HAYLEY MARSHALL ( @fightforbetter ) asked for ﹟  recovering together﹕ sender  &  receiver  recover  from  a  bad  experience 

The thing they don't tell you about immortality is how... long it lasts. Maybe such a thing shouldn't have been so surprising to Hope but she supposes it's different because she's never thought she would have to live without her mother.

She's never thought she would have to do it twice.

Both times were brought about by her own hand too, and maybe this is just the universe's way of telling her that she never deserved the goodness that was in Hayley Marshall-Kenner. That no matter what, her father's monstrous temper that people always believed was inherent in her, could never be fully tempered by the fiery pragmatism of her mother even though it was Hayley who raised her and left her indelible mark on Hope.

So she gives Hayley the space she asks for, watching from afar with the occasional comment from Marcel or other members of their family. No one comforts Hope or tries to reassure her, not that she would have listened to them had they tried in the first place. She doesn't know what they tell Hayley, if Hayley even asks about her eldest daughter.

Because that's a new thing she's heard about through the grapevine. Hayley had taken in another child, a werewolf orphan. A replacement. She disappears for three years after hearing about that, and when she re-emerges to the public life, Freya makes her swear that she'll never do that again, not without telling someone. Hope wants to ask whether it was because they were afraid she had died or whether they were afraid she flipped her humanity again, but the question sticks in her throat. She never does know for certain, but she imagines it's a little bit of both. She doesn't have the heart to tell them she spent most of it in a self-imposed dessicated state because Hope still hasn't quite learned how not to run away from the things that hurt her.

She settles in California, letting the salt and sand act as a balm to her wounds. It's easy enough to buy a house on the beach, secluded enough that no one bothers her (or worries about her immortal age), but close enough to a major metropolitan area so she can hunt easily. Hope spends her days walking along the beach or setting up her easel to paint another sunset. She finds a new life, one completely divorced from her former one, with no ties to her family, other than Kol and Davina halfway across the state. And no one understands better than her Uncle Kol the need for some distance.

Immortality both drags on and goes by in a flash, one of those paradoxes that doesn't make sense, probably spurred on by the imbalance of nature that it occupies. Thirty years go by in the blink of an eye and Hope realizes she's not had a mother in her life longer than she had one. It's a brief moment of selfishness that has her sending the letter to Hayley, the first she actually puts stamps on and drops into the mailbox, but not the first she's written. There's a room in her spartan house, dedicated to the letters she has written to Hayley, to Klaus, to Freya, Josie, MG, Cleo, and the handful of others who have remained important over the years. It's equal parts therapy and catharsis, and she understands why her father kept journals. A few have been sent back and forth over the years, but never once to Hayley.

She doesn't expect Hayley to answer and she doesn't know what compels her to keep sending her letters after she doesn't hear back from the first one, but she does. Nothing heavy, but small updates on her life, trying to let her know that despite everything, she's somewhat okay. In case she was curious. When a month goes by without hearing back, Hope is ready to give up again, the rejection searing enough to make her walls fly back up sturdier than ever. If her own mother can't love her, then what hope, no pun intended, did she have for anyone else managing to do that?

Two days later, a letter arrives. A week later, she's flying back to New Orleans for the first time in decades.

hayley  marshall  (  @fightforbetter  )  said  to  klaus  mikaelson  ;  first love. you remember what that’s like?

❝  strongly.  ❞  klaus  growls,  his  eyes  narrowed  at  his  daughter  and  that  damn  roman  sienna  from  his  vantage  point  over  hayley's  shoulder.  he  doesn't  want  the  boy  anywhere  near  his  daughter,  and  yet  here  he  is  acting  like  he  belongs  there.  and  to  make  things  even  worse?  it  seems  like  hayley's  even  encouraging  the  behavior  between  them.  they're  supposed  to  be  a  united  front  (  on  some  level  )  when  it  comes  to  hope.  and  yet  .  .  .  here  they  are,  klaus  plotting  murder  and  hayley  insisting  it's  not  that  bad  (  even  though  it  definitely  is  ).  ❝  and  that's  exactly  why  he  has  to  get  out  of  my  sight.  ❞

my url? or my hayley (fightforbetter)    /    @foundationsbuilt​​

My Opinion on;

Character in general:       You have a LOT of amazing muses that I know from the fandoms of tvd and hunger games.  The Mun:      A total sweet heart!  I find their accent to be so cool to listen to as well. I love their bird as well.  I find their ability to capture HAYLEY MARSHALL to be brilliant and I look forward to see how delphi does with all of the other characters that are on this multimuse.

