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Hope,Elijah, and Evelyn all sat at a table outside of the Mystic Grill. They were waiting for their orders.
"If you're here to tell us my dad has a heart of gold, this is probably the worst spot, considering that there's a plaque inside near the dartboard for some woman that he killed in a moonstone ritual." Hope said to him.
"Take a look at that storefront across the street with the charcoal awning. Piece of land used to be our home. Smell of it still haunts me to this day. The burning wood, the crushed flowers, the berries. Your father was incessantly painting back in those days. Mixing, searching for brighter reds, for deeper blues. Used to wake me in the middle of the night just to show me the color that he would swear he himself had invented. I remember the first time that he showed me a turquoise. It's also the first time I smelled blood. You see, when Mikael found Niklaus fashioning a paintbrush from a small branch, he took that branch... he starch my brother across the face." Elijah explained.
"What did you do?" Evelyn asked.
"Niklaus begged me to run away with him, but I told him that I would never leave Rebekah and Kol at the mercy of Mikael. So we stayed. And, of course, it was a mistake. We should've run away together, but... your father couldn't go alone. But I did swear to him I would protect him from that very day." Elijah explained to them both.
Elijah was interrupted when their waiter,Landon walked up to them. "Peanut butter blast, whipped cream on the bottom. And Cookie Dough for Evelyn. Just how you both like it."
"Thanks, Landon. Yeah. Uh, this is my uncle,Evelyn's dad." Hope said. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Marshall." Landon shook Elijah's hand while the three Mikaelson's smiled. "So, Hope. You haven't been around much lately."
"Oh, yeah, there's been stuff back at home." Hope said back.
"Oh. Well, I was, I was hoping you'd be back. I mean, you're from New Orleans, right? I've always wanted to go. It's home to some of the greatest musicians of all time." Landon rambled,but was interrupted when some jerk threw food at his back.
"You should go. No matter where you are, there's always someone playing a Louis Armstrong song somewhere." Hope smiled.
"Uh, actually, there's, um, there's music in the square tonight. You and Evelyn should come." Landon suggested."I mean, they do it all the time, but tonight there's this kind of bluesy vibe and I thought maybe if you wanted..."
"Oh, Landon, I-I can't tonight. I have a thing." Hope stuttered. "Right, yeah. I should probably pick up an extra shift anyway." Landon said in disappointment
