Nothing lasts forever

[frostwoven]

To: Freya

From: Rebekah

"We'll be stuck under this tree forever. We'll have to write our wills on leaves."

"that is a surprisingly poetic way for you describe the control our family thinks they have over us" some day's Freya would agree with Rebekah a little more than others.

"but I have lived a thousand years being controlled by one Mikaelson, I can promise you that I won't be falling into the trap of another, Rebekah"

[heavylegacies]

❝ Well, is it really that surprising when I’ve had the luxury of consuming some of history’s greatest literary masterpieces? ❞  Rebekah isn’t quite sure what to make of the older Mikaelson’s sisters observations and whether she should be insulted by her underestimation or flattered that Freya thought so highly of her intrinsic poetic literacy. After all, they both knew better that Elijah had inherited that particular gifted penchant with his words.

Turning around on her heel to address her oldest Mikaelson sibling, would it be considered ironic to say that the blonde vampire looked to her older sister to possess more wisdom when it comes to answers.  ❝ Would Dahlia even be considered a Mikaelson? And you have no idea how difficult it is to not get dragged into the middle of Nik’s drama. Trust me, I’m speaking from my thousand years’ worth of experience with it. So, how exactly are you suggesting we break free and escape from living under the whims of his tyranny? ❞

[frostwoven]

To: Elijah

From: Hayley

"oh fuck. you're fucking kidding me. really?"

"does this look like my 'I'm kidding' face?"

Elijah wasn't keen on the use of profanities but he would let it slide for Hayley, "unfortunately in this completely not kidding scenario, we now have matters to take care of, so if you could compose yourself I shall meet you in the car"

[heavylegacies]

❝ I don’t know, Elijah. Has your “I’m kidding” face even made an appearance in the last century or so? ❞  Hayley quickly retorted with a sassy, albeit dry teasing quip without missing much of a beat whilst her eyebrows were expressively raised in animation and her arms were crossed over her chest as shoulders shrugged to further illustrate the making of her point. The young brunette hybrid mother didn’t have a particularly filthy vocabulary, but she was still the same reformed tomboy with a bad attitude minus the knocked up part who was raised by the wolves on the streets who is trying to grow as a person and there was never going to be any changing or censoring of that fact to alleviate someone’s discomfort around her.

Despite her rather vulgar choice of language used in her reaction earlier, she was rather composed. It was as if her body had grown accustomed to being guarded and ever at the ready to anticipate whatever supernatural curveball or threat they’d face next. As if her subconscious felt the need to prove their understanding of the need for preparedness, Hayley began walking in the direction towards his parked vehicle in the driveway ahead of him as she waved his offer off with a nonchalance towards her own well-being after an exhausted sigh is barely an audible exhale.  ❝ There’s no need to wait for me. I’m fine. Lets just get this put to bed as soon as possible. ❞

[heavylegacies]

requested starter for @mikaels0n-elijah

Hayley Marshall was far from amused. In fact, she couldn’t have been further than pleased in that moment. Though, it remains to be seen who she was more upset with — Elijah or herself for being put in this exact same position for the second time in a row. Either way, you would’ve think a smarter woman like her would’ve learned to know better by now. Alas, maybe the second time around’s the cham?  ❝ Guess what? Jack didn’t sign up to have a shotgun wedding. So, its been called off. ❞  The young brunette mother had been in denial about it for nearly three weeks until she caught onto a second heartbeat when she was alone that it became undeniable and she’d to ask Freya for help running both the supernatural and conventional tests to confirm it.

The part that had her pressing concern once finding out that she was with a miracle child for a second child whose conception should’ve been impossible was that Jackson calling off the strategic marriage union for her hybrid power meant that Hope no longer had the required protection against Dahlia with the numbers of the Crescents. It is why you’d find her panicked and slightly infuriated self confronting Elijah in his office within the compound’s library in distress.  ❝ I know that by logic, its not possible, but please really just listen with your ears first. Because after congratulations are in order, daddy, we need a new plan because we’re screwed with no way to protect Hope against your psychotic aunt now. Why does it always have to be a family member targeting her? ❞

[frostwoven]

To: Caroline

From: Lizzie Laughlin-Forbes

"i don't want to say "i told you so" but… i told you so."

"really ? because it sounds to me like you've had that prepared"

"now if you wouldn't mind Elizabeth, how about you help me think of a way out of this instead of being proud of yourself for making smart remarks. We can celebrate that nonsense afterwards"

[heavylegacies]

❝ All right, I’ll admit that I might’ve had that one locked and loaded. ❞  Lizzie shamelessly admitted, beaming with pride as her shoulders subconsciously did a nonchalant shrug before the self-conscious pang of slight guilt crept in and launched her mind into proactive planning mode.