Do I:

RP with them:      I do roleplay on @fightforbetter​ !  We actually have a verse going on that is Hunger Games based versions of these characters. Want to RP with them:       Always want to write with you! Let’s do things here as well.

What is my;

Overall Opinion:      I need to give you my new discord so we can keep up with each other! I’m so glad that you are back and ready to write again.  You are AMAZING and very creative with all that I’ve seen from you. The REDS and ORANGE being the aesthetic colors are just so warm and inviting to me.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty. THIS IS MY WAY OF SAYING NICE THINGS TO PEOPLE NOT SO RANDOMLY.

“ what happens when i finally fuck up and you finally have to see me for what i am? ”

"Darling, my family spawned a species doomed to fuck up for as long as humanity survives to provide us with sustenance. I have over a thousand years of mistakes and regrets and losses on top of mutilation and general mayhem. Some enjoy comparing me to Klaus far too often for there not to be some semblance of truth to it. Your mistakes and what you believe to be your true nature do not frighten me, Hayley. Not when they come with you. As an original monster myself I can manage just fine."

@fightforbetter​ asked  ➸   ❛   You   are   the   heart   of   this   Pack.   Without   you,   it’s   nothing.   ❜

"YOU   REALLY   THINK   SO?",   Belle   can't   help   the   shock   at   her   moms   words.   Sure,   she   helps   out   with   the   Pack   every   second   she   can   spare,   from   checking   in   on   the   oldest   members,   to   keeping   the   Pack   babies   entertained   and   out   of   too   much   trouble.   But   the   heart   of   the   Pack?  

"Sure   you're   not   getting   me   mixed   up   with   someone   else,   mom?"   Hayley's   the   Crescent   queen,   the   woman   who   united   the   Pack   and   freed   them   from   vampires,   witches,   and   curses   alike.   And   Hope?   Her   sister   is   stronger   than   anyone   knows,   the   heir   apparant,   and   future   leader   of   all   factions   of   New   Orleans.  

Belle   is   just   Belle,   really.   (Except   with   the   occasional   crushing   pressure   of   being   the   last   of   an   entire   royal   wolf   bloodline,   but   no   biggy.   That   hardly   makes   her   heart   material.)

@fightforbetter / MARSHALL, HAYLEY

   "It’s one of those things that just remains unsaid, y’know?” The casual cadence to his question made it seem like maybe she did actually know, but he doubted it. There was something entirely unique about the place he’d grown up, the place he called home. And there was definitely something unique about his particular brand of wolf -- a myriad of differences like a chasm between them. He launched over a long piece of driftwood, denting the sand as he landed again. “Some people don’t believe it, most sort’a do, and the ones that know the truth don’t usually talk about it directly. Unless you’re inner circle.”

@fightforbetter​ / plotted starter

          She hovered. Hayley Marshall had always hovered over her daughter, but said daughter was now finding the trait more annoying than endearing. She had understood why her mother was so protective of her, especially when she was small and weak and a perpetual target for people who would harm her, but she wasn’t that girl anymore, even if Hayley didn’t want to see it. Inadu’s power was just that, power. Her ancestor had used it for darkness, for her own personal gain, but power wasn’t inherently good or evil, just a reflection of the person who used it. And to have her family treat her like a ticking time bomb only made Hope feel like they expected her to be evil. 

Like they expected her to be her father.

Dr. Saltzman had made it clear what he thought of Klaus, and Hope could understand why he felt that way given their history, but it hurt more seeing the wariness in Hayley’s eyes. She knew her parents’ relationship was not traditional, but she thought that they at least trusted each other. Maybe they did, but it was Hope she didn’t trust. 

