as we pass through arrangements of shadows

[shreds]

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[interminably]

( Klaus is on the balcony, having not joined Camille for the evening just yet. Doc has brought Henry back upstairs to the guest bedroom to get him ready for bed.

He overlooks the city from so high up. )

You couldn't get such a view in New Orleans. But, is there a city more rich in history.

[likeaweapon]

[She smirks as she makes her way closer, standing next to him as she links her arm through his.]

I think that depends on the kind of history you're looking for. I'm certainly fonder of New Orleans, if I'm honest.

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As am I, it was home once and was made our home again. Despite this hiccup, it will always be.

( He smiles at the city below. )

Your son is remarkable.

[likeaweapon]

Of course he is.

[Her tone is teasing as she looks out over the city.]

He's got two remarkable parents.

[interminably]

I did some reading on Doc Holliday. I quite liked the film Tombstone.

( Does he have a point? Is he teasing? )

[likeaweapon]

[Probably both.]

Tombstone? Really? No wild west anecdotes you wish to share?

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I didn't much care for the Wild West. I preferred the bustle of the city. You should have seen Los Angeles then. I passed through one of those towns once or twice, but I was the mysterious stranger. It made it easy to eat.

( but nothing like a fond memory. )

[likeaweapon]

The frontier lands always made that easy. Everyone was spaced so far apart that it was hard for word to spread.

[Her past doesn't weigh on her as heavily as it should, but it's still slightly uncomfortable to reminisce about it now.]

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Always home to provide their kindness with strangers.

( Being a father now does tinge his memories somewhat. But, he can't give them back. )

[likeaweapon]

Mmmm. But that was another lifetime, wasn't it?

[Most people today are not as savvy. Probably for the best in terms of their safety.]

[interminably]

Several lifetimes over.

( But they will always be savvy. Every branch of their family. )

What is it like? Two former vampires. What were the chances?

[likeaweapon]

Oddly enough, we met when we were still vampires.

[Before they had the possibility of getting more of their relationship.]

But by the time we were cured ... we both wanted the same things. The same real life. It's so nice to just ... be on the same page.

[As much as she loved Marcel, that was never something they managed. They always were slightly out of sync.]

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( He knows he hasn't heard the story, hasn't asked. )

Please, spin me the tale. Did you meet here in New York?

[likeaweapon]

Chicago, actually. He was on the run from a curse and I was having drinks with Stefan, and we bumped into each other. At first it was a lot of charm, but then as we started to get to know each other. Then the curse started to get complicated, and the family he was running from came to save him. I helped.

When all was said and done, by the end of it he was human, and by the time Elena gave me the cure, we were quite in love.

[interminably]

( Ah, Chicago. He does have fond memories. )

And what of Marcel? I confess I didn't keep up like I should with you two. Then again, who could. You're on, you're off, he proposes, you're back in New Orleans.

[likeaweapon]

I love Marcel. I do. But I don't think we were ever on the same page or wanting the same things.

[She shakes her head.]

I think he more wanted me to have what I wanted, than actually wanted the same things I did. Does that make sense?

[interminably]

He could not accept what you truly wanted. And he liked being a vampire. And he wanted - he wants you happy.

( It takes a lot for him to say it. But, he does. )

[likeaweapon]

He does. And I want him happy too.

[She shrugs.]

But I don't think I was the one who was going to do it.

[interminably]

I can't say I thought you were the one for him, but I had my suspicions.

( Not hopes. It could never be hopes. )

What is it about John Henry?

[likeaweapon]

[She considers for a moment, staring out at the city as she considers.]

I don't know if it was one thing. Honestly, it was more a lot of little things. How many things we had in common. How much we still have to catch up on with regards to this time. I felt like he actually understood me.

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He wasn't kept in a box?

( Oh how he knows how close he is. )

[likeaweapon]

No. In a well, actually. With an immortality ring.

[So yes, they have a great deal and common.]

[interminably]

( What are the odds. )

You really do have much in common.

[likeaweapon]

It's rather fortunate we managed to find each other.

[A small smile.]

The world does work in mysterious ways, doesn't it?

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Or, in our cases, against our very nature.

( He still struggles as the abomination his mother made him to be. )

Had you heard of the esteemed Doc Holliday?