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If she were going to pace anymore, she feels like she’d actually wear a hole in the floor. Counting her steps was the only thing that was seemingly keeping her sane for the time being. Several times, Josie found herself bringing her thumb to her lips to gnaw on the edge of the nail there only to have her hand smacked away by her twin. How long was it meant to take? She knew that Freya needed some time with her, but the actual transition was the more.. nerve-wracking part of it all.
When Freya finally stepped out of the room, Josie looked up at her expectantly - waiting to hear something about it being done or how long it might take, but she just gave them a smile and mentioned something about making a mug of tea and the ret of them needing to take a moment to relax. Giving it a few more minutes, Josie ducked away from everyone and into the room where Hope lay. Taking a shaky breath, he sank down on the edge of the bed and tried not to chew on her nails again. ( @ofvalor // continued from xx )
It was like falling asleep, a peaceful moment as she was held by her aunt and ushered into the next chapter of her life. The minutes she spends in limbo pass by in fraught minutes for everyone else, but for the first time in Hope's life, she experiences true peace. There's a brief urge to linger, to move on to peace instead of turning back but as exhausted as she is, she can't leave her promises unfulfilled. When she becomes aware of her body once more, she feels... faint. It's unsettling, reminding her of an awful time when she was suppressed within her own mind by a malevolent ancestor. It's like she has a fraction of her normal capabilities and Hope doesn't like how vulnerable everything suddenly feels.
The light from the lamp makes her squint, even in its softness, and she sees a figure perched on the edge of her bed. Her throat is scratchy, parched like she's never had a drink in her life and Hope tries not to think about what she knows her body wants. "Aunt Freya?" she croaks out, pushing herself up into a seated position. Her vision swims for a moment and Hope shuts her eyes before letting out a slow breath, hoping the dizzy spell passes. She lifts her head once more and pauses when she recognizes not her aunt, but Josie sitting by her. "Hey Jo," Hope says softly. She's self-conscious like this, without her armor or any of the things that makes her special. She's truly just Hope right now, and she wonders if that changes how Josie will look at her. "How long was I out for?"
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[ intertwine & hold ] – for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and hold them during an emotional moment to reassure them. - hope/josie
The darker part of her is gone - locked away or sundered or integrated as a part of her or something she doesn't quite understand yet. Hope's hand is in hers and it's distracting, but it's also grounding in a way she didn't expect. Mainly because all she can think of is the way her hand is a bit warmer than she expected, how there's callouses on the pads of her fingers and they're a bit scratchy as they rub over the back of her hand. But she doesn't want to look up at her - doesn't want the moment to end. And she's so damn afraid that the moment she speaks, it will be broken, that Hope will let go and walk away again.
Taking in a deep breath, she glances over to see Hope's eyes softening, wide and beautiful blue. "I thought you were going to die today." Seeing Hope like that - monstrous and suffering and angry - it was almost too much to bear. "I thought.. we wouldn't get to you in time."
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❝ do you remember anything? at all? ❞
@immutatio ( josie ) requested a focus muse starter
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JOSIE SALTZMAN ( @asiphon ) wanted ﹟ fix-it﹕ a moment in sender & receiver’s relationship rewritten to have a positive outcome , from the receiver’s pov
She mumbles a few choice curse words under her breath as she hurries down the hallway, words that would have earned her a stern glare from Hayley had she overheard what she is saying (followed by a phone call to Kol to yell at him for teaching her said words). She was supposed to meet Henry at the library after her potions class, but she forgot to grab the letter that Lisina sent over for him so she doubled back, but she stops short when she seesa familiar figure kneeling at her door, looking under the wood like she might be able to peer inside.
"Jo?" Hope asks warily, all thoughts of Henry disappearing from her mind at this odd occurrence. She hassnever been especially close with the Saltzman twins, despite the history that their parents shared. It's not like they know of it in the first place, and Hope has had enough clashes with the two of them that she has learned to steer clear. "Can I help you?"
She plants herself next to her door with her arms crossed over her chest, trying (and probably failing) to look intimidating. Josie on the other hand, looks torn between wanting to disappear into the ether and crying, and for whatever reason, that makes Hope soften her stance just slightly. But before she can say another word, the siphon spins on her heel and darts across the hallway, and the slam of the door echoes down the hallway.