So many of these thoughts bounced back and forth around her skull until she finally addressed the hybrid who had been lingering in her doorway for the better part of five minutes. “Did you need something or are we back to perfecting your Edward Cullen routine? Pretty sure he used the window for that though,” she said dryly, not looking up from the grimoire she was paging through until she finished skimming the spell that had caught her interest for a brief moment. “Seriously, mom, what do you think I’m going to do? Have a temper tantrum and level the city? We do still have to live here, you know.”

@fightforbetter​ / plotted starter

        Her foot taps impatiently on the bus as they near the city limits, and Hope pulls her hood up over her head as she tries to avoid the suspicious stares from the few other riders. Each sound makes her eyes dart around, and she still hasn’t gotten used to the way her senses are constantly overstimulated ever since her transition. It didn’t take much to piece together what was going on, what with her father’s face pasted all over every flat surface, along with the familiar faces of a handful of others (and the unfamiliar faces of plenty more). Some with black x’s scratched over their eyes in an obvious marking of death, but what Hope doesn’t understand is why. She spent nearly an hour in front of the first wall she had found, with hundreds of posters staring out at her, heart in her throat as she tried to find any semblance of her mother. It was easy enough to find information on her aunts and uncles, with their connection to Klaus making them wanted targets. But there was no mention of a Hayley Marshall-Kenner anywhere she looked. 

Which was why Hope was currently on a bus to New Orleans. Her mother was one of the strongest people she knew, and she remembered how Hayley had kept them safe until she was seven, using skills that Hope was probably too young to really understand. Her thoughts are loud and overbearing as she tries to keep her limbs still, her hunger at bay, and everything feels like it’s closing in on her until the bus screeches to a stop just outside the city. She’s the first one off the bus and there might be witnesses to watching her speed away into the night but Hope doesn’t care because she is close, she’s so close. 

The streets look both the same and different from what she remembers, the hazy memory of a child not doing her much favors. After more than a few wrong turns, Hope ends up at St. Agnes’ Church and from there, she knows exactly how to get to her destination. By the time she nears the familiar building, her anticipation is practically sending vibrations through the foundation and she has to stop to calm herself before stepping past the threshold. As she looks around, Hope’s eyes dim. The compound looks abandoned, and she struggles to hide her disappointment because all her eggs had been in this one basket.

“Mom? I’m home...”

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She could not remember the last time she had this much fun. Companionship had been rare in her life. Mikael, Klaus, her immortality had made it impossible for Rebekah to set down roots to allow herself to feel comfortable to like someone - let alone to consider them a friend. It was nice though, her meeting with Hayley had been rocky but she was undoubtedly fun. 

Another girlish laugh escaped Rebekah’s lips, blonde hair thrown back onto the pillow after her half full wine glass had been set on the nightstand. “I don’t know how you’ve managed it.” Rebekah admits breathlessly, her smile shown in her eyes as Hayley joined her, plopping down on the bed with an ease that Rebekah is unsure she’s ever seen on Hayley. “If it was me I would have bashed their teeth in for such disrespect.” 

Their laughter faded until it was nothing but a dull ache in the base of their stomaches. Rebekah exhaled, suddenly enamored with Hayley’s warm smile and the curl of unkept hair that threatened to fall off her cheek. She was beautiful, Rebekah had always thought so but now it just hit her. Reaching forward, Rebekah carefully pushed that lock of black hair from Hayley’s face.

 “I meant what I said before, a lot of the girls Nik’s ever brought home have been whiney twits .  . . I’m glad that you’re not. Incredibly so, even.” Her thumb brushed against Hayley’s cheek, lingering a tad longer than was probably appropriate. She would blame it on the wine, but she had not been told no yet.  