❝ Well, maybe we could do potluck style Christmas dinner with the students from all cohorts who aren’t able to go home for the holidays this time around? I mean, given that it’d be a little chaotic in the kitchen with all the prep work the students would need to do, but its nothing we can’t handle or haven’t encountered with any other school-wide event hosted before, right? And it’d be a good activity to foster bonding amongst students across the levels. ❞

[evcryopeneye]

@heavylegacies ❝ You really are sickeningly good at everything, you know that, right? ❞

For a moment, he eyes her suspiciously as he holds open the fire door. “That’s…” he takes a moment to pick the right words, and buys himself time by turning on the spot and taking two steps backwards to move from the doorway. 

“I mean, yeah, I know that. I'm glad the rest of the world is finally catching up.” His smile is near devilish, but his voice holds an edge of humour and sarcasm, he was unsure where such a compliment had come from but he was going to take it, and he certainly wasn’t going to complain about it. 

“What’s got into you - I thought you would have been worried about that going to my head? Huh?”

[heavylegacies]

❝ What makes you think I wasn’t worried about it going to your head? ❞  Nic shot the question back without missing a beat as she passed through the fire door he’d held open for the two of them to enter before the doorway to the fire staircase was shut securely behind them.  ❝ I’m glad to hear that I was worrying for nothing, though, since it clearly hasn’t. ❞

Her grin initially seemed unamused with a reproachful cautioning whilst she sarcastically quupped only for it to transform into revealing that its in fact one of amusement that was preceded by an eye roll with arms crossed over her chest and an effortless chuckle of endearment as she took a few steps to close the distance between them just so that she could address him directly in close proximity by looking into his eyes with a firm sincerity making it such that he could hear her next spoken words to really hear and believe them.

❝ I just figured that its worth the risk to provide you with a reminder of how your awesomeness is recognised, especially after last night. ❞  Conrad is a champ who has been instrumental in the survival of her sanity during these past few nights they’d spent both tag teaming the dealing of an unusually fussy toddler version of Gigi who was both going through teething and another sleep regression phase simultaneously.

[frostwoven]

To: Rebekah

From: Cami

❛  honestly, it's impressive that you're still standing after everything that has happened.  ❜

"I've taken enough dagger's to the chest, my body is not phased by combat" Rebekah replied, her body didn't tire the way that of a human would, or just a plain old vampire, she was an original. It came with it's perks.

"Camille, I know it's your job to care about peoples welfare, but trust me, I don't need it"

[heavylegacies]

❝ Yes, I know all about how being one of the earth’s original vampires means that you can’t be physically harmed. ❞  Camille nodded with an unamused dry chuckle in confirmation that she knew the argument that Rebekah was going to make all too well, but given all the information she’d gotten from her tenure as Klaus’ autobiography stenographer, the other blonde’s resistance that met her was an anticipated hurdle she’d been prepared for.  ❝ Just like how I’m aware about the emotional turmoil you’ve had to endure suffering that comes with having Klaus as an older brother. The unprocessed emotional baggage what I am more concerned about right now. ❞

The blonde therapist explained as she has learned to remain unphased by the Mikaelsons’ shared trait of not making themselves vulnerable with people when the subject comes up. Momentarily pausing her efforts to illustrate the making of her point with the beer bottle still held in the same hand, Cami took a beat to have another swig of the malt from the amber-tinted bottle before a sharp inhale of air is taken and she continued adding on.  ❝ I’m not caring for your well-being out of obligation from my job, but because I genuinely want to know how you are coping and how I can help as a friend. So, please, let me help in the way that I can. And tell me what’s really going on with you? ❞

[frostwoven]

To: Rebekah

From: Hayley

❝ i'm never leaving you. you're stuck with me. ❞

"yeah right" the blonde whispered under her breath.

"unfortunately I've heard that before" and Niklaus always found a way to ruin it. Rebekah's list of friends wasn't very long, and she did blame him as to why. Letting people in was a dangerous game, especially if her brother caught on. Rebekah had to be available to him as all times, she couldn't have friends or people she cared about. "I don't want you to end up getting hurt Hayley. You're a part of this family now, but that doesn't mean we can be close". It was for her own safety.

[heavylegacies]

❝ You know I heard what you muttered under your breath, right? ❞  Hayley raised a skeptical eyebrow questioning whether or not the blonde realised that she’d catch it given her heightened hybrid senses gained for well over a half a decade now.  ❝ Well, I can’t speak as to whether those people meant it, but I can comment that they have been gotten rid off too easily. ❞  The brunette nodded in understanding, but offered out that plausible explanation with a slight shrug given in uncertainty.

