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Moving through the shadows in motions that keep him silent, Hope presses his lips together as he appears in front of his uncle. “I can’t just sit around with Mary and do nothing anymore. I’m coming with you, Uncle---.”
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“So … where the hell is dear old Daddy? Creatin’ a trail of dead bodies behin’ him? Makin’ Mystic Falls rain blood? C’mon, don’t leave me hangin’ … “
The snarkiness to Eva’s words wasn’t one be missed: her southern tone practically drowned in it. Granted, she could’ve been a little bit nicer upon seeing the other at the grill. After all, this wasn’t just any vampire, werewolf or witch she was dealing with. This was Klaus’ kid and a tribrid of all three species at that. Then again, Eva was never known for thinking before acting out: both verbally and physically. It was a curse she had come to accept as well as deny furiously as soon as anyone made the slightest mention of her likeness towards the uncle she loathed so much.
Emerald orbs never once left the boy: they stared at him with such intensity. While Eva knew the boy wasn’t his father exactly, she couldn’t help those eerie feelings that screamed at her he was. How on earth could he be half Klaus and not be dangerous? The thought caused her eyebrows to furrow. She shrugged suddenly, as if impatient for a response.
“I mean, you’re here. Surely you didn’t come alone.”
“He’s busy, preferably setting your local High School on FIRE. ---Or maybe he’s still in New Orleans, I haven’t got a clue.”
Pure hatred dripped away from Hope’s blunt words as he remained clueless as to where his father could possibly be in this exact moment. Ignoring how that made him feel, he focused on the judgement seeping through Eva’s southern accent.
“Ding, ding, we have a WINNER. Obviously I didn’t come alone, but don’t worry, darling, my father isn’t here just yet.”
In a sense, Hope was glad that the only vampires that followed behind him were loyal servants, yet at the same time he also found himself missing his mother and father, as well as his uncles and aunts. Family was something he fought for, and the last thing he was going to do was let some vampire-hybrid make him feel bad about that.
“I’d ask about your father, but I know he’s SIX FEET UNDER.”
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“I feel like I’ve seen this before” But he can’t place it, of course, he knows the second that he see’s the drawings that Hope ( for whatever reason ) is drawing an ouroboros but it’s more than that, the image draws a familiarity within the vampire but he can’t place it. “I really hope you’re not trying to go fullmetal on us” He pushes the image across the breakfast table and back to Hope before Mary can see it. “You left it on the table, obsessed much?”
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It’s fairly obvious that Hope isn’t interested in discussing his nightmares with Nate, or anyone else for that matter. He just wishes he could control himself, and the magic that seems to be seeping through his skin. “Could you not---. The last thing I want is Mary assuming that I’m actually a devil spawn like the witches in New Orleans think I am.” Gripping the sheet of scratch paper quickly, the hybrid shreds it apart in seconds.
“This coffee has a WEIRD taste to it. ” ( @hopelesshybriid )
“---------Do I look like I care about your coffee problems?”
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“Do you think it was yours or mine this time?” she asked tiredly. Hope looked at her twin and saw the same fear she felt in his eyes. “If it is. . maybe we shouldn’t be trying so hard to get back.”
“I’ve been thinking--- but what if they’re not just dreams?” Henrik didn’t exactly like the idea of causing destruction in his sleep, but it was a possibility he needed to face. “Think about it, we’re connected to the French Quarter in so many ways. What if the city needs us?”
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“I don’t know, play call of duty religiously like a normal teenage boy” She shrugs idly, crossing her ankles in the air as she glances from page after page of what is practically the same drawing. “Reacquaint yourself with your left hand, that’s what my Ex used to do when I was gone and he was bored” Adrienne smirks, looking at the hybrid from the corner of her eye before she glances back to the drawings.
“Is there any particular reason why you keep drawing an Ouroboros?”
Hope was a lot of things, but none of them was an alchemist.
“If I was a normal teenage boy I don’t think we would be in this mess, not would we?” It was obviously a joke, yet Hope ignored all aspects of comedy coming from the Hanson witch and shrugged. “Don’t make jokes like that when Mary is downstairs. I swear--- she has vampire hearing, or something.”
Turning to look back at his drawings, Hope was surprised that Adrienne knew what he had drawn. “Huh---? Ouro------what now? That thing was in my dream.”
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“ i do not believe this city is safe for you any longer. it may be time to consider other options. “
it pains the original to say it, for since his birth, his nephew has become a central part of elijah’s life. his actions revolved around protecting him from a city that would have seen him dead, and enemies that cared nothing for him. they only wished to cause niklaus to suffer, and what better route to take than hurting his child ? if elijah could have the best of both worlds ( his nephew safe and still by his side ), he would take it in a heartbeat, but he has to think of what is best for the boy.
“No.”
