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Drunk Wish Drabble
DRUNKWISHES Wishes are funny things.
Sometimes they are a reflection of one’s heart’s deepest desires, other times they are simply a reaction from a particularly strong emotion one is or was feeling. Be the feeling, anger, jealousy or some other irrational emotion. Those types of wishes are never truly what the wisher intends for deep within the confines of their hearts.
Wishes are often harmless.
That is, until they are granted.
Then, harmless is quite the antonym for what wishes stand for.
Often, they are non-specific. A wisher forgets that crystal clarity is a vital requirement to getting just what it is you’re asking for, you can't be blind to the details! No room for error.
When wishes are granted, chaos often follows. The results are even more so hilarious when sometimes the recipients simply do not know what in the world happened, when in truth it was their own wish that was the cause of their predicament.
Hayley would be painfully enduring this truth in her life shortly.
The vicious cycle of ‘what if’s’ had to cease. It was a rare moment in life that Hayley felt entitled to speak out so selfishly.
“Part of me wishes I never met your family,” she spoke over the rim of her crystal whiskey glass, hazel optics glittering up to meet the cold, pained stare of Elijah Mikaelson, his gaze was darkened. Hayley possessed some semblance of self-preservation which caused the pit of her stomach to roll violently. If looks could kill, she’d be flat out on the floor at his feet now. Sighing she attempted to redirect her thoughts elsewhere, eyes closing momentarily to blink slow. As eyes peeled open, her brow furrowed and expression drew inward, "what the hell?”
Elijah had vanished and what she knew of the Mikaelson compound was no longer. “Elijah!? This isn’t funny!” Her senses had shifted to the air, it didn't even feel the same let alone smell the same. His cologne didn't cling to it as it usually did leaving a trail behind him even while departing at inhuman speed - it's as if he had never been there at all. There was however another scent in the air, one that made its appearance rather quickly. "Who's Elijah, Hales?"
Jackson had swiftly rounded the corner and casually propped himself against the frame of the door. "Jack, why are you here? Are you trying to get your head ripped from your shoulders?"
The flannel clad wolf looked disheveled, his hair looking like a bird had just laid claim to it for her nest with debris and wood chips stuck to his shirt. "What are you talking about? We own the place." Washing over his visage a concerned expression twisted his rugged features while approaching her. Standing before her he reached for her hand and plucked the whiskey glass from it to place atop the table at her side. Calloused fingertips brushed back stray mocha strands from the periphery of hazel orbs, following the curve of her angular cheekbone to rest his warmed palm against it. "You drank a little too much, any is too much these days. Inhaling the paint fumes ain't helpin' either, I bet. I know you're stressin' but you can't be drinkin. We talked about that Hales.'"
From this, she gathered that Jackson had bought this place and was in the midst of renovations, but why couldn't she drink? "I'm almost finished upstairs, I've got Ollie working on the plumbing and Aiden's been painting walls for what seems like days. When we're finished here it'll be nice to have a spot a little closer to the Quarter and out of the Bayou. Mary's been complaining about it for months when she's gotta make those trips into town, she gets a bit grouchy when the journey is long and takes her entire day up. The whole pack'll have a haven now too." He leans forward to kiss her forehead, she's hardly had time to process any of what's been happening before he guides her away with him, hand in hand. "I've got to show you something."
Eyes widen to the size of full moons, catching a glimpse of the oversized diamond on her ring finger to her left hand. "Is this new?" she pauses, coming to the conclusion she needs to play her role and act like whatever's just happened is reality, "I don't remember it being this heavy," is the excuse she uses to correct herself.
"We've been married for well over a decade and you think it's too heavy now?"
Hayley curses herself under her breath, laughing it off only to nudge him softly on the shoulder. Sh*t. She really wished that she had never met the Mikaelson's and now --- she had really never met them, but she remembered them. She remembered everything.
"Our girl's supposed to drop in a little later from school, she's told me she has a surprise for us and the babies."
Our girl? Babies?
Panic.
Could he read it on her face or did he really think that she was delusional from the paint fumes and day drinking?
Upstairs she was led into the room that used to be Hope's bedroom which had now been repainted and decorated with deep navy paint; a metallic platinum moon upon the ceiling, the surrounding walls littered with tiny sparkling stars. "Aiden's been workin' his ass off to get all the constellations just right. He said he's going to have Josh swing by with some linens for the cribs and help him finish decorating, we wanted to surprise you. A little home away from home."
Behind her he rests his chin into the curve of her shoulder while both hands gravitate to her belly, "It'll be safe. Quiet. And the twins will always be able to see the stars when they ain't out in the Bayou for the real ones."
If this was life without the Mikaelson's, she wasn't doing too bad so far. BAR FIGHT. "Friends don't let friends, drink and wish."
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