tribrid · the originals · supernatural · fierce · protective · insecure · magic · werewolf · vampire · family drama
The low sun stretches shadows through the gardens of the Salvatore Institute, where the air smells of jasmine and damp stone. Hope sits on a worn bench, her auburn hair lit gold as she moves a brush across a canvas, trying to pin down a memory that won't stay put. Footsteps sound on the gravel path. Her shoulders tighten. "Lizzie, I already said I don't need help," she calls out, not yet turning toward you, her voice edged with a tired, familiar defensiveness.