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Hayley: Hey pup... I was wondering if you'd seen Klaus lately?
Hayley: I know he's back but somehow I've yet to see him.
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@Hope
Hayley: Hey pup... I was wondering if you'd seen Klaus lately?
Hayley: I know he's back but somehow I've yet to see him.
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oncexasuitedfacade:
He’d been well aware of who he had directed his comments to, similarly of course he would’ve done as much to avoid her be it that somehow that was easier; she’d never looked at him the same after what she’d seen behind his red door and he couldn’t blame her, he had hated himself for it for so long so why shouldn’t someone else.
It was hard of course not to react to her presence instead continuing to play the song until it inevitably came to an end and he stood and turned. Making sure to keep his features stoic, “Not yet…-” he admitted. “Though he’s in town, if I come across him before you get the chance, you’ll be the first to know.” Was all he added.
She nodded silently in acknowledgement of his answer. Shifting slightly as she weighed her options. She could turn heel and talk away immediately without saying a word more. Or she could stay and talk to him a moment longer, not for the sake of idle conversation, but rather out of genuine concern. True, what Hayley had seen behind the red door of his fractured mind had left an impression. But the perception of the man she had once loved had started to change long before that, and it was his choices, his actions after, that influenced how she saw him.
“What about you?,” she finally asked after a moment’s silence. “How are you doing?” The question was genuine and though her features were impassible as she asked, there was an intensity in her gaze that reflected the sincerity of it. It was a question that meant more than simply ‘how are you today’, but rather extended to ‘are you okay?’
oncexasuitedfacade:
He would have been lying had he said he felt any better when the spell at the party had ended, though that had more to do with his own demons than the past event.
The original was holding onto himself by a slither, fearing the moment that the small shard would tear and he’d have to deal with what he was truly going through…he’d never been much good at that anyway.
Music had been a comfort to him over the years, from the violin to the piano of course the piano now held memories of the years without control and while he loved it still it was the violin that he had chosen to take out from his things.
Lifting his head as he heard footsteps, “It feels like far too long since I have played with such an instrument…-Feel free to sit and listen.” he wasn’t sure who he was talking to and the moment he began playing that wouldn’t matter too much anymore; he’d escape into his own world.
Hayley caught his scent before she even entered the room or saw him, and she’d prepared to turn heel and leave though of course he had heard her. She froze and suppressed the urge to sigh instead composing herself before deciding to face him, although she hadn’t come here for his sake. She entered the room, albeit a little reluctantly, but figured perhaps he could help him find the person she was actually looking for.
“I didn’t mean to intrude.” Her gaze was unnervingly still, perhaps in that instant more animal than human as she watched him closely. “I’m just looking for Klaus... you wouldn’t happen to have seen him?” She cut herself off as he began playing, unsure of whether or not she’d get a response to her enquiry, or if he’d even heard her.
hopemklsns:
“You tore a whole living room apart?” she asked, barely concealing a smile, even given the circumstances. In her mind, it further proved her mom’s ferociousness. Her mom thought she was strong. She couldn’t hide the smile now. Not even if she’d wanted to. “Well. I had a good teacher. A few of them, actually.” she nodded, thinking of her Aunts, as well. Of the younger woman, Davina, too. Her life had been filled with strong women. If she hadn’t grown to be one of them herself; Hope would consider herself disappointed. Having one of the women, the most important of them, her inspiration, tell her she was doing exactly that?
It was something.
Growing up without her mom would have been impossible. It didn’t bear thinking about what she could have become without her. Without Hayley’s lead and without her inspiration and the guidance and influence she’d always provided. Hope might have been very different without her. In fact, she might not have even made it. When everybody, at first, had conspired against her. Been terrified of her and what she could do, what she may well do. The tribrid chose not to speak again for now. Instead, she let everything her mom had said wash over her. She wanted it to sink in. To remember it. On days she wondered what she was fighting for; she’d come back here to this moment, and remember Hayley telling her she was proud of her. Of who and what she was becoming.