"O...kay then," she muttered to herself. Turning to face her door, she goes to unlock it and pauses, wondering if maybe Josie had spelled the door to do something. She doesn't feel any traces of magic, other than the latent magic that lived inside the walls of the school. She cycled through a few different detection spells that she'd learned over the years, but her door was just a door.
Hope finally unlocks it and steps inside, her shoe coming down on a folded piece of paper that had been slipped under the door. She sees her name written in familiar, loopy handwriting and her confusion only grows as she picks up the handwritten note. She looks over her shoulder at the door to the Saltzmans' room, where she knows Josie is hiding inside. Had Hope just come across her in the perfect moment she had tried to secretly slip a note under her door?
Kicking the door shut behind her, the tribrid stands just inside the entryway and unfolds the piece of notebook paper in her hands. Her gaze scans the page quickly, and her eyebrows furrow for a moment before raising up to her hairline in surprise. Without even noticing, there's a small smile on her lips as she reads the words over and over again like she can't believe they're real.
She had been expecting insults, maybe some kind of mean message that was supposed to be "anonymous", and that's why Josie had run away, caught in the act. But her eyes re-read the words again and she couldn't have been more wrong.
Pulling open her door once more, Hope crosses the hallway and knocks on the door, but she isn't surprised when she receives no answer. Tilting her head just slightly, she can hear a quiet shifting inside, confirming that Josie is still in there. She knocks again, and she looks up and down the hallway quickly before leaning in closer to the door. "I know you're in there, Josie. Will you please let me in? I don't really want to... do this through a door. I'm not mad, I swear."
#[ ic. ]#[ v; can we get it right / asiphon. ]#[ josie saltzman / asiphon. ]#asiphon#okay bear with me but#imagine this being how they get together initially#but TO s5 still happens and all the weirdness and we get right back to where we started the verse#idk i just wanted to explore this moment
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she isn’t sure what compels her to buy the ticket, what moves her to climb the steps onto the bus, to sit through the hours long ride with headphones playing too loud music as she’s being hurdled towards louisiana. towards new orleans. towards hope mikaelson. but what was there behind her? a half functioning school waiting for her mother to return and take over? twin glued to said mother’s side as grief consumes her. a father buried six feet underground with white marble marker above his head? no. there was nothing left behind for her. only a forward. only a future. and maybe hope could put it into perspective.
though josie did question why she thought that hope of all people would hold an answer to the problem for her. didn’t understand why besides the fact that they both new pain. both new loss. and hope had taught her to be more than quiet.
the trip takes nearly a full day with stops and breaks and when the bus arrives and she steps off suddenly things feel so much larger. or maybe she just feels that much smaller as she moves through crowded streets. past street side bars and percussion of jazz bands. it’s dizzying, bustling, and altogether exciting.
she doesn’t find hope right away, but she does go to places she’s seen hope write about in her journal, maybe that was a bit rude to read. but well she craved to learn and knowing what was going on in such a quiet person’s head was the ultimate knowledge. so she starts at rousseau's, then hope’s favorite bakery. it’s not until she’s been there a week, sleeping in some run down hotel outside the quarter that she finally runs into the face she’s been searching for.
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mixed media tags
#& the new history teacher ↬ alaric saltzman.#& lets split up ↬ fred jones.#& klaus's little lap dog ↬ cristian sulez.#& the gemini dhampir ↬ josie sulez saltzman.#& future of the shadowhunters ↬ alec lightwood.#& power of ice i command thee ↬ nick armstrong.#& king of the gods ↬ zeus.#& goddess of love ↬ aphrodite.#& goddess of hearth and home ↬ hestia.#& goddess of wisdom ↬ athena.#& god of love and sex ↬ eros.
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Hope looks.. fragile. Maybe it's just a trick of the light, or the way she moves because her physical appearance hasn't changed at all. She's as beautiful as ever, if not more so, and it takes an absurd amount of willpower for her to not reach over and brush back some of her hair. With a tentative smile, and her fingers twisting together, Josie glances towards the door - Freya won't be gone for long, but at least she'd been okay with giving them a bit of space to talk.
"Hope. Hi." It comes out in a breath, her smile widening ever so slightly when Hope is sitting up a bit more fully. "Not too long. A few hours, maybe. To be honest, I thought maybe it would be pretty instant. I guess it differs on person..?" It's a rhetorical question, just wondering aloud really. "But I wanted to see you. Before you make the change, I mean. And you know, while you do. If you're going to do it immediately. I.. am nervous." She finally relents and hangs her head with a smile and a laugh. "Sorry."
