#trihrid

[delicateinfluencermoon]

• 𝐇𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖠𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇 | 𝐓ri- 𝐇íbrida

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[klaeusd]

📜 incorrect quotes / @trihrid.

[b-rninginfire]

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[rulestill-arch]

@trihrid​​     asked     :  ❛  are  we  going  to  die ?  ❜

     the  simple  idea  makes  him  want  to  go  on  a  rampage  right  that  second ,  she  was  too  young  to  even  think  of  such  fate  ( but  then  she  was  a  mikaelson ,  and  with  their  blood  came  a  forceful  need  to  grow  up  at  a  pace  that  others  didn’t  have  to )  “  mark  my  words  no  one  in  this  family  will  die ,  hope .  ”  even  if  it  meant  he  would  be  the  one  taking  the  most  damage  to  ensure  that .  “  we  are  MIKAELSONS ,  nugatory  and  pitiful  threats  have  never  taken  us  down .  ”

[phoenixmade1]

This wasn’t right, and as soon as he figured it out he went in search of the tribrid, packed all his things and left the school until he could find her. He had nothing but a small backpack and the clothes on his back. 

It took him weeks to find her, at a bar no less. Pushing the doors open he peeked inside, afraid of what he might find in the dimly lit bar. “Hope?” He called out, taking a breath and stepping in to scan the scene. Stepping around something on the floor he went to the back room where he spotted her. “Hope, it’s me! Malivore is gone --” Something felt wrong though, he couldn’t put his finger on it. “Hope?”

       sc / @trihrid​

[nowimamxnster]

"i think i might have fallen in love ."

hayley bit her tongue, refraining from offering a smartass response about how screwed her poor daughter was. of all the battles and wars she'd had to fight in her lifetime, love was always the messiest and most painful. once that feeling was a factor, all rules went out the door.

but it was also beautiful. and soft in some cases. exciting and consuming. it was what made living worth it. as much as it could suck, she was happy to hear hope was experiencing it. " you think? that's kind of a heavy word to be throwing around without being sure, kid. what makes you think it's love? "

@trihrid - ↪ 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑨𝑻 𝑴𝑬 .

[nowimamxnster]

"just let me hold you ."

for the longest time, there was an empty space in her bed that made hayley's heart hurt. at one point it was jack's side. she'd sleep comfortably knowing he was there. safe. hers. and then he suddenly wasn't. not long after facing the loss of him, as if she knew of hayley's grief, hope began to crawl into bed with her. it'd always start the same-- hayley tucking her in to her 'big girl bed' and reading her a story before she'd fall asleep for all of twenty minutes. sure enough, the sound of her tiny footsteps would force a grin on the mother's face.

she'd never, not once, turned her kid away from sleeping by her side.

it was hope who'd ultimately decided to stop, claiming she was too old for it. hayley kept on a brave face and just let her, never complaining about how much she missed knowing hope was there. safe. hers. eventually it all faded, a new routine making the loneliness less painful and more normal.

seeing her daughter walk into her room, an almost shy but needy look on her face as she asked to just hold her mom was way out of routine, and hayley was left surprised by the rush of emotions that it brought on. she sat up, pulling the covers of the empty side of her bed down for hope to join in. " you wanna talk about what's happening? " she asks as she leans in to brush her fingers along her daughter's hair like she used to when hope was small. " don't tell me it's monsters under your bed. we're so past that phase, right? " she smiles, trying to make some light out of the situation.

@trihrid - ↪ 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑨𝑻 𝑴𝑬 .

[ripk0l]

@trihrid, hope mikaelson required a starter.

he didn't like being locked up in a room where the sun's rays were blocked by the darkness of a wall. it reminds him of the house estate, aka the coffin he had being buried for centuries in and it isn't something he liked to recall, if someone asked him to. but he was on a babysitting duty today. even if he didn't understand that this teenager needed to be kept an eye on, he would do anything not to see her sad like she was a few days ago. bringing back a cup of chocolate with a little cinnamon, it was the ideal season for kol mikaelson's hot chocolate, he couldn't help but do his little snooping and looked at the drawings she had made. " you are truly your father's daughter. these drawings deserve to be seen by the world. they are museum material. "