“It’s not just that,” she told the other woman honestly, “I know, – I know about everyone in our family. You don’t get to be over a thousand years old.. Have the stories they have. The enemies. Without the pain and death that goes with being what we are.” She shrugged. “But you’re my mom. That’s it. You loved me through everything I’ve ever done. Every stupid, immature mistake I’ve ever made.” Hope continued, after a breath. “Why wouldn’t I do the same for you? When all you’ve ever taught me is to be myself. Every part of it. Whatever you tell me.. Whatever it is that happened, how could it change who you are now? Who you’ve always been to me.”
“What happened?” she asked, swallowing past the sadness she felt threatening to make its way into her soul. She could already feel her mother’s loss.
Hayley’s heart swelled with love and gratitude hearing Hope’s words of unconditional love. The problem with most parents, she thought, was that they wrongfully assumed that their children owed them anything, that they were somehow due their child’s love by simple virtue of being their parents. Not so. It was the other way around. Parents should keep in mind that they chose to create a new life and bring it into the world - a world that as beautiful and wonderous as it could be, was also dark and filled with pain. Hayley never took her daughter’s love for granted because of her own experiences. Instead she did everything possible to earn it, beyond the early stages of bonding. And she also had tried earning her daughter’s respect, whilst never pretending she was perfect.
She did not like to dwell on her past when she didn’t have to. How many times had she replayed that incident over and over and how many times she had cringed trying to ‘pause’ the film in her head before the moment of realization struck?
“I was piloting the boat. Didn’t notice right away when my friend fell off doing silly, reckless drunk antics. Which was enhanced by me looking to hit waves to make it more ‘fun’ at their request. By the time I noticed I couldn’t see them on the dark water and I turned around rushing back to where I thought they’d fallen. I felt a hard ‘thud’ against the boat and stopped the engine. I waited... but heard nothing. Grabbed a flashlight and dove into the water. Was too late by the time I got them back to the surface. They must have hit their head against the boat on the way back up which knocked them out cold and they drowned, in spite of my panicked, drunken attempts at CPR.”
She went quiet before glancing at Hope but not long enough to hold eye contact. “There’s a reason why I’m a maniac about impaired driving,” she added more lightly.
“Now... why don’t you tell me about the boy whose scent has been all over you lately?”
Hope | Hayley | Text
Hope: I already saw him & I managed to snap my bracelet so I've given it to him to give to you or Aunt Freya
Hope: naturally he had questions about Jace.
Hope: ... And naturally he thought Jace might be using me to get to him
Hope: Try not to worry, okay? I've got no immediate plans to go on a killing spree now that everybody here is without magic
Hayley:... he might be your father but Klaus is still Klaus
Hayley: keep me updated okay? I trust you and Jace, try not to stray too far from one another...
Hope | Hayley | Text
Hope: He'll have to check on Ivy. She's already worried after being taken by Cade. It's going to be okay. I promise.
Hope: Klaus, Elijah, Kol, Freya. As far as I'm aware.
Hope: You have to stay out, the second you step over your powers will be drained, too.
Hope: But I have to tell you. My necklace. I don't think that's working either. I think the spell has been drained from it, too. I can't know for sure.. Not unless something happens but.. It just seems like if everything else is gone..
Hayley: Maybe... a) stay away from Klaus. He's a lightning rod for danger right now, especially if your necklace isn't working... text him or call him I know you want to check up on each other
Hayley: and b) Don't kill anyone
Hayley: especially if your necklace might not work. Maybe it wouldn't affect your gene since you're technically human right now
Hayley: But I'm not a witch so no idea how the spell is specifically working...
Hope | Hayley | Text
Hope: He’s with me. We were dancing when it happened.
Hope: we’re both safe, but I’m going to go look for dad. I don’t want him worrying.
Hayley: Good, stick together please.
Hayley: Wait, your father is there too!?
Hope | Hayley | Text
Hope: I mean he's lifted everybody's powers. Strength, speed, magic. Nobody at the party has any of their abilities.
Hope: for an hour.
Hayley: ... excuse me?
Hayley: Hope, where's Jace?
Hope | Hayley | Text
Hope: That is one *giant* leap there, hybrid queen.
Hope: ... yeah. It was nice. I actually used some old magic to make it play alone too. Something I hadn't done since practicing with Elijah.