@asiphon is rambling and it's kind of adorable, enough that a tired smile springs to Hope's lips. But it soon fades with the realization that she can't hear Josie's heartbeat. It's a sound that she had memorized when she was nine years old, always just across the hallway, different from how Lizzie's was a little more erratic. It's unsettling how quiet the world seems in this moment, and she notices it most because that steady cadence she's used to is inaudible to her in the moment.
"It's okay," she nods, and she pulls her legs up so they're curled under her, giving Josie room to sit on the bed if she wants. "You wanted to see me like this?" It must seem underwhelming to the brunette, same old Hope but without all of the extra stuff that makes her special enough to want to murder. But she's hesitant about letting her stay in the room while she completes her transition. What if she can't control the bloodlust? That was what happened with her father, and her aunts and uncles. They gave in to the instinct to feed and hunt, and Hope refused to repeat that cycle. "I'll need a bloodbag to finish the transition, but it's probably best if you wait outside while I do... I don't want to hurt you, even accidentally." // continued from xx
#[ ic. ]#[ v; main / s4. ]#[ josie saltzman / asiphon. ]#asiphon#q.#new post yet again to spare my multi's activity
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“ does me dating them bother you ? ”
« @asiphon / ask meme i've deleted. »
hope doesn't exactly want to answer that. sure, josie dating someone else bothers them, it always has in some way. it's unfair of hope to voice that opinion, not when josie has watched time and time again hope be with someone else too. the pair might have confessed their past crushes but the lingering feelings were never addressed. life just went on.
went on so much that hope and josie just fell into a life that was just comfortable. after the spell that seemed to link the two and virtually giving up hope on reversing the effects, the pair just accepted the fate of them having a connection.
and it's that connection that hope lays blame for the way she feels right now. the link is to blame on the jealousy, the hatred, the anger- in the simplest terms hope hates that josie is dating someone.
"does me dating them bother you?"
the words echo through the room as hope sits there looking anywhere but josie. finally she looks up at the other and shakes her head. "no, doesn't bother me at all."
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Hello! Could i request going to a party with hope (like the one from EP1 of legacies lol😭) with lots of tension and mutual pinning (can be slight enemies to lovers too) doesn't matter what format, thank you!!
drunk in love - h.m.
a/n: hi anon!! this was suuuuch a fun request to write, i decided to write it as a little drabble-y fic for you <3 i also decided to go more with the mutual pining as opposed to the enemies to lovers, i hope you don't mind :,) thanks for submitting this request!
warnings: mention of alcohol and underage drinking, suggestive content. and you guessed it, liz's unedited writing
hope mikaelson is used to being a supernatural being. she always has been and always will be, and her family history has drained most of the normalcy out of her reputation.
she doesn't mind, really. she has been the elusive tribrid for as long as she's been alive. however, sometimes hope just wants to feel like a normal person.
which often leads her to the parties that take place at the old mill, where she can hold a red cup with cheap beer in it just like everyone else.
although everyone else at the party is also a supernatural, hope can't help but feel like she is just another student attending a cliché illegal party.
and she enjoys it. she feels free, and maybe just a bit tipsy.
hope scans the party, noticing the werewolves performing what can only be described as advanced parkour. they seem to always end up in those situations with alcohol in their systems.
moving through the groups of dancing supernaturals, hope makes her way to the saltzman twins. they feel familiar enough for hope to be comfortable hanging out with them in such a setting.
making casual conversation with lizzie and josie, hope almost feels bored. she isn't quite drunk enough to dance, she thinks, but she walks to the dance floor to watch nonetheless, with the twins following suit.
hope sees rafael and a witch she doesn't recognize dancing more intimately than she wants to see, and quickly diverts her eyes.
only for them to land on the most ethereal girl she had ever seen, in the middle of the floor conversing with a group of vampires.
"who is that?", she manages to ask, her jaw practically reaching the wood planks of the floor with each word.
"y/n y/l/n. just transferred from mystic falls high. emma is trying to figure out what kind of supernatural she is," lizzie responds, noticing hope's piqued interest.
"she's... wow...," hope freezes, trying to find the word.
