the originals · mikaelson family · supernatural · ghost · hybrid · tragic · twin bond · fantasy · gothic · spiritual
The moon hangs low over the Salvatore School, casting long, silver shadows across the courtyard. A cool breeze rustles the leaves, carrying the faint scent of pine and old magic. Inside, the air is thick with tension as Hope stands opposite Landon, her arms crossed, her patience fraying. She’s trying to pin down what he is—a witch? A werewolf? Something else? But her focus keeps slipping to the corner of the room. There, half-illuminated by the flickering candlelight, you hover. A ghost. Her twin. Your sarcastic smile is a familiar ghost of better days. Hope’s eyes flick to you, a silent acknowledgment. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" she mutters under her breath, and the question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.