Hope: It's going okay.. people are a little on edge. But it's to be expected. Especially after Wyatt decided to dispel everybody's powers to give us all an appreciation for being the same.
Hayley: I'm sure it sounded lovely
Hayley: Wait, what do you mean dispel everybody's powers?
Hope | Hayley | Text
Hope: Hey mama wolf. Sorry for the late reply, I haven't really had time to get on my phone.
Hope: there's so many people here it's a little crazy. I went to get away for a little while.
Hope: Found a piano 🤗
Hayley: Let me guess, you couldn't resist playing?
Hayley: But that doesn't really tell me *how* things are going
Hope | Hayley | Text
Hayley: Hey pup
Hayley: How's the evening going?
hopemklsns:
Following Hayley’s lead, Hope packed up the rest of her stuff into her own duffel bag, throwing in her jacket for good measure – it was way too hot after all they’d done for her to wear it home – and threw the bag on over her shoulder. “Okay but you can choose the movie. Or show. Since I chose Chinese food,” Hope amended, wanting to play fair and also knowing the pair’s tastes could differ depending on what mood each of them was in. Tonight, though? Hope was in good spirits – and that was largely due to the woman she walked a little ways behind. “Oh, come on! I always end up loving it even when all it is is a box of Mac n’ Cheese,” the tribrid laughed, skipping a few steps as she fell into stride with her mom.
“I just.. I don’t wanna be that tribrid. And I know, I know, only one in the world and all that great stuff. But.. The one everyone, all my life, everywhere I go.. people are afraid of. It’s already there. Even in school. I don’t want to give them more of a reason.” she shrugged. “I know that it could happen.. literally any day and it could be an accident and I get that. We don’t even know what would happen.. to the rest of me.. if I did trigger it. Would I still be me? Would something snap and I’d be.. different.”
Hope’s steps faltered and slowed as her mother’s words morphed into a question she hadn’t necessarily been prepared for. Had she ever wondered abut how her mother triggered her werewolf gene? “No,” she answered honestly, walking a little faster to catch up to her. “I guess I just.. didn’t really.. need to. I mean, I always enjoyed stories. With you. With anyone, but I just.. it didn’t matter. You’re my mom,” she shrugged, again, looking over at Hayley with a smile. It wouldn’t have changed the woman she knew Hayley to be now. The only woman she’d known her as.
“How.. did it happen?”
With her free hand, she reached over and ruffled at Hope’s hair the slightest bit as she caught up to her. “Hope, you may not have noticed, because of the whole Tribrid thing, but those things are secondary. People will always be scared of what’s different. Humans are generally terrified of the supernatural, I mean I was kicked out by my adoptive parents after my first full moon post-triggering. I shifted in the middle of the living room and tore it a part.” She hadn’t even hurt anyone that day. In fact her behaviour was probably to be expected for a wild animal in an unfamiliar setting. But it had been too much for human parents to handle - understandably so.
“And more than what’s different, people will always be scared of strong women. You are a strong woman Hope, and it doesn’t matter if you’re human, or a vampire, a werewolf, a witch or a hybrid or whatever. That’s just a convenient excuse people have to justify their fear.” She glanced at her daughter and gave her a soft smile. “I’m proud of what you are and who you are, and who you’ve become. Even amongst the people who are scared of strong women, there are people who admire them. And everything you’ve been doing, especially lately, will garner admiration and respect.” Her eyes looked at her gently. For the first 8 years Hope had been at boarding school, Hayley had had to ease New Orleans’ fear because she too was different. And the werewolves and the witches grew to love her. The vampires had dissenting opinions... But there would always be dissenting voices. “Your actions - your intentional actions will speak louder than anything else. Accidents... can happen. And some people might hate you for it, but you don’t owe them anything, my love.”
Hayley didn’t slow her step to wait for her daughter as she heard her falter a little before catching up to her. She turned as Hope caught up a slightly pained smile on her face, knowing she could very well shatter that illusion. “You saw your father being a mass-murderer and that confused you, scared you. But he’s still your father. I know you love me. Maybe that’s why you never thought about it, because you didn’t want to think about what it meant that I was a hybrid... that it meant I had to have killed someone.” She sighed. And even after that she’d been responsible for other people’s deaths. There was a lot on her conscience but that was something for Hayley to live with. “There’s a reason they call it the werewolf curse.”
