𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍
her father was the LAST of her parents to die ; her mother going first , then their father going second . they both hurt , but her father’s death rang a little more clearer , as it went on to haunt her even past his death , and into her high school experiences . ‘ there you go again - ’ she chuckles through tears , finally standing up to greet her father . hope shakes their head , auburn hair shaking wildly . ‘ no - not even the necromancer being back could have convinced me - i’ve hurt enough people as it is . ’ like father , like daughter .
ALWAYS AND FOREVER. it seemed like such a simple promise for a family meant to never truly fall. arrogance dripped from his words, but he clung to fear and displayed confidence in the presence of his daughter. if she hadn’t played a hand in bringing him back, then it only meant that someone else had. ‘ i’m afraid that’s something that may never change. ’ even when he tried to avoid further pain to those around him, it seemed rather inevitable at the hand of a mikaelson. intentional or not, pain had a way of always showing up in their presence. the hybrid stepped forward in a swift motion, arms moving to securely curl around the small frame of his daughter. ‘ you’ve shown more strength than i could have ever, littlest wolf. ’
