hope andrea mikaelson.

hope: is there a reason why i have sixty missed calls from you

hope: i'm assuming that a person can't butt dial that many times in a row

lizzie: ??? so you just IGNORED them

lizzie: what if i was in a ditch somewhere

 visiting the pawn shop certainly had not been her idea of enjoyment , but to deem it as a waste of time seemed unnecessary at this point.  after locating questionable items stamped especially for her ,  how could she outright announce it as a waste of time ? letting out a breathless sigh , attention shifting to the others undeniably beautiful gown suited for someone of royalty.  “ I have to admit ,  it does scream elegance.  which begs the question ,  what the bloody hell is it doing here ? ”  showing a clear confusion while briefly scanning over all the strange oddities scattered around the area to which she was standing. better yet  ,  why was she now holding her mothers long , lost locket ? not to mention one of the daggers that had been placed in her chest countless times.  though  ,  it would not be ones that would be expressed  at least not at the moment.  “ indeed. ”

          caroline feels as if she’s watching herself from outside her own body. she’s taken back to the miss mystic falls days and the never endless parade of danger. lizzie looks much more regal and beautiful, though. so she’s in shock, she has no idea how long it has been since she’s seen her daughter, it feels like years, decades maybe. and yet she looks the same, although she doubts any of them are the same. caroline snaps out of her thoughts and walks –– it was more like running –– towards her daughter. “ lizzie ? are you okay ? ” caroline can’t help but ask, but before she continues she stops herself. maybe she was being a bit too much. she had no idea how this … place had been like for lizzie. 

           the    sound    of    ruffling    tulle    is    enough    to    startle    her.    she’d    been    under    the    impression    that    she    was    in    the    pawn    shop    alone.    just    her,    and    that    ungodly    hourglass    locked    behind    a    glass    cabinet.    it    was    on    display    for    all    of    the    island    to    see,    silently    mocking    josie    with    every    second    she    stares    at    it.    josie’s    gaze    turns.    when    it    catches    glimpse    of    lizzie,    her    heart    stops.    her    jaw    falls    open,    leaving    her    mouth    hanging    agape    with    surprise.    not    that    her    sister    notices.    a    snakelike    voice    in    the    back    of    her    head    hisses,    typical.    but    josie    doesn’t    listen.     she    watches    her    sister’s    reflection    in    the    mirror,    unsure    of    what    to    say    …    how    to    speak    …    or    how    to    breathe,    for    that    matter.    eventually    it    just    falls    out,

                       “you    look    …    beautiful.” 

three   words   and   lizzie’s   entire   world   stops.   that   voice.   her   head   whips   around ,   sending   blonde   ringlets   flying   over   her   shoulder.   blue   eyes   grow   to   nearly   twice   their   size   as   memories   of   lifetimes   past   begin   to   crash   through   her   mind   like   an   out   of   control   coaster   flying   off   the   tracks.   ❝   josie  ,   ❞   she   manages   ──   hardly.   lizzie   stumbles   slightly.   her   hand   reaches   out ,   accidentally   knocking   a   tray   of   trinkets   off   an   old  ,   dusty   dresser.   ❝   wh-what   is  ,   what   i-is   ──   ❞   she   tries  ,   but   there’s   nothing.   no   words   to   be   found.   just   an   epiphany  ,   using   her   delicate   brain   for   target   practice.   trembling   hands   reach   for   her   face   as   she   goes   to   wipe   blood   that   isn’t   there.   god  ,   she   can’t   even   tell   what’s   real   anymore   ;   crazy   lizzie   strikes   again  !!   

“ misogynistic boogeyman? ” TARA repeated as a smirk tugged at her lips. “ good one. may have to save that one for later. ” she didn’t immediately react to the mention of her ‘ magic act ’ ; perhaps hoping it would blow over or the stranger was just exaggerating. yet, her fellow blonde pushed on. she exhaled a laugh, as if this conversation was nonsense. “ i was just throwing rocks, dude, ” she said nonchalant. she put her hands behind her head in a relax manner, a grin growing on her lips. “ perhaps you’re no boogeyman, but you sure like to go around calling people witches, ” she chuckled. she cocked her head slightly, as if in thought. “ but, if i had to choose which i would be… good witch? no one’s trying to burn them at the stake or melt them. rather stay alive, y’know. ”

spencer barely has half the mind to pay attention to the other patron currently in the shop , her focus on the watch grasped between her fingers. it was a simple staple piece , really. but the connection it had to her dreams made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. it went along with the necklace in her possession , which the dream said were from a lost love she still couldn’t quite remember. “ so i’m not the only one. ” she responds to the girls question, setting the watch down on the glass counter. there had been that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that maybe she was just crazy. her mother certainly seemed to think so , but then again that was a whole other can of worms once could open.  “ it’s a beautiful dress, by the way. ”

adam hangs around outside the pawn shop, unsure whether he wants to risk actually going inside and seeing what is there, allegedly belonging to him. it all feels far too trivial for the logic-heavy man, too convenient. there’s a chance it’s all innocent, but the nervous pit in his stomach tells him some things are better forgotten. maybe whatever waits for him inside the pawn shop is better off waiting a little longer, until he’s ready. he turns at the sound of somebody’s voice, taken aback by the dress she sports: elegant, as though belonging to a princess. she could be a princess, adam thinks, looking at her now. “ it’s crazy right ? part of me doesn’t really believe it. ” he admits, offering her a smile. “ a car too. fit for a princess, i hope ? ” maybe he has a car waiting for him too ? doubtful. “ you look nice. the dress is beautiful. ”

upon   seeing   adam’s   reaction  ,   lizzie   has   to   physically   hold   herself   back   from   pulling   a   fist   close   to   her   chest   and   yelling   YES  !!   thankfully  ,   she   proves   to   have   some   self   control.   the   taken   aback   glance   ──   that’s   exactly   the   kind   of   response   she   wants   to   someone   seeing   her   in   a   ballgown.   or   in   anything  ,   if   she’s   being   honest.   ❝   it’s   absolutely   bonkers  ,   ❞   lizzie   agrees  ,   dreamily.   she   twirls   around   to   face   adam  ,   causing   the   skirt   to   spin.   if   only   she   remembered   the   moment   associated   with   these   ‘  gifts  ’.  ❝   but   who   am   i   to   question   fate  ?   ❞   

when   it   comes   to   the   car  ,   she   nods  ,   growing   just   a   touch   more   excited.   ❝   it’s   this   totally   classic  ,   totally   gorgeous   convertible.   and   ──   it   matches   the   dress.   i   mean   seriously  ,   someone   saw   an   opportunity   for   a   color   scheme   and   RAN   with   it.   ❞   lizzie   lets   out   a   moony   sigh  ,   gathering   herself   before   she   gets   too   excited.   but   adam’s   compliment   plants   a   bigger   smile   on   her   face.   she   grabs   the   skirt   with   both   hands   before   lowering   into   a   curtsy  as   a   cheeky   way   of   saying   thank   you    ──   and   immediately   wishes   she   hadn’t.   way   to   go  ,   elizabeth.