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The Emma Swan to my Evil Queen
The Prue to my Phoebe
Queen Tanya


Par les soirs bleus d'été, j'irai dans les sentiers,
Picoté par les blés, fouler l'herbe menue,
Rêveur, j'en sentirai la fraîcheur à mes pieds.
Je laisserai le vent baigner ma tête nue.

Je ne parlerai pas, je ne penserai rien :
Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'âme,
Et j'irais loin, bien loin, comme un bohémien,
Par la nature, heureux comme avec une femme.

Arthur Rimbaud

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And when we dance, it’s like the whole world stop spinning.

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This night there was a bal and both Elijah and Klaus had invited Tatia as their date. She had to choose, and she went with Elijah, leaving Klaus desesperatly alone. When he saw them together, standing next to each other, so close, holding hands, he couldn’t take it. He turned away and left the bal room, he ran to the office to grab a piece of paper and wrote a note :

'You went with him. Why ? I though you and I had something, something called love.'

He didn’t sign, there was no need, she would recognize the writing, and anyway who else could have written such a note. He gave it to a waiter so he could pass it to Tatia and left, holding his head high, trying to save his pride to the eyes of others while he was crying inside.

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Klaus was talking with the guests of his bal when he noticed a wonderful brunette walking in, he turned around and recognized her, Tatia.

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Tatia : Klaus ? Is that you ? What are you ?

Klaus : I’m an hybrid, half vampire half werewolf.

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'It's been over a thousand years, and there is no day, no second that i haven’t thought about you. I carry you in my heart everywhere i go, no matter what. You were the love of my life, i can’t imagine loving a woman like i loved you, like i love you.’ whispers Klaus looking at a painted portrait of the beautiful Tatia.

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Tatia : I know your mother doesn’t like me much …

Klaus : Who cares ?

Tatia : I do ! Since you behave like a little boy whenever she is around.

Klaus : (angry) THAT’S SO NOT TRUE !

Tatia : Really ? Can i trust you ?

Klaus : …

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Tatia : Elijah ?

Elijah : You are beautiful, i missed you ! I remember, I remember the feelings, the love i felt for you.

Tatia : Don’t, Elijah don’t …

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