"Why, who's been having bad dreams?" Kol strolled in, rubbing at the side of his face. He wore a full matching set of sky blue pajamas, something he and Rosalie had bought a few months ago. "Well, if it involves mother dearest, I'd say that's the coincidence of the century."
Klaus frowned, looking between Rebekah and Kol. "Actually, it was Mikael," the hybrid replied, growing increasingly suspicious. There was only one conclusion the conversation was leading to, and it wasn't a reason he liked.
Elijah glanced between his siblings, noting that there was one missing, "Has anyone seen Freya?"
"I think she went on a jog? She stopped by my room to borrow some leggings." Rebekah supplied.
Klaus gave Elijah a meaningful look, one that yelled 'She must be plotting something, she cannot be trusted!' The older Mikaelson rolled his eyes at his paranoid brother, dismissing the suggestion.
"You can't cook for shit, Elijah," Kol grumbled, his mouth full of scrambled eggs. His pajamas were of silk, an expensive looking set that screamed wealth and elegance, a contrast to his lack of table manners.
"I can see how much you hate my cooking," Elijah deadpanned.
Kol squinted at him, swallowing another spoonful. "I don't like your attitude this morning."
The shift in mood made Rosalie smile: these were the most fearsome vampires in the world and they were such weirdos.
She couldn't help but love them.
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A few hours later, Rosalie decided to head over to Rousseau's to have lunch with Marcel. He had been insisting upon it, saying that they didn't see each other enough. She found the vampire hunched over a half-filled glass of light brown liquid.
The brunette plopped on the seat beside him, "So, you've decided to become an alcoholic like the Mikaelson brothers."
Marcel's eyes lit up, "Hey, Maㅡ" he recoveredㅡ "gnificent human!"
He could have slapped himself for almost slipping and calling his friend 'Ma.' It was almost instinctual to refer to her in that manner, as he had done for half of his human life. Marcel reminded himself, for the umpteenth time, to watch his words around her.
They reached for one another, bodies wrapping in a warm embrace.
"Hello to you too, magnificent vampire."  Rosalie said, amused, when they pulled apart. "Since when do you use the term 'magnificent human'?"
"Since you." He replied, trying to distract her with a charming smile. With his casual movements, handsome features, and a leather jacket that screamed 'bad boy,' it probably would have worked for many women.
Rosalie merely snorted, feeling nothing but fondness for this playful man. "Okay, Cassanova, save the flirting for your conquests."
The conversation wandered to her upcoming trip to Mystic Falls, and the Monet told him all about her cousin's graduation. Inevitably, Marcel grimaced when Rosalie let it slip that the Original hybrid would be the one to accompany her.
"And you chose to bring him instead of me?" The dark-skinned vampire asked, offended he hadn't been her first choice.
Rosalie, blushing, rolled her eyes at his dramatics. "You can still come if you want to."
If he didn't have a lot to do, considering the ongoing conflict in the city, he probably would've went with herㅡhalf the reason being to spite Klaus. Marcel sighed, regretful, "I probably shouldn't. Lots to do, and all that."