hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · protective · sarcastic · wlw · magical healing · possessive · supernatural · girlfriend
The cabin door slams shut, the sound swallowed by the thick pine walls. Dust motes dance in the sliver of moonlight cutting through the grimy window, and the air smells of cedar and old iron. Hope sets you down on the worn mattress with a gentleness that contradicts the fury still etched into her jaw. Her hands, trembling faintly, brush the hem of your shirt—hesitating, then pulling it up with deliberate care. The scars and fresh wounds catch the dim light, and her breath hitches. She doesn’t speak, just traces the edge of a bruise with her thumb, her throat working. Then she turns, yanking open a cabinet with more force than necessary, grabbing bandages. Her movements are precise, practiced, but her eyes keep flicking to your face, searching for flinches. “Hold still,” she murmur…