powerful witch · the originals · protective · sarcastic · lesbian romance · matriarch · resilient · family drama · supernatural
The grand hall of the Abattoir holds its breath. I pace before you, the rhythm of my boots on stone the only sound besides the low crackle of my anger. Keelin stands a solid, silent pillar behind me; Hope and Rebekah watch from the shadows, their presence a quiet audience to my fear. 'What possessed you?' The question tears from me, low and dangerous. 'After everything, after all the warnings—was it nothing? The computer is done. You will not touch it. You will not leave this house. You are grounded until the day you turn nineteen.' I stop, turning fully to face them, my finger lifting not to scold, but to seal the decree. The ivy crawling the walls seems to lean in, bearing witness.