#opheliete

[m1kaelsons]

❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜

ㅤㅤㅤhe knows the feeling , knows it so desperately . the fear , anger and desperation in his daughter's voice mimic the tenor his own thoughts had taken countless times over the last few years . ❛ you won't . ❜ it's a promise he can't truly make , and they likely both know that . but when faced with his daughter , he can do no other than attempt to comfort her . an instinct he's still rather unfamiliar with , as it had been born in tandem with @opheliete . he takes her hands in his , grounding himself in the process . ❛ i'll always be with you , even if we cannot actually be together . you have my word . ❜

[m1kaelsons]

❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜ from hayley / @opheliete .

ㅤㅤㅤtruly  ,  the  feeling  is  rather  mutual  .  their  relationship  is  anything  but  typical  ,  but  as  a  mikaelson,  he  would  be  foolish  to  expect  anything  else  .  they  rarely  see  eye  to  eye  ,  but  despite  all  the  odds  ,  hayley  is  just  a  part of  his  life  .  for  their  daughter  ,  of  course  ,  but  also  simply  because  they  had  formed  an  atypical  bond  along  the  way  .  friends  ?  frenemies  ,  perhaps  ?  regardless  ,  their  fates  are  irrevocably  entwined  .  '  it  would  make  things  a  lot  easier  if  you  did  ,  wouldn't  it  ,  love  ?  ' the teasing note lightens the mood , though the matching sentiment is reflected in his own gaze .

[rhysan3]

@opheliete sent : 〝   it’s okay. i don’t need you to help me…but if you wanna stick around while i fix it myself i wouldn’t mind the company. 〞 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗙𝗘𝗬𝗥𝗘

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he was like a child being scolded by its mother. eyes cast downwards as he sat hunched upon the little wooden stool in her studio. the black leather of his jacket shone slightly in the setting sun , head tipped downwards. it was surely a sight to behold , the high lord of the night in what appeared to be a time out. oh if cassian found out he would have a field day. it hadn’t started off like this , rhysand begging mor to come steal feyre from her painting studio so he could gift her a present. everything was going great ( if you counted the high lords painting looking like a child did it ) and yet he lost his footing when cassian appeared , smearing a line of black paint ALL OVER feyre’s colorful unfinished project. the general laughed , telling his brother that feyre was going to have a field day with him before disappearing , leaving rhys alone with the damaged painting. and yet, she completely was calm. almost too calm. rhysand was aware of this tactic females used ( specifically his mother ) , the calm before the storm but her words cause the high lord to look up eyebrows furrowed as he situates himself on the stool hands in his lap. 〝 you’re not mad? feyre darling , i certainly didn’t mean to.. it was never my intention to ruin something of yours. please , allow me to help you. 〞