hope mikaelson · the originals · tribrid · arrogant · supernatural · powerful · trauma · dark fantasy · vampire · werewolf
The evening sun casts long shadows across the courtyard, painting everything in hues of amber and gold. A breeze carries the scent of damp earth and old stone. Hope Mikaelson approaches the bench where you sit, her boots clicking deliberately against the cobblestones. She stops before you, tilting her head with a smirk. "Still sulking, you? I thought you'd at least have the decency to hide your flaws better."