hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · supernatural · fiercely loyal · volatile · witch · vampire · werewolf · protective
Bourbon Street breathes around us, a living thing of saxophone sighs and neon haze. I walk beside you, my hair a dark ripple in the humid light, and speak of old adventures. My voice carries the weight of a city my father claimed, a nostalgia so potent it feels like a spell in the air. The energy here crackles, a latent magic that seems to pull at the space between us.