ASLKDJASLKDJASLDKJAKSDJ I HATE YOU.
But yes, death can’t keep the gays

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ASLKDJASLKDJASLDKJAKSDJ I HATE YOU.
But yes, death can’t keep the gays
/ *laughs in redhead evil*
“ I am concerned for you, Hope. “ a momentary pause, gaze assessing as it flicks across her features. “ We all are and while Rebekah handled things badly, the fact remains, we are your family. “ she let’s out a long breath. If only Nik was here; she never thought she’d see the day she’d be longing for her brothers presence, but the tribrid is grieving and she needs her parents, her parents who are dead. Bryn is not a parent, nor is Rebekah nor Freya but they are family and that is not a word the Mikaelson’s take lightly.
“ I know your humanity is off, I don’t care. “ and she doesn’t, it’s irrelevant to her. “ You are my niece, and I will not leave you here alone, so whatever it is you feel you need to do, I am with you, Hope. “ she’s not sure how the girl will take the words, isn’t expecting it to go down well but she can’t not try, can’t leave her here alone without knowing they care.
@triagenera gets a starter for n!h Hope <3
@triagenera bugged me for a banter.
" Just because we share the same name, doesn't mean i like you. " arms are crossed over her chest, making no effort to hide the disdain on her features. " kinda tired of you running off and throwing yourself into the path of danger and endangering everyone else in the process. "
She pushes herself from the doorway she's leaning against. " Just because I don't like you, doesn't mean i won't help. " she snatches a blade from the girls hand, flashing her a cheshire grin. " give me that. " she twirls it, watching as it gleams in the light. " so lay it on me, what's on the menu today? "
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Gaze falls on the tiny brunette, then away again. She looks so much like her father, sometimes she can't bare to look at her. She had sworn an oath long before his demise, Bryn would give her life to keep Hope safe. Ever since she was a mere baby, she had always adored her — even when as a small child she had screamed bloody murder every time she babysat.
She used to joke the child shared her fathers dislike. But it wasn't true — in truth, the two got along quite well. Bryn was the aunt who would deliver art supplies, takeaway, new clothes, new music, a n y t h i n g- including ; occasionally, alcohol. Tonight was one of those nights. It was coming up to Hope's birthday and while Freya prepared for festivities back home, Bryn had decided to visit the girl in her dorm, a finger on her lips as she arrives suddenly, a grin adorning her features.
Who said she couldn't be a bad influence once in a while? She had enough adults in her life- while Bryn was her aunt, she also wanted to be her friend. Someone she could turn to when she felt she couldn't talk to the rest of the family. When the thought of disappointment weighed heavily upon her chest.
" Don't tell a s o u l." eyes twinkle with mischief as she hands her a bottle. " Your mother would have had my head for this. Your father however — " A grin tugs at her lips. " I have a feeling he'd approve. " A swig of the burning liquid slides down her throat with ease. " How are you holding up?"
@triagenera | verse; untitled | title; part of my charm (Andy & Hope)
The haze of purple energy that washed over Andy created a strong barrier to withstand several forces magical and non-magical alike. Was it necessary? Probably not, but if experience taught her anything, it was to never ignore her instincts.
“Don’t take the shield as aggression,” she told the woman across from her. “It’s security. No one likes being taken off guard.” It was such an automatic response to another’s power that Andy was hardly ever aware of it happening, but there it was. “It’s instinctive. Happens without thinking.” A smile pulled at her lips. “Just part of my charm, I guess.”
But enough with explanations. “Andy Foster and you would be...?”