#c.hope

“You know, I think you might be able to give Auntie Bex a run for her money in the dramatics department,” Hope murmured, running a cool cloth over her father’s forehead.  “You’re going to be fine.  This isn’t the thirteen hundreds and you don’t have the black death, you’ve got a flu and it’s the twenty first century.  It’ll pass, and if you need antibiotics there happens to be a doctor right here in town who can get them for you.  You’re going to be fine.”

Wiping the sweat from his forehead one more time, Hope laid her head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat.  “You’re going to be fine,” she repeated.  “I just got you back, you don’t get to leave me again.”

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“Unlike your aunt Rebekah my dramatic flare comes with reason.” Klaus answers feeling the sinus pressure building in his head ad he lets out a cough. “The flu kills as well and I have had a over a thousand years of no immune system.” Klaus could only assume that it meant that he was likely easily taken by the simple illness, “Frankly I rather death take me, may it be swift.” He gives a rough slightly forced chuckle, “There are many reasons I denied my mother’s deal to swap bodies, I loath the idea of being immortal and even more so I loath the idea of being human, living a human life.”

Rowan nods along at the girls words, it should come to no shock that she would feel that way, with the people she lost at such a young age. “No one leaves completely, even when they’re gone. We’re meant to lose people, baby girl.” Rowan answers softly as her fingers work through her granddaughter’s hair, “Its what gives us that know how about the importance of the now. Life isn’t meant to be forever and that is what makes it all the more precious.” Rowan loved the idea of growing old with Danny watching their kids thrive and surpass them as the pair grew grey. “Your grandad and I are a bit of a different story, we didn’t plan our whirlwind love.” She says with a smile thinking of meeting Daniel. “My father was the alpha of a small pack outside of Houma, it made more sense to try and blend the packs so we were arranged. He couldn’t run off even if he wanted to but...that didn’t guarantee a very happy sort of marriage.” Tying off the end of Hope’s braid she lets out a small breath. “To answer your question, on our second date, granted dating is a loose term for getting to know your intended. We went camping on our own, fishing for our meals getting to our roots. Coming face to face with a bear is nothing to scoff at, four hundred pounds of pure power. Man who barely knew me and had no reason to put his life on the line jumped right in the middle of us, putting his arms up and hollering like a madman.”