TAROT PROMPT: HOPE & EM drew 8 of PENTACLES
“ Eight is the number of power, business, material success and earthly prosperity. It’s one of the strongest numbers in life and in Tarot. It symbolizes renewal and change for the better. This card tells you it’s time to learn new skills. It’s a new beginning and you’re about to experience change.. ”
“Would you please just STAY – ” Hope’s voice is louder than it’s been since she dragged Emmanuella to the Mikaelson Compound. She’d been serious this whole time. Stoic, strong, measured. She’d kept all of her feelings about whatever has been happening as far down inside of her as she could. Until now. Until everything started to boil out, until she saw the hurt and hatred in that brand new vampire’s eyes. Hope wants to run after her – they’ve never met before today and yet – she wants to beg her to stay, to apologize, for wrapping yet another person in the constant death and darkness that is the life of a Mikaelson. It’s not even limited to people she knows and loves anymore.
“Please.” Hope lowers her voice. But it’s fractured, quiet. It’s not Kingly at all. She’s not a leader. Certainly not the strong and powerful one that whoever was doing this was trying to take down. “I know you’re angry and I know you’re hurt –” She steps forward again, slowly – just in case. “But I didn’t do this to you. I didn’t. I know exactly how you’re feeling right now. And I can help. I can teach you.” She’s still barely learned herself, her own transition just a couple of months behind her but if nothing else, Hope Mikaelson is good at trying to control power. “I can teach you and we can .. figure out who did this. If someone really turned you with my blood …. they’re after something. We’ll be strongest together.”
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there was not a single cell within her frame that did not want to cry out, to scream until her lungs bled. every part of who emmanuella had spent her entire life becoming had been ripped from her. violently. and yet, as much as seconds ago her answer had to been to run as far as legs would carry her, now she felt centered. glued to the city in a way that she hadn't experienced before despite the anger that still burned within her chest cavity. “what if you can't?” it's a wash. momentarily ignored was every other word spoken by someone who had never been her king. at least, not in the sense that emmanuella respected. all she could focus on is that one stupid little sentence — i can teach you.
“you have no idea what i'm feeling!” mind jumped, not taking into consideration who exactly had been trying to offer comfort. as if hope's entire history, be it rumors or truth, had been erased from her mind. there were too many emotions colliding beneath the surface. like a torando brewing, just waiting for the right breath of wind to send her over the edge. “i can't,” she began. only to have her words lost to the gentle panting that had been working it's way through her lungs. “what if i can't do this? i'm not... i'm a witch. i was born a witch. and...” the room felt like it was spinning. her anger and sadness mixing together and leaving her in a state of devastation. “i can't think straight! gods, why does my head feel like it's going to explode? — you really wanna help? start there. just... just make it stop. please.”
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