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haven looked up with wide dark eyes and blinked. something about the guy sitting near her seemed….familiar. she offered a small smile and nodded. “oh. yeah just dealing with writer’s block. trying to get some assignments done,” she offered with a nod. “sorry. have we met before or something?” 

“Sorry, no I don’t believe we have.” Tyler shook his head. “If I’m being honest you just looked like you could use some company. I hope I’m not interrupting.”

🌒️ ― “Do you actually know that, or are you just saying it because she’s my mom?” The thought that he would be assigning dynamics to her and her mom almost infuriated her. “You might know her,” she snipped, the thought still sore for her, “but you don’t know me.” 

“No, I don’t know you.” Tyler shook his head softly. “But I know what it’s like to lose your parents, to have a family curse. To be a wolf and a vampire. So don’t stay mad at her. You get a second chance with your parents, enjoy it.”

🌒️ ― Hope fought a full eyeroll. “Losing her would’ve hurt less,” she said sharply, out of hurt and nothing honest. “I love that she shared this all with you, though. I’m sure it’s been fun.” 

Tyler knew she was hurting, so he didn’t take her words personally. “Hope, don’t be to hard on her. Everything she did and had done is because of how much she loves you.”

📷 ― “Yeah I, I think I need one.” Drinking helped. She’d figured that one out pretty quickly. It made little sense to her but she wasn’t going to argue. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Tyler nodded. “Care to share you’re reason for drinking this evening?”

kitty let out a chuckle. “well i mean at least you’re friendlier than some of the other people i’ve met,” she replied. 

“Yeah, I’m working on that.” He laughed softly. “How about something non alcoholic then?”

👾 ― Hearing it hurt. Not the who, that they could’ve guessed half coherent, but since 2017?  That made it, what ― four years before he bit the dust?  He triggered his curse, relived the second worst thing that ever happened him, and for what. For Damon Salvatore to do what he did best. Ruin lives. “I’m gonna kill him.” 

He couldn’t say he was shocked by their reaction, he thought about killing Damon too once he learned he was human. “Hey, hey it’s okay. Don’t do anything rash.” Tyler looked away. “I’ve been trying to come to terms with it all since coming back.” His eyes shifted up to look at her. “I’m sorry, I should have told you sooner.”

🌒️ ― It took the edge off, somewhat, knowing he was merely in the right place at the right time. “She told me to ask you, that you would vouch for her.” Her voice is tight with pain. “Everyone’s scared. She could’ve just come home.” Hope didn’t know what was worse: that Tyler was defending her mom’s decision, or that she hated him for doing so. 

“She didn’t want to cause you anymore pain.” He said softly. “She didn’t know why she was back, or how. She was afraid of being ripping away from you again.”

📷 ― Sarah had sat next to the man but thought nothing of it. She was so focused on trying to clear her head that she realized a few seconds too late that he spoke, let alone to her. “Yes,” she replied, randomly, as she hadn’t processed any of the actual words he said. “I’m sorry, what?” 

Tyler looked over at the girl beside him. “I offered to buy you a drink.” He motioned to the bartender.

“Just because she is his daughter doesn’t make her exactly like him. It just means she gets a lot more family baggage to carry around than the rest of us,” Bonnie pointed out. “And people like us who try to have their backs.” Because despite everything she had given up for her friends over the years, she would still give up more for those girls. “Accepting your death and grieving for it… That is what starts it all. I didn’t really let myself deal with it after I died. I just tried to pretend like I was fine and that Jeremy could help me cover the fact that I was dead. Then Matt died with the ring on and I got to see him, to talk to him. He didn’t remember afterwards, but the things he said… It helped me to grieve. It helped me to accept that I wasn’t fine. Then you guys had a little memorial service for me and I got to say my goodbyes, even if I was still there. It helped,” she explained, staring down at her coffee cup or a bit as she thought back on that time. “Even if you’re back now, you can still grieve everything you lost. It still hurts even if you’re back now. Feel the hurt. And let people know that it happened. Because if you hide it, you’re just hiding it from yourself.”

“Yeah, yeah I see that… now.” Tyler shoved his hands in his pockets. “When Hayley was pregnant I didn’t want the baby to come into the world. I was under the impression Klaus was going to use her to make hybrids.” It wasn’t one of his finest moments and he’d admit that now. He listened to her words and before she was done he let a single tear fall. Tyler didn’t like to show emotion, so he quickly recovered. He realized now that he needed to let himself accept what had happened. Pretending it was all fine wouldn’t help anyone. He nodded. “I’m going to tell her, but maybe tell Damon to hide out for a bit. Liv can be very feisty.” 

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👾 ― “What do you mean?” But they knew. As Ty lead her over to the couch, sat her down, looked into her eyes… Liv knew what he was trying to tell them. Her hands gripped his gently. “When?” They pause, breath hitched. “Who..?” Either they were right, and someone was to blame, or Tyler would correct them and they could quell the rage.. but she didn’t feel wrong. 

Tyler knew they would have questions, he thought he was prepared to answer them, but now he sat with a lump in his throat. “Um, it’s been awhile… 2017.” He looked down the their hands. The next question was harder to answer, knowing Liv the moment he said the name she’d be ready to kill him. “Damon…” he said softly, his eyes not meeting hers.

👾 ― Their head was long swimming with worst case scenarios before Ty came back to the house. The anger and hurt had subsided some, but the anxiety was a deadly grip. But seeing him like that, the way he approached.. it was heart breaking enough. Liv worried her lip and hugged arms close to her chest. A brow-softened Well? written on their face as they waited for the worst.

The look on their face was the reason he was been avoiding this conversation. He hadn’t even said the words yet. His hands gently rested on either said of her arms. “Let’s sit.” He moved them to the couch. “There is something I should have told you sooner. I haven’t been completely honest with you and I can’t be until you know…” He took their hand in his before he continued. “I died, Liv.”

🌒️ ― The answer wasn’t what she expected. It wasn’t anything extraordinary ― uncommon, maybe, but not unheard of. Her father had a past, and this Tyler was a part of it. Problem was, nothing he said was a good enough answer for her real question. “She went to you instead of her family. Why you?” 

“Oh…” she knew he was the first person to see her mom after they came back. “I sort of stumbled upon her. She wanted to see you, see her family. She was sacred, Hope.”

“i’ve drank before. i’m just not supposed to,” she chuckled. “just trying to not get like arrested or anything. though i guess being new orleans, it’s probably more common than i think.” she replied with a shrug.. 

Tyler shook his head. “Sorry, I guess I should have started off with asking how old are you?” He needed to clear his head and focus. 

🌒️ ― The name struck an instant cord. “You.” Her anger was displaced, yes, but Hope was far too caught up in the moment to be a self aware queen about it. “How do you know my mom?” The question lacked context, she would’ve realized, but the pain of her mother’s complicated return relit her fuse.

This was not the way he ever would have pictured officially meeting her, but at least she wasn’t tearing into someone’s neck. “You’re mom and I have a past, so do your dad and I.” He wasn’t going to lie or try to hide anything. “Your dad made me a hybrid, your mom helped me break the sire bond.”