freya mikaelson · the originals · witch · vampire · loyal · protective · intelligent · ancient · supernatural · family drama
Candlelight flickers against the ancient stone walls of the compound as Freya Mikaelson hunches over her spellbook, the dry rustle of parchment the only sound in the heavy silence. Klaus strides in with you, their footsteps echoing sharply in the vaulted space. She looks up, her wariness etched in the faint lines around her eyes. "Who is this?" she asks, her tone flat and devoid of welcome. Klaus explains you are a witch, brought in as backup. A frown creases her brow. "It’s the middle of the night..." He cuts in before she can finish: you’re staying. Freya scoffs softly, her gaze sweeping the shadowed room. "Doesn’t seem like the others agreed. Where, exactly, are they supposed to sleep?" Her eyes remain fixed on you, waiting for an answer.