#fightforbetter

[survivingpierce]

@fightforbetter liked the starter call // accepting

        "in the end, i fulfilled my part of the deal, don't you think? you wanted answers about your family and my actions led you right to them. i admit, the whole giving birth to klaus's spawn thing wasn't intended but it's the results that matter." in the end everything turned out fine, hayley can't deny that. besides, katherine had never said how she intended to uphold her part of the deal. it still counts.

       "we're even."

[cursedbcrn]

HAYLEY MARSHALL ( @fightforbetter ) asked for ﹟  recovering together﹕ sender  &  receiver  recover  from  a  bad  experience 

The thing they don't tell you about immortality is how... long it lasts. Maybe such a thing shouldn't have been so surprising to Hope but she supposes it's different because she's never thought she would have to live without her mother.

She's never thought she would have to do it twice.

Both times were brought about by her own hand too, and maybe this is just the universe's way of telling her that she never deserved the goodness that was in Hayley Marshall-Kenner. That no matter what, her father's monstrous temper that people always believed was inherent in her, could never be fully tempered by the fiery pragmatism of her mother even though it was Hayley who raised her and left her indelible mark on Hope.

So she gives Hayley the space she asks for, watching from afar with the occasional comment from Marcel or other members of their family. No one comforts Hope or tries to reassure her, not that she would have listened to them had they tried in the first place. She doesn't know what they tell Hayley, if Hayley even asks about her eldest daughter.

Because that's a new thing she's heard about through the grapevine. Hayley had taken in another child, a werewolf orphan. A replacement. She disappears for three years after hearing about that, and when she re-emerges to the public life, Freya makes her swear that she'll never do that again, not without telling someone. Hope wants to ask whether it was because they were afraid she had died or whether they were afraid she flipped her humanity again, but the question sticks in her throat. She never does know for certain, but she imagines it's a little bit of both. She doesn't have the heart to tell them she spent most of it in a self-imposed dessicated state because Hope still hasn't quite learned how not to run away from the things that hurt her.

She settles in California, letting the salt and sand act as a balm to her wounds. It's easy enough to buy a house on the beach, secluded enough that no one bothers her (or worries about her immortal age), but close enough to a major metropolitan area so she can hunt easily. Hope spends her days walking along the beach or setting up her easel to paint another sunset. She finds a new life, one completely divorced from her former one, with no ties to her family, other than Kol and Davina halfway across the state. And no one understands better than her Uncle Kol the need for some distance.

Immortality both drags on and goes by in a flash, one of those paradoxes that doesn't make sense, probably spurred on by the imbalance of nature that it occupies. Thirty years go by in the blink of an eye and Hope realizes she's not had a mother in her life longer than she had one. It's a brief moment of selfishness that has her sending the letter to Hayley, the first she actually puts stamps on and drops into the mailbox, but not the first she's written. There's a room in her spartan house, dedicated to the letters she has written to Hayley, to Klaus, to Freya, Josie, MG, Cleo, and the handful of others who have remained important over the years. It's equal parts therapy and catharsis, and she understands why her father kept journals. A few have been sent back and forth over the years, but never once to Hayley.

She doesn't expect Hayley to answer and she doesn't know what compels her to keep sending her letters after she doesn't hear back from the first one, but she does. Nothing heavy, but small updates on her life, trying to let her know that despite everything, she's somewhat okay. In case she was curious. When a month goes by without hearing back, Hope is ready to give up again, the rejection searing enough to make her walls fly back up sturdier than ever. If her own mother can't love her, then what hope, no pun intended, did she have for anyone else managing to do that?

Two days later, a letter arrives. A week later, she's flying back to New Orleans for the first time in decades.

[seesgood]

❝ she’s fine, ❞  it’s always the first thing out of her mouth. because she knows the mikaelsons. so much as the slightest whiff of hope being anything less than perfectly, completely, pleasantly fine and she’s going to deal with an infestation of vampires, hybrids, witches, and whoever else on her doorstep. but she’s grateful that hayley is at least level headed when it comes to her daughter. switching her phone to her other ear, caroline sighs before she continues.  ❝ but there is...a thing. a minor thing. probably harmless. ❞  another pause, and she internally winces before delivering the death blow.  ❝ like a boy thing. ❞          /          @fightforbetter   +   liked for a starter ! 

[duskwolf]

@fightforbetter SENT : ⚡ an angry text. / TEXTING PROMPTS *

   [ TEXT MESSAGE → 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐲 ] for real?     [ TEXT MESSAGE → 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐲 ] you just peaced out? no goodbye no nothing?    [ TEXT MESSAGE → 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐲 ] oh my bad, you did say bye, through leah. she gave me the message. pretty fucking lame if you ask me

[asilverforgcd]

starter call  |  @fightforbetter​

        “  you’re  loitering.  “  a  curious,  not  particularly  threatening  voice  chimes  as  front  door  swings  open,  eyes  landing  on  the  brunette  standing  only  a  few  feet  away.  she’d  peaked  through  the  blinds  -----  she  seemed  unarmed.  regardless,  she  takes  comfort  in  the  gun  safely  hidden  in  the  back  of  her  waistband,  strategically  covered  by  her  cardigan.  this  wouldn’t  be  the  first  time  her  home  was  invaded  in  broad  daylight  by  less  than  friendly  creatures.  “  if  you’re  looking  for  the  argents,  you  found  them.  one  of  them,  at  least.  “

[cursedbcrn-a]

Found a picture of @paintedstory​

[theivashkinator]

@fightforbetter​ said : “  i  need  to  keep  her  away  from  this  stuff.  ”

       The choice of venue wouldn’t have been Adrian’s preferred go to, but there was something in the urgency of Hayley’s voice on the phone that suggested paranoia. He couldn’t help but think she was running from something –– or at least doing her best to stay hidden. Which meant the nearly empty roadhouse in the middle of nowhere off of a two lane highway lined up. There wasn’t much to be gained by helping the beautiful stranger, but Adrian’s curiosity about those around him was nearly unquenchable. He wanted knowledge –– to know what drove the other supernatural beings in the world towards whatever goal fit their means. It was that knowledge that made him both useful, and willing to help. After all, someone searching for information on the different werewolf packs could one day prove useful to him.

He’d always had the uncanny ability to read people –– get a sense of them. Upon meeting Hayley, two things were clear to him almost immediately : she was genuine, and though he didn’t trust strangers, he knew there was nothing malicious about her. 

And she nothing like any species he’d met before.

Not that he could tell what she was, but Adrian couldn’t help but feel that she was damned powerful. Sitting at the high top table in the corner of the bar, the green-eyed vampire gave his companion a nod in understanding.  ❝ I don’t like hurting kids. I’ll do what I can to keep her out of it. But like Tom Cruise once said, help me help you. What exactly are you looking for, Hayley ? ❞ he asked before taking a sip of the special ‘cocktail of the day’. It was some brightly colored concoction that tasted like gasoline, making Adrian cough a little.

[pugionemarchive]

@fightforbetter​ ; ❝ You’re not as different from us as you want us to think. ❞ // finn

                  was  this  suppose  to  be  a  touching  and  emotional  conversation  between  the  two ?  as  far  as  finn  knew ,  she  hated  him .  but  so  did  several  others .   eyes  rolled  before  he  turned  his  full  attention  towards  the  werewolf .  “  because  i  bare  this  burden  like  niklaus ,  elijah ,  kol  and  rebekah  do ?  “  he  questioned   ,  raising  an  eyebrow .   “  unlike  you all ,  i  don’t  prey  on  everyone  walking  the  streets  of  new  orleans .  . . .  “ finn  said .