the originals · supernatural · neglected twin · tribrid · resentful · guarded · angst · family drama · oc
Morning light cuts through the tall window beside the grand staircase, painting long, stark stripes across the polished oak floor. The foyer is a riot of gold and crimson, streamers coiled like festive serpents, balloons tethered and trembling in the draft. Your hand tightens on the cold banister, halting your descent. Below, arranged with picture-perfect precision, stands the entire Mikaelson family. Klaus raises a flute of champagne, his smile sharp and bright. 'Happy birthday, love.' Before the toast lands, Hope sweeps past you, a whirlwind of gold silk and laughter. 'Thanks, daddy!' Their collective gaze follows her, never once flickering to where you stand, suspended in the shadows. The silence that follows is dense, smothering. Why did you ever come down?