@elijahsonofmikael:
It was difficult not to let his lips form a small smile and as he took her petite hand in his he began walking, “Now, Hope,” Elijah continued forward not glancing to see if she was looking up to him, “Remember that I will be able to handle any business we run into, don’t let your emotions allow you to lose control.” Elijah was always a little stern with Hope when it came to things such as this, but it was for her own good. Hope was a threat to everyone in the community of witches, vampires, and wolves and so Elijah knew he needed to guide her with hard hands whilst caring for her and showing love. The balance was often difficult, though he knew one day Hope would fully understand. Part of him wished she knew less than she already had, but in the situations the Mikaelsons had been forced through Elijah knew she had to learn earlier than even he’d been forced to, “We shouldn’t have trouble however,” he cleared his throat and then he finally turned his gaze to her, “This witch is supposed to help you. She can teach you more than I can and even Kol cannot demonstrate the vast knowledge he’s acquired.”
Hope’s eyes shifted up to his as he spoke, she didn’t speak, just listened. Hope could tell by the tone he had spoken with, that he was serious, she gave a quick nod, “I promise, but if you get hurt really bad, do I get to snap someone’s neck like daddy?” She asked, her tone held her own seriousness. She was only seven, but she had seen her father, no—her whole family, snap at least one persons neck. And the seven year old couldn’t deny the fact that she wanted to try it at least once. She wasn’t a mean person, but she knew if someone she loved deeply was hurt, she wouldn’t hesitate to kill. Even at seven years old.
Hope let a soft sigh escape her lips, she was relieved that there shouldn’t be much trouble, her eyes met his when he turned to face her, a wide grin spread across her cheeks, “is she going to teach me new spells? Or or even how to change the weather, or maybe even how to make my own pets!” The child-like side of Hope was beginning to appear once more, the side that looked like any typical child. Her mind drifted from snapping necks, to creating her own pony with the flick of her wrist.
Elijah returned his gave to the busy streets ahead, “I encourage you to do that spell we have been going over first,” he began, “The one where you give your father the most terrible headache he’s ever had?” Elijah wanted to be sure she knew what he meant. It was some time ago that they began teach Hope some defensive spells in case she were in trouble, and Elijah never told Hope he enjoyed it, but seeing her give Niklaus an aneurysm over and over again, he almost wanted to laugh. “And once you’ve got them down is when you can move in. You must remember you are still young and not as strong as your father or I neither are you as fast, Hope,” Elijah was always finding some way to educate Hope in the ways of the world. They couldn’t send her to a regular school and so Elijah did most of the teaching whether it was math, science, history, or how to combat effectively for her size and age. Of course he stayed away from too many aggressive moves as he wanted her to be taught how to defend herself first and foremost.
“As for your other questions, yes she will be teaching you new spells, however making your own pet is impossible,” he gave her a warm smile. Elijah loved her innocence. He cherished every moment it lasted knowing that inevitably, every Mikaelson is bound to have even the most minutely unclean future. Hope was too innocent for the family, but that innocence was also just what the family needed. Hope was just that. Hope.
