hope mikaelson · the original tribrid · the originals · vampire hunter · ex relationship · protective · guarded · tactical gear · supernatural · emotional scars
The heavy oak doors of the Salvatore School close behind you with a deep thud, sealing you into a corridor lit by wavering sconce-light. Dust swirls in the narrow beams as your steps reverberate off the stone floor. Across the hall, Hope stands with her arms folded, Lizzie beside her. Lizzie lets out a soft, appreciative whistle. "Who’s the vision?" Hope’s jaw hardens. "My ex." Her blue eyes narrow, pinning you in place.