"hot? yeah, no shit, mikaelson," lizzie quips, earning a hit on the shoulder from the shorter girl.
y/n y/l/n is lost, to put it simply. a new school is already a difficult experience, nevermind one composed of witches, werewolves, and vampires.
but there she was, standing in a crowd of them. what was thought to be an ordinary boarding school is actually a safe haven for people like them. people like her.
y/n takes a swig of her drink, cringing at the bitter aftertaste. she had been to her fair share of high school parties, but hadn't ever really branched out far. she was quite the introvert, but was determined to change her fate with her fresh start.
introducing herself to those who looked interesting and kind, y/n perused the party, having casual conversations with many and even dancing with a few. however, nobody really stuck with her.
that was, until, her eyes landed on hope mikaelson, reddish-brown locks falling perfectly over her shoulders.
hope wasn't like anyone she had ever seen before, not at mystic falls high or anywhere. she was effortlessly intriguing, and of course beyond attractive.
the night continued on with y/n aimlessly walking through the cliques of the salvatore school, trying to mingle.
no matter how many people she spoke with, she couldn't get the tribrid off her mind. she thought about inviting her to the bathroom with her before deciding that was far too forward.
hope sighs, pouring another can into her cup with a few measly cubes of melting ice left.
"are you gonna talk to her, hope?", josie innocently asks, taking a sip of her own beverage.
"don't know, i might short circuit," hope jests, although only half-joking.
"you should. you guys would make a hot couple," josie giggles, evidently pretty inebriated.
josie walks away to search the mill for penelope, leaving hope alone.
"she might be drunk, but i think she's right, mikaelson," lizzie adds, arms crossed against her chest.
"hot couple? she would definitely be the hot one."
"you're not so bad yourself, hope. go talk to her."
"talk to her or kiss her?"
"talk first, silly."
y/n is just about over the party, preparing to walk back to the quiet of her dorm to rest, when she locks eyes with the woman who initially caught her eye hours ago.
she can't help but stare, feeling enthralled by the way hope delicately stares back.
the party feels like it's at a standstill, with everyone else fading into y/n's peripheral vision. she can only focus on hope, and she likes it.
before she knows it, the space between them is shrinking and the brunette is in front of her.
"hey. isn't it about time i came over and said that?," hope starts, trying to seem less nervous than she undoubtably is.
"i was waiting for you. i'm sure you could tell," y/n responds as flirtatiously as she can muster.
"well i'm glad that feeling is mutual. i'm hope."
"y/n. just transferred here from mystic falls."
"oh, i know. i asked the headmasters' daughters for intel because i think you're the prettiest girl in this room."
shit, hope thinks. did i actually just say that?
"that's pretty cute of you, hope. i can safely say i would have done the same."
"do you, maybe want to dance?"
"i thought you'd never ask."
the pair quickly falls into stride, moving to the loud beat of the stereo.
hope notices that y/n's hands have found her waist, and quickly starts to feel hot.
"i'm fucking sweating," hope complains, giggling at her own misfortune.
"we should probably get out of here then, huh?"
hope is almost in complete shock. what did she say?
"jeez, y/n, take me out to dinner first," hope laughs, her face turning flush.
"oh trust me, i was planning on it."
#hope mikaelson x reader#hope mikaelson#wlw#legacies#legacies x reader#lizzie saltzman#lizzie saltzman x reader#josie saltzman#josie saltzman x reader
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Sky wasn't the jealous type, but if Sebastian and Ben didn't stop checking out Y/N's ass; he was going to run his sword through a vampire and demigod respectively. Ever since the Blood witches invaded Alfea and they no longer had a headmistress, Silva, moved them to another supernatural school in the First World called: The Salvatore School. Here there weren't just fairies or specialists, but vampires, witches, werewolves and many more flavors of supernatural ice cream.
Hope Mikaelson, the Tribrid, was the most powerful being in this school. After that it was the twins Lizzie and Josie Saltzman. A vampire-Siphoner and a Siphoner. Apparently, they could siphon any magic, but when they tried on Bloom and Y/N, they got burned and frozen. Now, Bloom and Y/N joined them as the school's most powerful and dangerous students.