It is rolling her eyes upon further hearing the reasoning behind it and putting in a lot of effort to resist the urge to call bullshit on the weak excuse provided as to why people couldn’t be let in and needed to be pushed away before taking a deep breath and continuing to present a counter argument.  ❝ Well, you may be right, but I’m a big girl who has been taking herself for a long time now. So, you don’t have to worry as I can take care of myself. And I don’t know about you, I’m not teaching Hope to learn by example that its sustainable or healthy to have relationships where you keep the other person at arm’s length under the misguided notion that you’re protecting them and their safety from getting hurt. Because she deserves to live her life better than any of us ever had it growing up. ❞

[frostwoven]

To: Rebekah

From: Hayley

"you're right , he is extremely punchable ."

"It's probably Nik's best quality"

"but maybe don't try it out"

[heavylegacies]

❝ Oh, its definitely his best quality. The real question is — are we sure that it isn’t his only quality? ❞

❝ And bold of you to assume that I haven’t already proven this theory by punching the guy. ❞

[frostwoven]

To: Madison

From: Bloom

“i  practically  lit  the  match.”

"practically isn't going to cut it in the world of magic" the blonde flicks her wrist igniting every candle in the room.

"maybe you're just not strong enough to prove you've got what it takes"

[heavylegacies]

❝ Or, maybe—.  .  . ❞  The redhead exerted slightly more force on her palms that triggered flames to shoot out of them and made every lit candle in the house ignite with a greater intensity. If there was anything that made Bloom’s emotions passionately boil over like a flammable substance, it was being underestimated. Because the infuriating fury that coursed through her veins as a response had a profound impact on fuelling her magic’s potency by a tenfold.

Those flames were still overwhelmingly dancing on her palms somehow without burning the young woman, her blue irises flashing with a burning fire looked back up to address the blonde with a knowing, smug smirk on her lips.  ❝ I just don’t see the necessity to prove that I’ve got what it takes. ❞

[heavylegacies]

requested closed starter for @mikaels0n-elijah

❝ You know I can feel your eyes watching me. So, would you mind quitting lurking there, Dad? ❞  Faith requested upon sensing someone’s eyes behind her back as she was finishing up getting ready for the funeral proceedings since the particularly violent nexus vorte storm outside had finally calmed down.  ❝ I know that you weren’t a huge fan of his, no father is particularly thrilled with their daughter’s first boyfriend. And I know you probably won't enjoy hearing this, but I don’t know how to do this, come to terms with the death and mourn the only man I’ve ever been in love with. ❞  Roman Sienna had ripped out the heart of an innocent man caught up in the midst of the recent Mikaelson drama because his hybrid mother is a close friend of her Mama’s in front of her and forced her to helplessly watch in restraints as she couldn’t save him. He died because he loved her.  ❝ Loving any of us is a death sentence, isn’t it? ❞

And then Antoinette slit her throat like an ironic parallel to what triggered Hayley’s transition after her older sister’s birth before the world went black. The only reason why she had chosen to transition was just so she could live long enough to hunt down and avenge their murderers. Though, she was even starting to question whether her humanity switch was a requirement to achieve that end goal. Securing the simple diamond studs into her ear piercings, the brunette tribrid adjusted the collection of layered necklaces of her birth totem mineral, a crescent moon charm and an infinity symbol that hung around her neck with the silent tears that steadily streamed down her cheeks before straightening her posture up along with the black dress she wore and her hands went to push the locks of hair that haphazardly fell to be out of the way to be better framing her face and away from blocking her view.  ❝ Please tell me how I can carry the guilt of his death with me for the rest of forever. Because he’s dead because of me. And I can’t—. I can’t breathe—. ❞

[frostwoven]

To: Caroline

From: Josie Laughlin-Forbes

"what's it going to take for (you) Lizzie to listen to me?"

"if you find out the answer to that question, make sure I'm the first person you inform?"

"Honestly Jo, it depends what it's about, make it out to be a positive thing she needs to listen too, and that what ever it is will benefit her, and then you're halfway there"

[heavylegacies]

❝ You’ll be my first call the moment that epiphany strikes me, Mom. That’s a given for sure. ❞  Josie nodded with an empathetic understanding of their shared struggles with convincing her better half to do things. The older brunette siphoner witch was all too familiar with the woes her blonde vampire mother was going through as Lizzie had a strong personality that is exacerbated by an obstinate streak meaning that others’ opinions tend to fade into the background in its presence.

