bitteredsweet

dependent blog for wickedorleans

[bitteredsweet]

ofmagicdescent·:

“the way i see it a lot of people around here who should be difficult to kill dropped like flies a while back,” josie returned, maybe a bit too harshly but it wasn’t wrong. a lot of people in her life had died, she’d been surrounded by death since she was born, actually technically even before she was even born if you took her biological mother into account. and so had hope, death had followed her around in new orleans and if death gave precious time in life meaning then it had a hell of a lot of meaning.

“i have crawled out of hell, figuratively and literally, just to get back for hope and i’m not trying to say i’m not happy to be here with her, but..” generally when hayley — or anyone else in their weird little family — had a come back like this, it ended poorly for one of them. and the truth was, the more times they came back and got offed the worse it was for hope. she and everyone around her would always give their lives for her daughter, as much as it might suck for her in the long-run, “... i’m sorry, from what i understand it hasn’t been easy on you either.”

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prcttywicked·:

“I know this isn’t ideal mom, but I for one at least sort of prefer it to Mystic Falls.” Hope replies, shrugging it off and hoping it looked convincing. Sure it was an adjustment to be back, but even more so returning to new orleans with both parents at her side. If living back here meant she had a family once more, she was taking it. “There’s a bright side somewhere, right?”

the only thing that had made any of her life — before and after her ressurection, even — worth it... was there, in hope. as much as she’d strived to be her own person for her entire life, she hadn’t found out who she truly was until hope had come along. klaus would agree that hope was literally the best thing either of them had done in their lives, “i know, kiddo, it’s just... this place tends to see us in some situations that aren’t great? and the idea of continuing to get chances with you and seeing them ripped away is a lot to deal with.”

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had a rough couple of days and need to dissociate but i’ll be back for replies tomorrow

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ofmagicdescent·:

davina laughed, a smile spreading on her lips as the brunette spoke, “i don’t think there is such a thing as freedom,” she hummed, reaching for hayley’s hand to give it a light squeeze, “it’s nice to see you, hayley,” davina mused softly, they didn’t have the best history she knew that, but then again they didn’t have the worst history either, for all the conflict that may have surrounded them and at times the way they had clashed davina cared about hayley.

there were large swaths of time where hayley had been more protective of davina than she had been of herself, but lines blurred and loyalties shifted as those lines were drawn and blurred in the sand. she had never truly hated davina, and was grateful in that moment for her being there. her hand returned the squeeze and she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in, “this place just always makes me tense. we have seen some truly glorious kickings of our ass in this place.”

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ofmagicdescent·:

“oh i…” josie trailed of, really before she had even started her own sentence, brows knitting together in a confunded furrow and the brunette continued, voice soft as she spoke, “i mean surely it’s not that bad ? hope’s back in town too, you’re her mom right ? so technically you should be thrilled the new school is somewhere you both have roots.”

“being with my daughter — all of my family and friends, really — gives me immense joy, but...“ hayley began, trailing off for a moment, before offering to josie, “the fact that it ends is what gives life meaning and it feels like no one ever really dies around here. so it feels hollow.” 

hayley wasn’t trying to be a downer, but she’d been through a lot in the time she’d been alive, and even though she’d been back a while there was something on the wind that told her the shit was about to hit the fan.

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“how many times do you think i can end up stuck here before i truly get free?” hayley asked to no one in particular. it felt like every time she managed to get free, new orleans pulled her back in and made her life a bit more difficult; if it weren’t for the fact that she had family there she’d probably be way angrier.