remnants | jeremy & anna

wakemeinneverland:

She immediately giggled at his reaction to her sudden presence. He may be older, but some habits were hard to die—for the both of them. She couldn’t help but feel herself melt a little inside or stop the smile from appearing on her lips seeing his face. It only solidified when his fingers playfully tugged on her hair—a sign that he was really here in the flesh right in front of her.

“It’s really me.” She responded before she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him into a firm, warm hug (and she couldn’t help but think, yes, she was right. There was definitely some muscle underneath); a confirmation that this really wasn’t a dream. “How long has it been?” She pulled away before giving him another look. “You’ve…grown up.”

Her face dropped slightly at his question; a reminder of why she was in this city in the first place—Kol. And the fact that Jeremy was here during Kol’s instability and depression did not make her feel any better. Or the fact that Kol was eating everyone on sight and hiding their bodies in the kitchen freezer. She quickly composed herself; her smile returning. “I’m here visiting…an old friend.” It was the truth, sort of. But there was no way she would get Jeremy involved with anything remotely Mikaelson related, let alone Kol himself. “What are you doing here? It’s such a small world. How long has it been? I guess you’re not a high school freshman anymore, huh?”

Instinct drive his arms around her, like it was the most natural thing in the world. She didn’t fit quite the same way against him as she used to, an indicator that his youth was behind him. Jeremy bent forward, though, head momentarily resting atop hers, clinging to the familiarity, his mission abandoned for now. “Yeah,” he muttered wryly, an eyebrow raised at the pause in her next comment. “So do you.” If that were possible for someone like her. Usually, her countenance reflected the age that her human life was stolen from her, but today, as he stares down at her in their embrace, he could see in her eyes the weariness of a long life.

“An old friend, huh,” the hunter echoes back with little conviction. “Anyone I know?” Jeremy couldn’t help but feel like this accidental distraction was becoming more than that, but for now, he allowed her to direct the conversation. “I’m here with a couple friends from uni.” The truth. “Our senior project is due in a couple weeks. We were hoping to find some inspiration in the local architecture.” Half truth. “Learning about it is one thing, but seeing it…” His arms dropped to his sides, letting out an exhale of awe, a reverent expression on his lips. “The pictures don’t do it justice. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to.”

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