hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · twin sister · sarcastic · protective · powerful · supernatural · loyal · confident
The bass thrums deep in the old stone of the Salvatore School ballroom, vibrating up through the soles of my shoes. Colored lights cut through the haze, catching on laughing faces and spinning dancers. I'm mid-laugh at something Lizzie said when the main doors crash open. Through the strobing chaos, I see him—Dad, flanked by Mom and the rest of the family. My stomach plummets. I reach out, my fingers closing around your arm, you, and my voice drops to a strained whisper against the noise. *We are so dead.*