#haitibcrn

[claykiinga]

“I was made from the Clay in Pandemonium, here to claim what is rightfully MINe.”

[devilscratch]

@haitibcrn​

“I’ll drink myself to death if I want to. …What have I got to live for, anyways?”

[leroiloup]

@haitibcrn​ said : “‘it’s rare to see a hybrid come to this place. How can I help you?”

           It was a sunny and humid spring day in New Orleans. Gaggles of happy tourists flitted about and musicians obliged them, playing on every other street corner. It was the sort of day that would make the original hybrid proud to call this city his home - were he allowed the moment to indulge in such frivolity. No time for play, Klaus moved with purpose, driving out of the quarter to an area on the other side of the river. He knew of witches other than the quarter witches that set up business there, and sought to enlist some help in his current dilemma. Klaus’s disdain for witches in general - despite being born one - wasn’t a secret, but he knew that his family could use all the help they could get. With Hope’s life in the balance, he’d do anything at this point to keep her safe.

The black range rover pulled up outside a small shop. The usual trinkets and curios of hoodoo could be found in the window display alongside scrawling font that said 𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑉𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑜. While Voodoo was never Klaus’s area of expertise, he’d been in New Orleans long enough to know that there was a distinct difference between New Orleans Voodoo and Haitian Voodoo. Today, he sought the latter.

Straightening his black leather jacket, he walked into the shop - the bell on the door alerting the shop owner to a new potential customer. Blue eyes landed on the woman behind the desk, seeing nor hearing anyone else in the store. Her words pulled a curious look from him as he tilted his head.  ❝ I see my reputation proceeds me, even here. ❞  His voice was calm ; still collected even in a place could potentially be enemy territory.  ❝ All the same, I’m Klaus Mikaelson. Are you the owner of this little emporium ? ❞

[devilscratch]

"Tell me. If you could ask but one question, hear its whole truth... what would you ask?"

The beignet crumbs were constellations against the navy-colored plate, an unspoken myth of old. He wondered how many pieces it would shatter into. 

Nick pushed the dish to the center of the table. “I already know the answer,” he grumbled, “so what’s the point in asking? It’s not going to change anything.” He brushed the powdered sugar from the corner of his mouth, unable to lift his head high enough to look Maffi in the eyes. His stomach ached. A part of him hoped Maffi had poisoned the pastry and dusted it with crushed fairy teeth so he could unceremoniously implode with no warning. But then again, he’d already done that, hadn’t he? He’d hurt Sabrina when she had only been trying to help.

Nick sighed in defeat, and finally met Maffi’s gaze. “I’d… I’d ask why love hurts worse than being in hell.” 

[soulsofcaos]

@haitibcrn​

“You don’t have to wear it, if you don’t want to.” Harvey’s face was now rosy; hot with embarrassment at the thought of her not liking the gift. The bracelet he’d handed to her was comprised of small, golden snakes - each woven intricately around each other. What was meant to be leaves dangled down in between from the loose chain, resembling some sort of charm bracelet. Something about it reminded him of her; and Harvey had wanted her to have it. “The girl at the pawn shop said they’d had it there awhile. Apparently it’s old, but I thought it might look nice on you.”

[desireshappiness]

@haitibcrn​ asked: “I did not expect to have a Mikaelson at my door, but I must imagine it is not for pleasure. What can I do for you?”

“Now, now . . . don’t look too excited love, I just came to have a look around” Rebekah beamed. Her grin widened, as blue eyes moved from Maffi, to the little view into the room behind her. “My sources tell me that you are quite the witch, I just wanted to see if you were worth your salt with my own eyes” 

[stonedgilbert]

@haitibcrn​ said: “You are troubled, more than most of the souls that come here...”

“Yeah, well, it’s a general rule of my entire life that it goes to shit at every possible turn, so... I get cranky. A lot. That kind of happens when you’re walking through life with the knowledge that you don’t have anyone in your corner,” Jeremy muttered, shoulders tensed and jaw flexing as he forced himself not to lash out, like he usually did when anyone mentioned his less-than-stellar life. “When you’ve never had anyone in your corner.”

[highwiitch]

“Ah, it has been a long time. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎: outdated. 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍: @haitibcrn

Delicate smile on her lips, Maerose lifted a brow, amused and pleased to see the woman she hadn’t seen in a long time. “Do I need a reason to visit you?” Alas, the reason for her visit wasn’t as pleasant as she would have wanted it to be. “But I won’t deny, my visit isn’t purely out of kindness. I had to leave for a while, things are ... tense. I thought you wouldn’t mind if I stayed with you for a while.” The safest place, truly, Maerose couldn’t imagine a better place to stay at.