Hope spoke in a bold tone as his sapphire hues remained still. His uncles words remained true--- New Orleans was definitely not safe any longer, nor had it ever truly been safe, yet the young Mikaelson heir had grown up in the city of chaos, and to let it go was something he was currently not willing to do without his family by his side. “For five years my mother and I searched for a cure to bring this family back to life, and for five years I defended myself. I’m not a child anymore, Uncle Elijah, and I’m afraid I’ve never been one. Leaving New Orleans is not an option, besides, my magic calls for this city.”
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It could never be a good dream--- could it? Always a set of nightmares that haunted Henrik and Hope Mikaelson. “I guess it’s probably a twin thing that we both see the same things, right? Maybe it has something to do with all the chaos brewing back in New Orleans?”
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Staring calmly at the Hanson witch before him, the young Mikaelson heir arched a brow when he witnessed the female glancing at his scattered drawings. “I just---. I doddle when I can’t sleep. Besides, what else am I supposed to do in this small town while ancient vampires are after me?”
Hope spoke softly, unaware of the fact that his mother had finally freed his family.
Unaware that his magic had been part of the destruction in New Orleans.
Starter Call; 4x01
---------"It was just another bad dream, I’m fine.”
Hope muttered quietly as he pushed aside his sketches of the legendary ouroboros he had been drawing. He didn’t exactly know what the serpent-like doodles meant, yet he felt as though they had been linking him towards a power both consuming and devastatingly powerful. He didn’t question this though. He simply just crossed his fingers and wished to have his family back. He longed for them to finally teach him about control.
The Originals 4x01; Starter Call
I can’t believe TVD is really over. I’m gonna miss it. :’)
Final TVD episode airing soon.
I’m so happy, and sad, and nervously, and really overwhelmed for some reason. I guess it’s because I kinda grew up watching this show. Fuck. I’m really gonna miss these amazing characters, and this amazing cast.
---------Thinking about getting online tonight, but also thinking about crying into a pillow because I have so much course work left. Ahhhhhh.
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“… I look undead?” Simon winced to himself at that, grimacing at the thought of it. “Jeez. Is it that bad? Is there some secret to not looking undead? Because, MAN, would I love that option.” But then he backtracked a bit at that, focusing on the stranger’s question – the one that actually mattered.
“Yeah, I know where to find the Institute. Just … Downworlders aren’t really the most welcome there right now,” he added with a dry little laugh. “You know, in case that might ruin your grand entrance plans or something.”
“I just------. You look really pale, and I can kind of smell fresh blood on your lips, but that’s about it. Nothing worth changing.” It was obvious to Hope that the boy with the bright eyes had been undead, but that was probably because he grew up in a city full of monsters.
“What the hell is a Downworlder? Besides, I’d like to see them keep me out after they practically tried kidnapping me from New Orleans.” There is a pause, and the hybrid takes in a deep breath of air before speaking again. “I’m Hope, make fun of my name and I’ll kill you. ---And you are?”
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“I don’t like the word ‘huntress.’ Call me sexist or whatever, but I prefer ‘hunter.’ ‘Huntress’ is a little too girly for me.” She appears indifferent as Hope details his struggles, nodding along with his words, though the gesture seems as if she’s going through the motions rather than listening and understanding his pain, contradicting her purpose. She can’t afford to be pushy, deducing that perhaps her usual demeanor is much more palatable than a kinder, gentler one.
“Hm,” she replies, briefly raising her brows. “How’s that going for Hayley, anyway? Is she close to something, anything at all?”
It doesn’t bother Hope that Ava is walking on top of broken eggshells. It his own fault for having such a heightened sense of emotions. “Hunter, Huntress, whatever. How do you control it though? I’m not like most vampires--- shouldn't I make your skin feel like it’s on fire?” Hope doesn’t know much about the Hunters, or what it’s like being a hybrid of life and death--- he simply knows what it’s like being a creature full of uncontrollable power.
”I’ve no idea. We don’t talk much, which is probably for the best. Marcel could use my father as leverage for answers if he were to catch me. I think she’s close though. She sounded close. ---------I really Hope she’s close, Ava.”
“I’m not afraid of you, hope, if that’s what you’re getting at.” foot braced against the wall behind her the heretic tucks her flatiron chocolate hair behind her ear. “fear has nothing to do with my resentment regarding my mother. unnecessary hatred, perhaps, is what bothers me.” doe eyes lift to his blue ones. “all I was attempting to tell you was you aren’t alone in the world, HOPE MIKAELSON. granted, you’re the most unique individual existing right now, but there’s others just as bad off as you.”
“You think I’m trying to scare you? Oh--- how wrong you are, Nadia. This is just who I am. If I wanted to scare you I would kill everyone in the shop next door without moving a muscle.” Hope had let the darkness in at a very young age, and once you let the darkness in------ it never leaves you. “You’re right, the world is full of monsters. I’m a monster, you’re a monster, this whole city is monstrous. Anyways. Tell me--------- why are you even here? In a place that would have your head for being different?”