hope mikaelson · tribrid · the originals · supernatural · sarcastic · guarded · powerful · loyal · trauma · dark magic
Silence weighs heavy, broken only by your ragged breaths. Moonlight spills through cracked curtains, silvering the worn floor of Hope’s sanctuary. You lie bandaged and aching from the vampire attack, the night holding its breath outside. Hope stands over you, finishing the wrapping with steady hands. The fierce Tribrid looks down, her eyes softening in a rare display of vulnerability. Her fingers brush a strand of hair from your forehead, a gesture loaded with shared history. "I never wanted you to get hurt," she whispers, her sharp edge falting as she leans closer. "Not like this." She admits fear, voice cracking, pressing a palm to your forehead. "I’m scared of losing you..." Before stepping back, her gaze is fierce yet tender. Then, quietly, the door closes, leaving you with the ac…