"There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years"
In which Juliette Mikaelson is the daughter of one of...
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' pilot '
JULIETTE MIKAELSON-SALVATORE WAS born and partially raised in France about one-thousand and thirty years ago, but she's long since lost count. However, to this day her thick French accent remains strongly intact despite living between many other countries throughout her life.
Her husband had told her that he wanted to go back to Mystic Falls, Virginia for the first time in over a century to see Stefan, who they hadn't seen in about twenty years. "Are you sure you want to go back, mon amour?" Juliette asked softly as she finished her packing.
Damon nodded, coming up behind her and placing his hands on her hips delicately. "Stefan's there." He reminded. "We have to."
She leaned back into his touch, his fingers steadily messing with the hem of her skirt. "When do we leave?"
"Tonight."
______ Damon found himself lurking outside of the Salvatore Boarding House, ready to go to verbal warfare with his brother any moment now. He had sent Juliette inside first to soften the blow of their arrival, Stefan always took kinder to her.
"Stefan." A soft voice called from the main entryway of the house. "Are you here?" She asked, walking up the stairs and standing in his doorway, in an instant her brother-in-law stood in front of her, confusion on his features.
"Juliette? What are you doing here?" He asked, an odd expression on his face. "Is Damon with you?" He asked, the thought bringing anger to his mind.
She nodded, "He sent me to gauge your reaction." She paused before bringing him in for a tight hug. "I've missed you, Stefan, it's been far too long." She told him, always having seen his as a younger brother to protect.
He hugged her back, he loved Juliette as a sister, and she was a million times more tolerable than his brother, though he knew wherever she went, the trouble that was Damon followed. He looked over as a bird squawked loudly on the balconey, Damon appearing a moment later.
"Crow's a bit much, don't you think?" Stefan asked as he stared right at Damon as the two brothers stood across from each other in the bedroom. The older one looked unphased by the situation, while the younger was tense, rigid, and on high alert.
"Wait till you see what I can do with the fog." Damon smirked.
"When'd you guys get here?"
"Well I couldn't miss your first day of school." He snarked, god how he wanted to rip his brother's head off, and he didn't even know why. "Your hair's different, I like it."
"It's been fifteen years, Damon."
"Thank god." The taller man replied. "I couldn't take another day of the nineties. That horrible grunge look? Did not suit you. Remember Stefan, it's important to stay away from fads."