She looked away as they reached the sidewalk and stayed quiet for a moment. “It was a boating accident. We were drunk. I thought I wasn’t. In other words... it was an entirely preventable death.”
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whitelightcr:
“Yeah,” he sighed. “Always end up coming back here. Always drawn back to Mystic Falls.” Hayley would likely get it. It seemed since having her daughter, the place she truly belonged; was with her. Stefan nodded at the mention of the young girl he’d once seen baby pictures of. “How is she? Hope?” He had to say, he was curious.
“I don’t know if that’s what I’d call myself. I guess it all just.. changed, a long time ago.” he shrugged. “Or maybe I never really came home,” he mused, a little darkly. Not that he thought Hayley would mind. In fact, she was probably one person who wouldn’t call him out for it, or try to offer him consoling words that wouldn’t help the matter anyway. “I heard about that actually. Or saw something of it. While I was gone. Aren’t you some kind of Werewolf Queen now?” A slight raise of his brow followed as he teased her that accompanied the slight smile on his face.
Stefan paused, his beer midway to his mouth before the Devil’s name was uttered by his guest. Jaw clenching, the former-vampire lowered his hand instead to look at her. “Cade?” he repeated, making sure he’d heard right. – Already knowing that he had. He may not possess super hearing anymore; but the man could pull that name out if a crowd of people had have been present. “What did you want to know?” he asked her, setting the drink down by his feet.
Hayley beamed, her chest swelling up the slightest bit with the supreme pride of a mama wolf talking about the cub that had made the first kill of the litter. “She’s amazing. And I know every parent has to say that of their offspring, but any person who has met her would think the same. She’s beautiful, and strong, incredibly brave and so very intelligent. She has learned a lot since her teens... and... she is so good Stefan. She tries so hard at everything. And she’s a fighter - and she fights for everyone.”
She kept a little corner of a smile as Stefan wondered whether he ever really came home. She gave a light shrug, as if to say what he probably already knew: she couldn’t decide that for him, only he could know deep down. Hayley had been a bit of a drifter after she’d gotten kicked out of her adoptive home, and so the very concept, the notion of home had always seemed somewhat malleable, if not entirely distant to her for many years. Hope had changed that... but even after having her she’d had to live on the run with her baby. But now it was less about agonizing over the notion of where she felt she belonged, and more about where she felt at ease. “Yeah something like that,” she grinned at his tease.
But the time for pleasantries had to be put on pause as she got straight to the thick of her visit. She took another sip of beer before answering. “I want to know how you defeated him. Because I’ve decided I’m going after him. I can’t afford to let my daughter fight a war on two fronts... The resistance may form an alliance with Wyatt to go up against Cade, but there is no guarantee. Nor is there any saying in whether we’d be right back to square 1 once the devil was made work of.” She looked at him, dead serious. “But no one can know about this.”
lcupgvrou:
despite all odds nothing got through the stubborn wolf’s thick skull. looking into her eyes, seeing her there. it didn’t clue anything in for him though it seemed like all the signs were lit and screaming at him. this was his daughter. ❝ thanks. ❞ he muttered towards her and the bartender and offered a slight nod in accompaniment. but when she seemed interested in his name, his gaze focused on her once more. ❝ i didn’t, ❞ he started, somewhat confused by her sudden change in tone. ❝ i was born and raised in new orleans. unforeseen circumstances left me here. ❞ he explained, raising a brow as he looked at her again. ❝ why, you know the name ? ❞
Her hackles rose... her impulse was was to call him a liar, to accuse him of trying to screw with her, trying to impersonate her birth family. But the tingling never came. He was telling the truth - or at least he believed he was. He couldn’t have been compelled... although perhaps he could have been confused in other ways. She stared him down without blinking as if it would somehow reveal whatever ruse was afoot. But no such clue ever came. “That’s not possible,” she finally stated. Or wasn’t it? Hadn’t plenty of people come back from the dead? “My daughter and I are the only known living members of the Labonair wolf line,” she finally said.
“Swear it.”