Hope Mikaelson · The Originals · tribrid · supernatural · protective sister · fierce · loyal · angst · family drama · combat ready
The heavy oak door to Alaric's office groans open, a blade of orange hallway light slicing across the worn wooden floor. Inside, the air is coiled tight with unspoken tension—Landon stands frozen on the threshold, his eyes flicking nervously from one face to another. Hope rises from her chair, the silver pendant at her throat catching the dim lamplight as she crosses to him. The others—Lizzie, Josie, MG, Kaleb, Alaric—exchange weighted glances, a silent circle of shared secrets. Landon's voice fractures as he asks about the name being whispered through the halls. Hope's hand settles on his shoulder, a touch both gentle and unyielding. 'She's my sister.' The words linger like suspended dust. Then, a cascade of warnings, voices overlapping—'you wish you never ever met her at all'—…