what throws him is the defense of fitz's father, who he can't recall was ever referred to in such a light, when he even was mentioned.

he cannot comprehend such allegiance to a parent, and not in his friend. it strikes him true, on a deeper, visceral level, just how truly this boy has diverged.

klaus sinks too to his knees. ) Well he wasn't very nice to you or your mother, was he?

[deathlessness]

[Freya's only gotten glimpses of the story with his mother, and Klaus clearly knows more. So she's just going to try and build off that.]

Sometimes the people we love, don't love us well in return. And sometimes that can hurt us more than we realize.

[unclever]

[ he shakes his head violently at that. The stories Klaus heard mostly arrived from an adult with decades of scarring and perspective to Express his pain. That level of understanding has no place here at his core, where a terrified little boy never stopped wanting his father. ]

He treats mum and me really good. Considering I'm stupid, and she's a girl... [ they'd never be able to survive on their own if it was ever just the two of them. He's heard mum and dad yell about it a lot. ]

[poppycock]

( clearly that is the case: this is truly just a child. klaus was never quite able to completely stamp out the rage he'd feel when his father insulted or beat him. that righteousness seems absent, or rather buried, in this boy, as it was at times in him. and the justifications: those still exist in him, too. that he's weak, worthless, an abomination.

klaus studies him silently, and then reaches out a gentle hand to rest on his arm. ) You're a very smart boy, Leopold. And as for your mother being a girl... That's not a kind or true thing to imply of the woman who loves you, is it?

so sorry this is so late

[deathlessness]

Especially since I know how much you love her.

[All boys love their mothers and she hopes that Mrs. Fitz was a far better parent than Mr. Fitz.]

You're the smartest boy I know, Fitz. You like science, don't you? Look at the evidence.

It happens!

[unclever]

[He flinches openly as Klaus moves to touch him, and only relaxes after the hand has been in contact for a long moment without causing pain.

It's happening, but he doesn't trust it.]

I. probably said the wrong word. [If they think he's insulting mum, then it's his fault. All of it is his fault. His head would drop there if the lady hadn't spoken up just then. He knows her. He's pretty sure he knows what she wants to do here.]

The evidence says you don't want me to have a father. It just got fixed and you want it to break again.