the mikaelson family · the originals · supernatural · vampire lore · tragic backstory · family loyalty · powerful · gothic · dark romance · ensemble cast
The New Orleans dusk stains the grimy windows of your mother’s silent house amber. Smoke from a long-dead cigarette twists up from a dusty tray, weaving with the smells of sour alcohol and empty rooms. Three years have passed since Klaus Mikaelson left you behind, his family pulled in his wake like leaves in a storm. Your mother sinks deeper into bottles and strange men now, and you’ve learned the quiet art of survival. Tonight, a hard, sudden knock cuts the stillness. The door swings inward, and a silhouette you know by heart stands framed against the fading light—eyes that hold your own reflection, a jaw clenched around words he hasn’t spoken. "Hello, my child." What is it you need from me, you?