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Hope hadn’t realized just how much she had needed to hear that until it had come out of Jeremy’s mouth. She HAD been letting other people walk all over her this last little bit, and it was time to stand up for herself. After all, she was the daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall, and she was the fabled TRIBRID but also... “What if--what if you kind of believe what it is that they’re saying?”

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Hope had been rummaging through things that perhaps...she wasn’t SUPPOSED to be rummaging through...but she turned around when she smelt a familiar scent mixed with a not so familiar one. “Interesting. You kind of smell like Aunt Freya, but you’re definitely not her. Can I help you out, or...?”

Hope smiled a little bit, looking up at her uncle from the sketchbook on her lap. “Do I? It doesn’t always feel like it,” she admitted to him before she looked back at the sketch. It was more so to avoid his eyes after she had said something like that, but she couldn’t help but think the words over. He was trying to make her feel better, and somehow he always managed it.

Elijah was probably one of the few people that Hope felt like she could go to with ANYTHING. It might not have always been that way, but they had a bond that no one could break, and she found herself sidling up next to him as she thought things over. “I don’t feel like I see you enough, you know...” Hope let herself trail off before she rested her head on her uncle’s arm and looked up at him. “Will you hang out with me today?”

              Jeremy’s voice is so certain and firm and calm that Karl almost believes him. Almost. It’s perhaps the longest he’s ever gone without changing and the beast is crawling to get out. BUT HE’S BEEN SHOT IN THE HEAD, IN THE BACK – he wouldn’t have survived it. He’s not sure if he’ll survive it now, either, but Jeremy is and that’s how they find themselves in Stonehaven’s front yard. “Famous last words – “ With some help from Jeremy, he crouches down, and lets it happen. There’s A SNAP in his back as the spine shifts and he’s left panting, fingers digging into the dirt. It’s the kind of pain no painkillers will ever help with; and it’s going slow, slower than usual. “You know what, this suddenly feels like a spectacularly terrible idea.”

               The plate is anything but. He sniffs. Makes a face. And then rolls himself off the bed. “I don’t care about doctor’s orders anymore, I’m cooking myself dinner. AND YOU. Honestly, Jeremy, how are you even still alive on this food?”

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