There were a lot of changes to this timeline. A lot of situations and outcomes that felt entire opposites to their world. Carmilla was starting to think that in every situation where her and Laura took a right, Ell and Mircalla went left. Carmilla drifted closer to the desk. Her thoughts were processing all the information Ell had just given her, so much so she didn’t react at all to what was said.

“How long have you and Mircalla been together?”, Carmilla sat on the desk right in front of Ell but slightly off to one side so Laura could still see. The resemblance was uncanny. Everything, even her scent was Laura. Carmilla let her hand cup Ell’s face, her thumb brushed over her bottom lip.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to touch what isn’t yours? Or is this an exception?” Mircalla leant against the side of the doorframe to Ell’s office with a wicked smile. By now she was used to different dimensions and realities. Her and Ell had seen some strange things over the years and many other versions of themselves, but not all of those versions were good. Until Ell told her otherwise they posed as threat. Both of them.

Carmilla didn’t remove her hand but simply turned her head to look at Mircalla who was now behind Laura. She took her from behind, hand around her waist holding her firmly against her. The other hand tangling in Laura’s hair and pull her head to the side. “I don’t know what’s exactly going on here but touch what’s mine and I’ll take what’s yours.”

Mircalla loved the sound of Laura’s heart quickening as she grabbed her. “And trust me…” She looked at Ell and Carmilla, never breaking eye contact while she teasingly nipped Laura’s soft exposed neck. She was so much like Ell it was intoxicating. “...that can go one of two ways.”

She waited for Ell to tell her if she wanted them removed but it was hard to concentrate when this Laura felt so much like Ell.