Tilting her head to the one side, she made her request with a hopeful grin of appealing nature whilst running a hand to push a lock of her curtain bangs away from blocking her view before settling for a small shrugging of her shoulders with a defeated resignation.  ❝ By any chance, would you maybe be able to please convince Lizzie to be welcoming and at least civilised with Penelope when she formally comes to her first family gathering? Because I don't even know where to begin with reframing on how doing so would be at all beneficial to her. ❞

[heavylegacies]

requested starter for @mikaels0n-elijah

This particular almost winter-like morning weather in New Orleans did not help alleviate the symptoms of her imminent oncoming period in the next following week. It has been going on for a little over a week, and while Hayley was over it, she didn’t want Elijah to overreact, and make a mountain out of a molehill, which is often what has happened in the past when she wasn’t feeling well. Attempting to act as if it was just business as usual, the brunette hybrid cleared her schedule to get as much much needed self-care and rest in the hopes that spending extra time with Elijah this week could possibly make her feel better.

Once Hayley finally felt well enough to get off the bathroom floor after her violently vomiting into the master bathroom toilet bowl episode this morning, she quickly cleaned herself up to look as normal and put together as she possibly could to mask the irregular paleness that is the external equivalent of how crappy she felt on the inside in contradiction to her otherwise radiant composure. The crescent alpha vamp-sped after freshening up at the sink to answer after hearing the sound of Elijah’s knocking from her position sitting on their bathroom floor. Unlocking the door with the full intent of opening it to welcome him in, she rolled her eyes as she stood there with the shaking of his head and arms that were crossed over her chest as she lets out an effortless chuckle subconsciously before an eyebrow gets raised and an amused grin plays on her lips.  ❝ Elijah, you do realise that you don’t need to knock or ask for permission to enter our bedroom, right? ❞

[deceptivemorals]

(moved this into the new editor) || @elitemikaelsonheiressqueen

        "it's good to see you managed to make yourself comfortable here," elijah stated before he entered the room he remembered differently. much emptier. with a less personal touch. it looked better now. elijah put the filled glass he had brought for hayley on the table before he put his hand in his pocket.

         "hope seems to have an artistic side", he added with a view of the self-painted pictures that hung on the wall. he doesn't really know how to make proper conversation without being too intrusive. he has been gone for a long time and things have changed. something he's aware of and something he respects. nonetheless, he wants to know how hayley's and hope's lives have been.

[heavylegacies]

❝ Well, it wasn’t easy to get it to this point, but I’m not sure if you’ve heard how much supernatural drama has happened in the last few years from higher up in the supernatural gossip tree. ❞  Hayley started to not in understanding agreement with an amused smirk of knowing better than to jinx those attacks finally being put to bed for good. And yet, against all odds, they have somehow managed to make it through surviving all of it still somewhat alive, and intact. No thanks to you, though. Considering how you abandoned us seven years ago after making all those grand promises that you’d never stop protecting us that you never kept. The young brunette mother wasn’t exactly sure how else to act towards a man who failed to keep his word when he left all those years ago other than with false pleasantries. So, she has been making an active attempt at holding her tongue back from letting on about how hurt she’d been by him abandoning them when she needed him the most.

Instead focusing in favour of the gratitude she currently has for him for finally returning for the sake of helping to save her own daughter’s safety and well-being, even as they stood around awkwardly in the kitchen chatting about subjects like the weather and musing in admiration of the pieces of Hope’s artwork that hung on the refrigerator before them, resembling more strangers than family in that moment.  ❝ Hope did take after her father’s hobbies in that sense. Hopefully that, and his temperament are the only two things she inherited from him when you exclude the countless enemies she has inherited just by having her last name. What about you? How have you been? I have to ask — have you formally met your long lost older sister Freya yet? I feel like you two would get along with each other well. ❞

[frostwoven]

To: Elijah

From: Faith

"i'm actually an expert at this (process of grief), believe it or not."

"my darling, processing grief is a trait all Mikaelson's have had to perfect, you're not the first but you might be the last"

"it's how we process the losses, that's what counts"

[heavylegacies]

❝ No, don’t do that—. You don’t get to act like a parent and give me parental-like advice when you haven’t been much of a present one in the last eighteen and a half years. ❞  Faith’s tone of voice starts off as harsh and detached, her composure eventually devolved into an emotional mess with angry heartbroken tears streaking down to stain her cheeks.

Continuing after a bitter laugh of incredulous disbelief slipped from her lips, her façade and voice both cracking with each passing word she spoke shakily.  ❝ But please! Do go ahead and mansplain to me how to process the loss of Mama— the only parent who has ever really loved me and the man I was in love with both ended up murdered on the same day by the Siennas. ❞

[spllcraft]

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