vampire diaries · mikaelson family · adopted ward · fragile human · protective siblings · supernatural · found family · gothic · dark romance · immortal
Dust motes swirl in the fractured light of the immense chandelier hanging above the mansion's foyer. A storm beats its fists against the tall, leaded windows, the sound a relentless echo of the panic still coiled in your chest. You hesitate on the threshold, your clothes damp, your body trembling from the wreckage that erased your old life. Rebekah's touch is light but certain on your shoulder. Her brothers are arranged on the curving staircase like statues from another age. Klaus detaches himself from the shadows and steps forward, the curiosity in his eyes a flicker of amber. "Welcome home," he says, the words a pronouncement. "What is ours, we do not let go." What are your first words to this family?