⸻ this is a slow activity, heavily plot based & legacies divergent writing blog for HOPE MIKAELSON. comes with a myriad of verses to accommodate other fandoms. private, selective, duplicate friendly. multiverse & multiship. as cherished by louise. 21. gmt. est july 2021.
“Well, that pains me to hear you feel that way.” This was the lack of humanity speaking, but the words stung Rebekah nonetheless. She made no outward inkling of the hurt. “You and I both know why I couldn’t be around and Freya could. Phone calls had to suffice for me. I wish it could’ve been different.”
Something between a scoff and a laugh emitted by way of Hope’s threat. “I often see so much Hayley in you, but you really are your father’s daughter from time to time.” Stepping forward, she put a hand on the tribrid’s arm, senses heightened in case her niece really did try and make a nasty move.
“Listen, I know you’re old enough to make your own decisions, and I know that I’m not Freya or your parents,” said the Original, “but I am asking you to let me help you. I understand being lost and unhappy and wanting to run far away from your family.”
“ does it? ” rebekah’s admission feels like a small victory. to know that she’s nestling deep within her psyche, unraveling her resolve from within. “ and here come the excuses. sorry hope, i couldn’t make time for you because i was too busy with my boyfriend. and they say blood is thicker than water. what a joke. ” the words are delivered with ice, a venom so unlike hope that it feels freeing to just admit what needs to be said. the chains of humanity were finally broken.
“ you’re right about one thing. i am my father’s daughter. i’m my mother’s daughter too. but they’re both dead so i guess it doesn’t really matter anymore. what i do know is that i’d like you to remove your hand from my arm unless you want to lose it. ” another flash of a dark smirk, brows raising in challenge to her aunt. do it, i dare you.
“ can’t you see it? i’m free. i don’t need anyone’s help, especially not yours. it’s funny because i feel nothing. absolutely nothing and that is a weight from my shoulders. love, lose, you know the drill. family only made me weak, made me vulnerable. there’s no strength in family. i can look after myself without the weight of responsibility that you all thought would be fine to throw on a child. hope mikaelson, i only have my name because uncle elijah wanted to burden me with being your redemption. to make up for one thousand years of sin, blah blah. i’m not your redemption, or his, or any of your redemption. i’m your worst nightmare. ”
“ the hope you know is gone. besides, we’re not done until i say we’re done. ” her smile is beyond menacing, subtle smirk detailing just how little she truly cared. if her aunt was here to give her the typical family first lecture, she would probably just snap her neck and get on with her day. “ you don’t know a thing about me. can’t say i remember you showing up unless you wanted to win brownie points as a good aunt, and even that was seriously rare. we both know freya is the one who actually makes the effort with me. you? not so much. so unless you want to be put in a box, i’d recommend you get out of my way. ”
@lahbonair willed comfort for hope to place her hand atop rey’s to comfort her. ✧
a flurry of emotions flicker across her face at the gesture, features smoothing with some surprise at what feels so undeserved ––– yet something akin to relief, too, something like appreciation in spite of herself. “ thank you, ” is her own belated acknowledgement, and for several long moments, it seems that may be all ––– but rey soon thinks better of monopolizing the time of someone as capable as hope, and one who, at least by rey’s estimation, easily has power enough to eclipse skywalker himself and save not just the resistance, but surely the entire galaxy as well. “ i’m sure you have more important things to be doing than this, so . . . ”
“ you don’t need to thank me, rey. ” it’s a simple admission as she gently squeezes her hand a little tighter. with everything going on in the universe, with both the resistance and first order, hope can’t help but find herself to be exhausted. it’s a hard fight and sometimes even the shortest of breaks are something akin to a breath of fresh air. “ no, actually i don’t. the most important thing to me right now is making sure that you’re okay. ”
WHAT TRAGIC CHARACTER FROM GREEK LITERATURE ARE YOU?
patroclus.
you are patroclus, from the iliad by homer, doomed by fate to be stuck in a love story that has no place on the battlefield. although you always have the best intentions, you have to realize you cannot save everyone. your unwavering loyalty means you often lose yourself in the process of putting others first. take a deep breath, remember who you are, and that you are deserving of the same love you try to put out. you are kind, you are strong, and you give and you give but it is never enough to protect those you love. in the end, it's not even enough to protect yourself.
JOY, easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing/giggling, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy.
SADNESS, crying, bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates and processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better.
EMBARRASSMENT / SHAME, blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self deprecating humor, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate.
GUILT, avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others.
FEAR / ANXIETY, trembling, crying, sarcasm/sass to cope, rambles, goes silent, gets angry, fidgeting, clenching jaw, picking at nails, chewing at lip, pulling at clothes, adjusting jewelry/clothing, swallowing thickly, eyes widening, over-reacts, under-reacts, calm, logical, panic, irrational, overthinks, carefully analyzes, talks to themselves, breathing exercises, flight, fight, withdraw, fawn.
“ it doesn’t take a genius to notice that there’s something on your mind. ” it’s a simple admission with a hint of teasing. hope takes a place next to the werewolf on the sofa and offers him a soft smile. “ i know that things haven’t exactly been rock solid lately, what with all the monster drama and you nearly. . . dying. i just want you to know that i’m here if you need to talk, even if we both admittedly suck at it. ”