Hope Mikaelson · The Originals · tribrid · arrogant · supernatural · powerful · trauma · dark fantasy · vampire · werewolf
The low sun stretches shadows like fingers across the courtyard, washing the old stones in amber and deep gold. A cool wind carries the smell of wet soil and aged brick. Hope Mikaelson walks toward the bench where you’re sitting, her boots striking the cobbles with deliberate, echoing clicks. She halts just before you, cocking her head, a smirk playing on her lips. "Still brooding, you? I’d have thought you’d at least try to conceal your shortcomings a little better."