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Josie is borderline brilliant, has been told as much by parents and teachers and therapists, but Hope has always been the one enigma in her life that she can never quite read. Admittedly, she does better than most people do because she pays attention, but there is always a part of Hope that is indiscernible and uncontained, as wild as the magic that fuels her and that part always gives Josie pause. It was the same part of Hope that surprised the dark version of her when she tried to taunt her into letting the old Josie go.
It's the part of Hope that surprises her now, despite having spent at least a week in the same city as her, and it surprises her because it means Hope also has been paying attention. With the exception of maybe Penelope, Hope has been the only one to see through Josie's bubbly exterior and find the ambitious and hungry girl underneath. She sees it even when Josie stubbornly closes her eyes against it and in this moment, with slender fingers squeezing gently around her neck with all the power in the world, the siphon has realized she gravely underestimated Hope.
Her words make Josie gasp and the copper tang of Hope's blood explodes in her mouth like a firework. Josie struggles against the tribrid's iron grip instinctively, fingers futilely clawing at the hand on her throat. Real terror lances through her because she's not ready for this despite having thought about it many times before, in the late hours of the night while Lizzie snored away beside her. She's not borderline brilliant for nothing, and she knows what happened to her uncle Kai, how she could maybe sidestep the merge so that Lizzie could live.
And to become more powerful herself because who could match wits against a heretic?
Josie swallows away the thought like a bitter pill and instead relaxes in Hope's hold, forcing her fear to stay pushed down so she might not fuck this up even more. She's already thinking four steps ahead to when Hope's humanity returns and the guilt that is certain to come with it. Her thoughts slow as she locks eyes with Hope, a bead of crimson still on her lips as she waits. There is terror, anticipation, a little excitement even, but Josie forces her body and voice to stay still. "Is this what you want, Hope? Is this living?" / @ofvalor (continued from xx)
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you failed. accept it. - hope/josie
She'd absorbed so much dark magic for this, and all she'd gotten for her trouble was thrown across the room. But she wasn't giving up - she'd seen the way Hope looked down at her. Her face had been blank, but there was hesitation. Hope hadn't hurt her. That was key. That meant that somewhere in there was a chance. "For now. I failed for now. I won't stop trying, Hope."
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josie saltzman ( @enternecers ) said to donovan lockwood ; you say you’ve changed and you’re sorry , but i don’t wanna know .
he has changed . . . and he is sorry . . . but he can’t blame josie for not believing him. donovan had been a shitty friend when they were younger. he’d abandoned josie and everyone he’d grown up as soon as he became a big dumb jock. not that he thought he was dumb . . . but he knew that was the vibe he put out there. ❝ give me a chance, josie. ❞ he looked at her, ❝ i know i fucked up . . . but we both know actions speak louder than words, let me show you i changed. ❞
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JOSIE SALTZMAN ( @asiphon ) wants ''everything is going to be okay'' kisses
She didn’t know what possessed her to take the red-eye to Belgium. It had been months since she sent the red oak spear for Josie to keep safe, wrapped in unassuming cardboard and spelled to look innocuous. It wasn’t fear that drove her, a worry that she needed to make sure that the only thing in the world that could kill her was safe, but it was something else that pulled her halfway across the world. Someone else.
She hadn’t seen Josie since that day in the gym, when she had placed her consciousness into a therapy box to stall the older Saltzman twin from coming after her. But if Hope really thought about it, that day set in motion the chain of events that led her to standing outside of Josie’s dormitory, with a familiar talisman tucked against her rapidly beating heart. For months, she had hesitated on taking this step, worried that her time without her humanity might have completely fractured her relationship with Josie. After all, she had killed Lizzie (even if the blonde had come back), and there was no one in this world more important to Josie than her twin.
But as she saw Josie come over the hill, books clutched to her chest and pen tucked behind her ear, Hope could feel a sense of ease and calm wash over her, and she smiled as the siphoner stopped short, staring at her. A warning probably would’ve been better, but honestly Hope was pretty pleased with the look of utter shock that she managed to pull from her. It took only a few short steps before the distance between them closed, and Hope reached out to grasp Josie’s hand, like she needed the physical confirmation that she was really here and looking at Josie right now.
And yet, now that she was finally here, words failed her. Everything that she had been through in her short life, the pain, the love, the sheer terror of being alone, and it finally hit her that this was what her parents wanted for her. An epic love and to finally live. Hope opened her mouth a few times before closing it again, unsure where to even begin. With thanks, with a confession, with a promise that she would spend the rest of her immortal life trying to make up for all that Josie had done for her.
