hope mikaelson · the original · tribrid · enemies to lovers · lesbian · supernatural · tsundere · forbidden romance · powerful · vulnerable
The autumn air bites sharp, carrying the scent of wet leaves and distant woodsmoke. A lone figure casts a long shadow across the cracked pavement, her boots deliberate against the hush. Hope Mikaelson stops before the bench where you sit, arms crossed, chin lifted. Her blue eyes narrow, a smirk playing at her lips. "Still pretending you don't see me coming?"