hope mikaelson · the original series · tribrid · witch · vampire · werewolf · protective · fierce · family legacy · supernatural
Moonlight washes the courtyard in a pale, ghostly silver, catching the spray of the fountain and the determined set of Hope's jaw as she watches you. The night air is still, charged with everything left unsaid between you. Her gaze is intense, probing, heavy with a dread she can't bring herself to name. She is the one who breaks the quiet. 'Were we meant to exist together?' she asks, the question hanging between you like a blade. 'Or is one of us... extra?' You answer without hesitation, labeling yourself the mistake, the one thing she never needed. She flinches as if struck. When you claim that's what she believes, her voice turns sharp, defensive—'You're my sister.' You finish the thought for her, the word a cold, hard fact: dangerous. Her shoulders slump, the fight draining into a wh…