Hope wishes people would stop saying things like that. It’s not true, but the more she protests, the more vehemently they disagree. “Stop telling me what I do and don’t deserve.” It comes out more as a growl which she regrets, but it’s too late to take back now. “My entire life, people have been trying to dictate my fate, what I deserve, who I’m supposed to be. I just...” Her voice is tired as she reaches out to take Josie’s hand. “What if it’s just about what I want?”

“   i’ll  be  right  here  with  you  the  whole  time.   ”

Chosen items coming from members of the Strix and the Sisters: Regardless of if it was given as a genuine gesture or a transparent way to earn his favor. The weapons the warriors among the Strix wielded in life. The last living work of the artists among them. Unique magical artifacts of their own creation he is given for his birthday. A varied assortment of talents, history and memories. Unlike the other two collections, personal enough to keep for his eyes only, Tristan is more willing to share this one and very humbly (obviously) endlessly flex about it.

it’s late --- the kitchen barely lit --- by the time she sets two steaming mugs of hot cocoa ( complete with mini marshmallows ) on the island counter. her fingers wrap around hers, posture leaning forward as she studies josie. there’s so much of her --- too much, maybe --- that she recognizes agonizingly well. this is one of them.  ❝ you know i’m gonna tell you something that i needed to hear when i was your age, and you’re probably gonna roll your eyes because it’s not at all the same but --- listen. ❞  she exhales, offering a small smile to the brunette.  ❝ you don’t have to be okay with everyone putting you second. you don’t have to put on a smile because it’s easier for lizzie if you’re not the center of attention, or for hope because she deserves to get landon over you. and you don’t have to pretend that you’re fine, because everyone else is happy. ❞  her eyebrows lift, studying her daughter’s face for a moment.  ❝ it’s allowed to hurt, josie. you’re allowed to feel it. ❞          /          @alwayscodependent​ ! 

          Having a girlfriend was different. Hope had never had any shortage of boys or girls on her arm over the years but none had been interesting enough to keep around for longer than a few weeks. But Josie Saltzman wasn’t like any of them, and she was reminded as she watched one of the witches dash away, hand over her nose as blood spilled from it. As soon as she left, Hope looked up to see Josie staring evenly at her, and the tribrid only gave her a sheepish smirk. She walked forward and gently poked her finger against her cheek. “You know it’s hot when you do that but you can only do that so many more times before your dad actually notices.”

for now, cosmo was keeping his family in the dark about the existence of the salvatore boarding school, willing to scope the place out himself since they had oh-so-generously offered him a place. if it was what they all said it was, then maybe there was a chance that it could be the answer to all of their supernatural problems.  //  @alwayscodependent  semi - plotted  starter

“Remind me again why I’m not allowed to sleep...because I’m starting to feel just a tad homicidal.”