Hope Mikaelson

🌒️ ― hope’s heart skipped at the sight of her. “auntie bex,” she sputtered, meeting the embrace wholeheartedly. feeling more than a little small in that moment. she had seen the vampire’s corpse, among many of the others, before she fled home. seeing her now made her head spin but she wasn’t going to linger on that. knowing she was just going crazy and that she wasn’t alone was, in its own way, a relief. “i’m okay. have you seen anyone else?  my dad?” 

🌒️ ― The visions had not followed her.. from what she could tell. The warning rang in her ears and she took in that advised breath. “Back from?  Where are they?” Surely they couldn’t be dead again. There would be something, anything, to explain it. Hope had to believe that. Calming down was a tall order, but the tribrid did meet the witch halfway, eyes meeting eyes. “What do you know?” As sharp as the words came out, they weren’t accusatory. Just, impatient. To the point.

🌒️ ― The volatility of her power was far from contained, but she had a focus point now, looking at the first good sign of that morning. Her friend, safe. “It doesn’t, but...” Her head hurt, and her heart was even heavier. The visions were strung together in a mesh of chaos and she knew Lizzie was right, but there was one thing she didn’t understand. The reason she ran. “Where is my dad?” 

🌒️ ― In every room of her home, she happened upon images of her family’s murdered bodies, strewn across every surface. Anguish and anger had broken through the visions long enough for her to flee into the streets of New Orleans. The cobbled street below began to crack and separate behind her as she ran; innocent bystanders shrieked and wowed in awe at the phenomenon. Like her, her powers were unstable, volatile, and she was only vaguely aware that she was doing it. Her feet stop, and she’s standing there, dazed in her grief. “What’s happening to me?”

🌒️ ― “Do you actually know that, or are you just saying it because she’s my mom?” The thought that he would be assigning dynamics to her and her mom almost infuriated her. “You might know her,” she snipped, the thought still sore for her, “but you don’t know me.” 

🌒️ ― “It’s a dangerous title.” The warning came out quiet, like she didn’t really want to say it. She knew they were more alike than she previously gave credit. The moment he chose to join the school, the schools business became the covens’ business. That was a risk Hope took. She did it because he wanted to be here. Now it was her turn. “Might as well,” she agreed. Her way of replying the alone comment. “That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” For a home. Safe to say the conversation had helped her calm down, and the itch to feed had subsided. 

🌒️ ― “Not a student.” Among other things. Hope grew up hiding who she was, and having to protect herself and the people she cared about from what she was. Being the literal heiress to the compound the school was currently housed in wasn’t something she felt compelled to claim, let alone advertise. “Maybe because she is a person?  And, frankly, too nice of one.” The implication that Hope would be a different case was evident by the way she stared the vampire through. Clearly, he wasn’t the best listener, so she would reiterate: “Fun’s over. Find somewhere else.” 

🌒️ ― Despite appreciating the check-in, she wasn’t expecting the question. “I don’t know.” She looked at her dad, eyes full of both wonder and disbelief. “I’m.. Me, a big sister.” Repeating the words he’d used. They felt weird coming out of her mouth. Even so, its corners were curved slightly with a shocked smile.

🌒️ ― “I don’t know... I’m pretty short on funds.” A joke in and of itself. Josie seemed serious, so Hope’s arms cross casually over her chest. “Have you done this before?” Picturing the good twin, going behind her father’s wishes to keep the students on a strict animal diet?  It wasn’t easy.

🌒️ ― The tribrid gave a you and me both look, then relaxed into something of a smile. Her lips part, and she’s searching for further encouragement. “You got me there,” she finally admitted. Hope felt, considering the circumstances, and who she was speaking to.. she could be honest about it. “I’m sorry.” It wasn’t that she felt compelled to apologize, but she still saw the affects that her existence had on her family, and the world. It just sort of, came out of her to say. 

🌒️ ― “You again.” Hope didn’t forget what the vampire had said that night, though it was still a debated concept in her own head. “Who are you?” She didn’t recognize her from around town, and hadn’t caught her name the time before.

🌒️ ― “Can I help you find someone?” It didn’t seem like she was here for Hope, so the tribrid could only assume the unfamiliar face had other business to attend to. The question itself came out sort of dry, so she felt compelled to speak up. “I mean, I’m more than happy to.” 

🌒️ ― “You can relax, you know.” Hope was still figuring out all these new senses, but from what she did know, Elena seemed on edge. The awkward air between them surely wasn’t helping.. so she sought to break the tension up a little. “I’m not going to interrogate you about... whatever. I honestly don’t want to know more than I absolutely have to.” Her attempt at being funny about it.

🌒️ ―”You’re going to stay away from Ms. Carson. Do you understand?” Hope continued, without so much as a pause, “And that goes for everyone else at the school.” As far as she was concerned, she blamed Enzo for Ethan too.

🌒️ ― “actually.. i think i have a friend for that,” she admitted, almost fondly. “that being said, i’m trying to ease myself into meltdowns. i don’t want to subject someone to what that might look like that. anyone, including me.” but she did smile, a shy and thoughtful grin. “you?” she teased. davina was a force to reckon with but for hope, she always seemed so in control. “what kind of tantrums?” 

🌒️ ― Hope fought a full eyeroll. “Losing her would’ve hurt less,” she said sharply, out of hurt and nothing honest. “I love that she shared this all with you, though. I’m sure it’s been fun.”