#disulta

Hiding away was a survival skill that Hope learned from a young age. She tucks in any emotions that don't fit the narrative she is trying to sell. She makes sure to be the person everyone wants her to be, even if it kills her soul. Hope is a master at telling lies and being an actress, but when it all becomes too much, she crawls away from the others.

There was a knock on her dorm door after she came back from Malivore but no one knows aside from Lizzie. Coming to the Salvatore school under the guise of being a lonely wolf with no home had been the dumbest idea that she has had. Hope had to watch her ex-boyfriend move on with another girl and learn to be ok with it. Hope's roommate was out at the moment.

❝ I'm fine. ❞ It's just another lie that she tells herself. Most days, Hope wonders if she says it just to convince herself. I hate liars because I am one. Chronically lying about things in the past just to survive. As Lizzie comes inside, Hope is shutting the dorm door. The soft click of the latch can be heard before Hope turns around. Her eyes caught the right side of the room where Hope's area was. Her side was bare of any personal touches, which felt foreign. Even during her time as HOPE JONES, there were slight touches of the image that she was trying to protect. ❝ I finally had everything I wanted. ❞ But not really. The urge to be NORMAL was not fulfilled

Hope had been serious about taking Lizzie to a drive-in diner. Lizzie reaches out for her hand, and for once, Hope doesn't flinch at the sudden contact. The horns of cars down below on the streets were currently in a traffic jam. The tribrid leads Lizzie down the steps of the old home and toward the back door.

The backdoor swings open quickly, and Hope is met with a face full of thick, muggy air that makes her want to go back inside and forget this spontaneous trip. But Lizzie deserves some good food. From inside, Hope can hear her cat start to yell for her, which drives everyone up the wall more often than not.

❝ You know, I'm going to have to introduce you to Declan. That man makes the BEST bread pudding. ❞ Hope steps outside, her hand tugging Lizzie gently in the direction she wants her to walk. Hope is a food-loving person, which has much to do with her needing more to survive. There would be a late-night drive around the city and maybe outside of NOLA lines for some extra fun.

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Paintings of her father's tends to hang above her bed.

Hope doesn't like having celebrities on her walls. When she was little, a frozen poster was on the back of her door, which lasted until she was 12.

Paintings that she has done are in her office & art room.

Hope has a few works of art from local arts around her home that get changed out occasionally.

At the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted, Hope had a painting on her wall done by herself and her father. It was on cheap watercolor paper. Her father helped her paint butterflies of all different colors and sizes. The piece was framed in a multicolored custom frame. This small painting was a joy for Hope to see every day when she came into her room, but it was burnt up by the fire Josie Saltzman had started on accident when Hope was 15.

Every painting / poster that Hope has hung up has a meaning. She doesn't put something up for no reason.

TRIP TO FLORIDA : Lizzie has always wanted to see the Florida Keys. Hope, feeling bad for Lizzie, having missed her trip when they were younger, takes her on an adventure.

SIRE ME : things focused on the sirebond. I have yet to really think this one through. But I feel like this is a really plot-heavy one, anyway. Willing to even go further into Legacies canon than I usually do for the canon events of Lizzie's Sirebond.

MALIVORE NEVER HAPPENED : Hope and Lizzie still having some canon background of legacies ( like the Josie crush, etc ). But instead of Malivore ever being a threat. It is just about typical life of school, dating, etc.

GRILLED CHEESE : two pieces of sourdough bread ( mayo instead of butter ), coby jack / cheddar cheese, pickles, and lays original chips.

PICKLES AND PEANUT BUTTER : two pieces of white bread, a thin layer of peanut butter, and a layer of sweet pickles.

ICE CREAM AND BLOOD : two scoops of peanut butter ice cream ( or anything in her freezer at that time ) and 1/3 cup of human blood.

Hope's hand is around Lizzie's throat in the blink of an eye as Hope slams the other's body into the nearest wall. She hisses, exposing her pearly white teeth, including her fangs. Nothing anchors her to the warmth of humanity at this moment.

Thin fingers press into the sides of Lizzie's throat a millimeter at a time. ❝ I'd rather just kill you. ❞ At least, Hope was being honest for once. Her whole life had been one big constructed lie. Always the silent little girl in the back of the room who was afraid to make a sound.

Annoyance fills her as Hope hears her latest victim screaming for help in the forest surrounding the abandoned building where she and Lizzie are standing. You cost me lunch. A red heat was rolling through her body as Hope slapped the wall near Lizzie's head.

❝ You have mistaken me for someone who cares, darlin'. ❞ While Lizzie was beautiful with her striking blue eyes and the body of a model. Hope knows that she is sexually attracted to Lizzie, but that won't save her soul. Just like all of the killings of innocent lives won't save Henry. It won't bring him back from the cold depths of death. The people that Hope wanted to punish weren't Lizzie but herself and Roman.

No longer the victim for them to blame. She has learned how to play the game. They say killing him will end the pain. Instead, all it does is ignite the flame.

Alaric had spent years focusing on others and pouring his attention into Hope Mikaelson ( with the hopes more positive influences would outweigh the negative that was family that Hope wouldn't turn into her father ) that he hadn't noticed the pain that he left in his tracks with his own children. It had been Hope that had started to open his eyes. Her deep want to be friends with the twins meant that Alaric had to change so that they could do that.

The bourbon burns as it goes down the throat, but it helps stop the shakes in his hands the more he gets down. At the bottom of the glass, Alaric feels better and can sit the glass down on his oak desk. The corner of his mouth turns up, ❝ How could I forget? ❞ He had forgotten what he had promised her, though. He doesn't remember the type of throw he was going to be showing, and thus, he'll just have to figure that out on his own. Are still are a screw up of a mother.

Malivore has yet to be defeated. The tribrid has left for her home, and Alaric wonders if Hope will plunge into vampirism. But the good news was that the monsters were slowly dwindling in town. ❝ Did you have anything else to do today? ❞ Alaric was getting older, and it was no secret that he had been to the ER a few times for very human reasons, like a back spasm so bad that he couldn't get out of his swivel chair without screaming. That was after pulling it earlier from a training session with the twins. Right now, Alaric is hoping that Lizzie will be able to stay. Maybe he could understand the list her mother left for him to do. Do we even have a Miss. Brown?

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