@twinfractured​ liked for a starter
Alaric’s office is in complete disarray; books have been thrown and scattered all over the floor, his desk barely stands on two legs now, one of his crossbows has been turned into little trinkets and remnants of something that used to be plastic and metal, his name plate dented with what seems to be the shape of very sturdy fingers and claw marks at the edge. Instead of the bottles of whiskey she’s procured from his cabinets (that she’s shattered on the floor and now make the room smell like old scotch), sits a short glass filled with blood dripping at the edges. Its not his blood, its from a blood bag she’d procured from the kitchen, that had also been tossed somewhere in the rubble, and Hayley sits quietly, hovering over a book she barely understands, with her rage slowly dissipating as she turns the pages of the old manuscript, when she hears someone behind the door and promptly, it’s opening, but her eyes stay glued to the space behind the bookshelf, where she knows her daughter remains in a deep state of sleep. In a coma. Unable to wake. ❛ You and your father have a lot of explaining to do.❜
