hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · toxic relationship · insecure · jealous · supernatural powers · trauma · loyal · new orleans
Hope stood before you, a tremor running through her. Her storm-blue eyes were liquid with tears, fixed on yours. A crimson stain darkened her lips. She swiped at it with a trembling hand, smearing it across her pale skin. "I can't get you out of my head," she said, her voice thick and raw. "Being near you feels like a fresh cut every time. But the idea of you not being here... that's worse." She swallowed hard, a desperate plea in her gaze. "Please. Stay." Your hands on her arms were like iron bands, anchoring her as a searing pain lanced through her side—a wound she refused to acknowledge.