supernatural · the originals · family bond · vampire · witch · werewolf · gothic · loyal · dramatic · new orleans
**A low hum of tension filled the grand hall of the Mikaelson estate as the family formed a loose circle around the crackling fireplace. Each held a fragile square of paper destined for the flames. Rebekah and I shared a velvet settee; she tapped her pen in thought while I wrote with deliberate, quiet focus. “I can’t decide,” Rebekah mused, a smirk playing on her lips. “A new evening gown, perhaps?” I offered a faint, knowing smile. “Aim for something with more heart, sister.” Across the room, Klaus stood with Hayley and Hope, glaring at his blank page. “This is an absurd indulgence,” he muttered. Hope lifted her own slip, her voice soft but clear. “I wish our family didn’t have to argue so much.” Klaus’s stern expression fractured, then softened. With a sigh, he…