![]() And if she did something incredible, she's not even surprised. A warrior goddess with the light of her kind charity glowing around her ivory skin. She makes me feel like her equal-like she can accomplish just as much as she can, and more. Fairytales hadn’t seemed real until her cupids bow lifted. Under her bright gaze, you felt as if you were the most important thing to ever exist. Not because she was the princess of the vampire court and the onl mikealson heir or the fabric of family they were about to be put in. Jessalyn seemed to think that the other redhead was strong and smart and capable and she actually values her brother’s betrothed’s opinion. Hope likde the way she felt about herself when she was with her. The drawing equivilant to hearts with initials. Thank god, the princess hadn’t seen the ammount of times she attempted to stamp her into that paper. The one who had somehow got mcdonalds sat out by her bed in the morning instead of homophobic chicken and a novel similar to the one they had discussed. Besides, Julian was to be her spouse instead of the most perfect intelligent woman she had seen. God, she was pulling a freaking Anakin Skywalker. For it was the most beautiful pain and the sunshine of life to be in her orbit. Empty and somehow aching.Love is a heartless bastard. She’d known terror and indifference, self-hate and general en things that cannot be unseen.And yet she had known nothing like this terrible, horrible, paralyzing feeling. She had felt shame and cowardice, weakness and strength. At some point any royal had been that raindrop. And she s fallen.So hard. ![]() It's like someone is emptying their pockets over the earth and doesn't seem to care where the contents fall, doesn't seem to care that the raindrops burst when they hit the ground, that they shatter when they fall to the floor, that people curse the days the drops dare to tap on their doors. She wondered about how they're always falling down, tripping over their own feet, breaking their legs and forgetting their parachutes as they tumble right out of the sky toward an uncertain end. The mikealson girl always wondered about raindrops. Draped in the colors of fire and water in a way that should be painted or etched on vases. She looked beautiful swathed in the soft tulle of a seelie dress. This woman in front of her was too good looking to be anything but fictional. Walking like footprints on the sand or ripples in the river. All the privelege of a royal without holding up to the knowledge and needed perfection of leading your people into something better. And they are quotation marks, inverted and upside down, clinging to one another at the end of this life sentence. She had been screaming for years and no one has ever heard her before the princess. ![]() Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh.All the tribrid ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with her hands but with her heart. No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. sheis a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction. Words are such unpredictable creatures. Her world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. The auburn haired girl lived love and loss through stories threaded in history she experienced adolescence by association. Being the loan heir and living and breathing version of the court owned by the vampire mafia, she spent her life folded between the pages of books.In the absence of human relationships Hope formed bonds with paper characters.
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