Rebekah’s hand dropped, cupping Hayley’s chin keeping her in place but not so much that Hayley could not pull away if Rebekah had misread the situation. She leaned forward, their noses brushing and breath mingling with every exhale. “I am grateful to have met you Hayley Marshall.” Rebekah smiled softly, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the corner of Hayley’s mouth.

hayley  marshall  (  @fightforbetter  )  said  to  tyler  lockwood  ;  we have to give people the benefit of the doubt sometimes.

tyler  doesn't  exactly  enjoy  the  sound  of  that.  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  was  stupid  if  tyler  was  being  completely  honest.  he  was  sure  that  hayley's  intentions  were  good  .  .  .  but  he  didn't  like  them.  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  was  just  stupid.  ❝  you  want  me  to  give  klaus  mikaelson  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  though.  ❞  tyler  pointed  out,  ❝  hayley,  you  realize  i  can't  do  that  .  .  .  you  have  to  realize  that  i  really  can't  do  that.  he  absolutely  ruined  my  life.  not  trying  to  be  dramatic  or  anything.  ❞

[ bubble bath ] to soak in a warm bubble bath with my muse.

"The blood's all washed away and evidence of our victory with it. How sad." Rebekah's pushes her index finger up against the underside of Hayley's chin with a playful smirk, head turned to admire the features of the werewolf at her back. They're a picture of royal comfort, soaking in a bath in a ritzy apartment that Rebekah compelled the previous owner to let them take all for themselves. Jazz music from across the street enters the room through cracked open windows. Rebekah settles back into Hayley with a content, drawn out sigh. "The city will be ours, love. We are the most powerful creatures it's ever seen." And she will be safe from her brother with an army to do her bidding. Most of all, she has Hayley who holds her heart. "It doesn't stand a chance against an inseparable pair, hm?"

hayley  marshall  (  @fightforbetter  )  said  to  donovan  lockwood  ;  ❝ it doesn’t matter. you have to trust me. ❞

donovan�� doesn't  do  well  with  people  saying  he  has  to  do  anything,  especially  if  those  people  are  adults  other  than  his  father.  since  his  transition,  that  had  only  gotten  more  intense.  so  when  hayley  talks  to  him,  he  can't  help  but  arch  an  eyebrow.  he's  supposed  to  respect  his  elders  .  .  .  his  father's  taught  him  that.  but  his  instincts  take  over.  ❝  i  have  no  reason  to  trust  you.  ❞  he  pointed  out.  he  was  just  being  honest,  he  barely  knew  this  woman,  and  he  had  never  done  well  with  trusting  people  outside  of  his  family,  granted,  his  family  was  only  one  person  .  .  .  which  made  that  even  more  intense.

@fightforbetter​ said  ‘ you’ve been getting closer and closer, and crossing so many lines. ’

            It was the same speech every single time, and Hope wished that her mom would get some new material. She knew that Hayley was never going to give up on her, at least not any time soon, and while there was a part of her that appreciated the loyalty, that part was buried deep inside and not anywhere near control. 

“No matter how many times we do this, you always miss the point, mom,” Hope interrupted the heartfelt words with a loud squelching sound. She had been playing with the hearts of one of her victims while Hayley spoke, mouthing along at the right moments to the words she had long since memorized, and decided she was bored with her latest toy. It cut off Hayley’s words as it landed back in the pile of bodies that she had racked up in her latest spree. Words that Hope would ignore for now, but eventually will come to haunt her for the rest of her days. 

“The point of being like this is that there are no lines!” Hope waves her arms out as she gestures to the warehouse. She paid no attention to the bodies strewn about the floor, many of them missing limbs and other crucial body parts. They were true scum, men who tried to take advantage of children and women, the kind of people that Hope Mikaelson would eliminate without a second thought, even without the mercy of her humanity switch. 

And that annoyed her. She felt no guilt at the deaths of these men, regardless of whether they were human. Monsters came in all forms, from any species, but her mother was looking at her like she had murdered the fucking Pope. 

Her eyes stayed trained on Hayley’s horrified face while her thoughts raced through her mind like speeding bullets. “You’re not going to get it, are you?” she sighed finally, not seeming to find whatever she had been looking for in her mother’s eyes. This would be so much easier if it had been her father that she had resurrected. He would probably join in given the chance, and then such drastic measures wouldn’t be necessary.

Hope steps in front of Hayley and her bloodied hands come up to frame the hybrid’s cheeks. Her pupils dilate and she flexes her compulsion over her mother, a dull scream of protest dying in the back of her mind as she speaks.

“Turn it off. For once in your life, mom, be free.”