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hope mikaelson played by michael
Truthfully Hayley wasn't sure how she was back, one moment she was in Peace with Jackson and her parents -- now she was back and in Mystic Falls of all places. Though the only thing on her mind now that she was back was her daughter. It killed her to be separated from her. Sure, she had people after death but not being near Hope was torture. That girl was her entire world. Hayley traveled through the town, searching for any clues that might lead her to the only reunion she cared about. It was clear that Hope had been spending some time as a wolf, something Hayley truly understood but now felt so distant from her. As she approached the woods, she heard that familiar voice that filled her heart. "Hope?" Hayley stepped closer, ready to go engulf her daughter in a hug but was afraid she'd disappear from her grasp the moment she went to.
🌙 — Hope had half believed she was going insane, as she had sensed her mother before. With everything happening... and the strangeness, the uncertainty, she was afraid to allow herself to even hope, let alone believe. Not a word was shared before she practically tackled her mother. Her mouth opened, but she had nothing that felt worth saying. Not in this moment; not even to make up for the years without her.
"You okay?" Melody asked, she had been trying to cut through the back of the college back into town to find a cafe, but it seemed like she had got misplaced and found the other.
🌙 — "Peachy." It wasn't her intention to get this girl involved in tonight's annoyance, but she'd asked; and it was easier to summarize than let her think there was some sort of conspiracy. "An asshole tried giving me a hard time. He wasn't successful."
“That obvious?” He said with a small, humorless laugh. “What’s got you looking down?” Maybe not the right question for a complete stranger to be asking, but the girl seemed like she could use some conversation.

🌙 — "Only sad people toast themselves," she explained. "Or, really drunk people." An argument could be made that solo drunks were also a sad sight, but she wasn't trying to call him out — quite the opposite. Hope had spent too many hours of her life trying to convince everyone around her that she was okay when she wasn't. It was an exhausting existence. "In a transitional stage of my life. Normal stuff. You?"
Ezra was out for a walk, not like he had anywhere else to go, when he came across the girl. “Uh…” Ezra looked up the sky, trying to look anywhere other than at the stranger. “Do you want my jacket?”
🌙 — Seeing as her clothes were stashed elsewhere, her options were limited. "Um, sure," she finally replied, still unconvinced.
“Sorry, little wolf, you’ve had enough me time without me.”
🌙 — There was familiarity in this scene. It was the prelude to whether her dream would turn nightmare, and in that moment, Hope knew the reality of it all could very much parallel. Her father died. He was dead. Now, he was staring back at her. "Dad." A strained whisper.
"She seems to have perfected it. Last time at least a drop got on the plate, so there's something." Shay could be just as fiercely independent as her mother, which she now saw could be rather difficult as a parent.
🌙 — "It's good to see you back in Mystic Falls. I know you were missed," she explained. The twins, the school in general, they all revered the Bennett quite fiercely, and Hope wasn't blind to the why.
Cami looked over at Hope, a brow raised "Do I know you?" She looked familiar. Wasn't it- No, she can't have grown up so fast "I don't know how I am back. It doesn't seem as I am the only one, not that I care who else is back" She did, a part of her did even though she turned off her emotions. Those she wanted revenge on, would be interesting to know if they were back.
🌙 — The demeanor was jarring. Hope had very little to look back on, to compare to, but this already didn't feel right. "It's complicated," she prefaced. "My name is Hope. You.. knew my father." Her chest tightened with fears, and longing.
"Intresting..." he said, not going to push her when it came to were she was, given everything that was happening. "Though I think you will find your aunts already filled out all your paperwork for you and you have a room here if you want it," he said softly, pausing to speak with her in the hallway. "Hello Hope," he said, knowing that things were complicated with her mother gone, he expected that he was just a reminder of all that happened.
🌙 — Hope's lips twitched up into an unamused smile. "Of course they did," she mused, as if commenting on the weather. "Because why ask me first?" The rhetorical question was given little air before she crossed her arms and looked at Declan. "I was surprised to hear you got dragged into this."
🌙 — "God forbid a girl needs me time," the tribrid mused. Whether she was arguing with whoever had approached her, or some other unknown force, it was clear Hope was already over it. Rising to her feet, she dusted off the mulch.
Luka’s first thought was to get out of town. Too many familiar faces in Mystic Falls if everyone still lived here, but the he realized he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go anyway. He needed to get out of the little motel he had been hiding out in. He found a bar not too far away. Luckily for him the bartender didn’t bother carding him. “Cheers.” He said softly to no one in particular.
🌙 — "You don't have to look like you're having fun," she told the stranger. A lesson she learned the long, hard way. She'd been sat at the bar for over an hour at this point; nursing the same drink. Nothing worth a cheers over.
"The check in office is down the hall," Declan said, as he ended up the hallway in the college, passing unsure faces. "Though the dean is not there at the moment," he said, given he was the dean and he was heading out for a coffee. @fallsstarters
🌙 — "I'm not here to check in." At least, not officially. With everything that had happened, Hope had put everything else on the backburner. Congratulating Declan on his new position wouldn't have made it on the list if there was one.
Arms crossed over her chest. Anger boiling inside of her, like a saucepan on the stove when the water started to boil over the edges. Camille should maybe be happy she was alive again. Deal with unfinished business, but no. She could only feel anger. Hungry for revenge on not only those who brought the dead back ― More on the people who were responsible for her death "Who brought the dead back? I'd like to speak with them. This is far from okay" She said, was annoyed by the whole situation. ― @fallsstarters
🌙 — "Cami?" In the vast graveyard of Hope's heart, there were names and faces that she knew only ghosts of. People that were so important, taken before she had the capacity to mourn them. They remained aches; bruises she'd apply pressure in an effort to honor their memory. The only way she knew how. "How..."
"Sorry but stains are now a part of every article of clothing I have. Everyone forgot to mention when you had a toddler, they will make you their canvas constantly." At this point, it was pointless to even say no to her. Somehow it still ended up everywhere. "Pretty sure this one was her attempt at doing the ketchup herself or trying to paint an apple." @fallsstarters
🌙 — "Not half bad," Hope mused, smirking gently as she inspected the little artist's rendition. "Ketchup's a tricky medium, you know."
wait, is that danielle rose russell? no, that’s just hope mikaelson, a 19/19-year-old, cis woman, tribrid. i heard she is one of the survivors. but what i think you really need to know is she had every intention of skipping town, then the dead started coming back. they will be written by michael; he/him, ctz & 30.
HOPE & FREYA MIKAELSON
Legacies (2018— ) S04E03, We All Knew This Day Was Coming
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Violet waved by to her group of friends as she crossed the street, leaving the café behind with her pretty little lavender latte. She could walk the streets of this city with her eyes closed. She knew every little corner and shop here. What she did not know was how she was seeing who she was right in front of her. "Hope." It was all she could say. Of course she had never met the woman in person, but she had seen enough pictures to know who was in front of her. But she was supposed to be gone.
🌙 — Hearing her name was only a little jarring. The voice, unrecognized, and as she turned to face the girl, she could only take a stab at what was transpiring in that moment. "Yes," she confirmed softly. "Who are you?"