So instead she leaned up on her toes to press the softest kiss to the corner of Josie’s lips, and moved back to gauge her reaction. And in Josie’s eyes, she found nothing but love and adoration directed at her, despite all of her mistakes and missteps. So Hope leaned in again, to kiss her fully and pour into that single action everything she needed to say.
Everything was going to be okay.
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DATING LIZZIE SALTZMAN HEADCANONS
(gif creds to legaciesladies.)
Lizzie Saltzman x Fem!Witch!Reader
A/N: I miss my girl so much and got sm comfort from this😭 srry this is kinda short
• Hugs. Hugs. Hugs, and did I mention hugs?
• I can see Lizzie being the big spoon most of the time, but once in a while she needs to be held by her girl.
• Lizzie is very protective over the people she cares about, and will not hesitate to protect you any chance she gets. (It’s a hero thing.)
• We all know she’s the fashion queen, so she loves picking out your outfits! (and critiquing them👀.) “What about this?” “God no Y/N, have I taught you nothing?”
• You literally defend this girl with your LIFE. All you want for her is complete happiness and anyone ruining that will feel your wrath. (Penelope would know all about that.)
• We know that Lizzie has faced a lot of challenges due to her mental health, but you do absolutely everything in your power to help her. She needs to yell in the woods? There you are right beside her. She needs a meditation session? Oh, there you are joining in. She knows and appreciates every little thing you do for her.
• Forehead kisses are a big yes doesn’t matter if it’s giving or receiving.
• She loves doing spells with you!
• She always turns to you if in need of siphoning wither it being holding your hand, waist, or giving a you a kiss.
• If you are mad at her, she will try everything to make it up to you - even going to what she calls ‘extreme lengths’ to get you your favourite ice cream. “I know you’re mad.. but I went to very extreme lengths to get you f/ic/f, so if that doesn’t bring you out of your ‘mood’ I don’t know what will.” You frown. “Extreme lengths?” She crosses her arms nodding. “I had to walk through that disgusting shopping centre for ICE-CREAM.”
• Now, if she’s mad at you, you will probably face the cold shoulder for a bit, only receiving glares from her and sympathetic looks from Josie. While you are trying to talk things out with your girlfriend, You both find yourselves in confrontation with a monster. You saw it ready to attack Lizzie and instantly flung yourself in-front of her shielding her from the monster resulting in you getting injured. “Are you stupid? You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” She shouts absolutely mortified. “Better me than you.” You muttered, holding your head. She sighed, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “Don’t scare me like that again.”
• From that moment, she knew you’d risk your life for her at the drop of a hat.
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She had been too reckless in her pursuit of trying to figure this particular monster - and mostly trying to do as such to make up for all the hell she'd caused just by virtue of letting the dark magic get the better of her. In doing so, she'd forgotten that she was still recovering, still weak from not having her magic - and maybe, just maybe she had something to prove to the others for doubting her.
She's not bleeding, which is a blessing in itself, but her head throbs and she's certain she'll be battered and bruised the next day. Warm arms cradle her, but she doesn't have the energy to open her eyes or move or do anything but lay limply in the person's arms. "'Msorry.."
When Lizzie first burst into Hope and Cleo's room, declaring that @asiphon was missing, Hope took three breaths to steady herself before replying. Even if every instinct was jumping to the ready to track down Josie, Hope reminded herself that Josie had been avoiding her for a reason. Not that she can really blame the other witch. So much has happened in the last few months, from Landon breaking up with Josie, to Josie succumbing to her dark magic, to sealing her magic away entirely and transferring to Mystic Falls High. It's the last one that stings Hope the most.
But Lizzie insisted and the gnawing feeling in Hope's gut only grew, especially knowing that there's still a monster out there they haven't defeated yet. And now, as she carries Josie in her arms, bruised and beaten by that exact same monster, Hope hates herself for hesitating, for delaying even a single second that allowed Josie to get hurt. "Shh, you're okay," Hope murmurs as she carries Josie into the Old Mill, and sets her down on the lumpy couch that one of the wolves dragged in. Now that she can look at her, Hope begins to seethe as she sees the marks left on her, but she tries to push it down. "What were you thinking, Josie?"
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