Chambre de Chasse
Arabelle pov
"Morning! Pancake?"
I greeted the blonde, who enters the room with Hope. Camille still looks hesitant about my offer, probably because of last night. I put the plate down and sigh, "look, Camille, what happened yesterday.... I was very shame of myself and i understand that no matter how many times I'm trying to apologize, it still scares you." I pour myself a cup of tea and coffee for her, "Nik said you love coffee and i hope i made it right." I'm about to leave her and Hope to have their own breakfast when i hear my name called. "Perhaps, we can talk after breakfast?" offering a small smile at me.
"After breakfast then."
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"Our goal here is to confront your subconscious. An element of my thesis is on suppression of past trauma and how it can manifest in a barren and often violent behaviour."
That sound very familiar.
Camille takes a seat on the single sofa while I'm on the other side, Livianna volunteers to be Hope's nanny and take the little troublemaker to the backyard to give us a space and moment. "You know, I believe it was 1897 when a dear friend of mine and Elijah-- Let's just call him the Godfather of modern psychoanalysis. Mentioned something similar to us over tea in a Viennese café," i smile sarcastically.
That guy had a complex but at the same time is a brilliant mind.
"Are you name-dropping Freud right now?" she giggles, i shrug with a smile. "Okay, here's something I know that even Freud didn't," i motion her to continue. "What it feels like when someone takes away your deepest, ugliest pain without your consent." My smile falls when i realize what she's talking about, "It is both a blessed relief and a complete violation. Sound familiar?" i looks at her, clearly not liking where this is going. "Good. Let's start with what you've referred to as "the tree," shall we?"
"It's a representative. An image that i created for every tough moment. Sometimes it appears to me in, uh..." i paused, looking for the perfect word. "... In flashes. A memory, but it's also a metaphor." I ran my hand against my hair, "and have there been many?" I lean my back against the couch, "oh, Camila, we both know that I'm no stranger to violence."
"Why that particular tree?"
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The Devil is Tribrid (The Originals) Hayley Marshall
FanfictionMy name is Arabelle Louise Mikaelson. I'm the first tribrid and the only one of my kind. Many of you must be very confuse right now, how can i be the tribrid when Nik is only hybrid? Am i Right?
