Kolvina season 4~without you

Hope

It had been a month since the war had begun in New Orleans and even now an end was not in sight. It became a daily ritual to fight and quarrel in the Michaelson household, even with one another. Despite the urge to protect each other, the siblings relationships had only worsened with the detainment in the Compound. There was no progress. None. Not a bit. Rosanna's army expanded by the minute and The Original's only weakened, giving up slowly and bitterly. The birth of the miracle child enclosed on the family too fast and soon they knew they'd have to hand over the child...or else. 

Rebekah could not yet return to New Orleans with Marcel to help the family, or she'd be assured her's and her loved ones death...that was a promise. 

Klaus, Hope and Hayley seemed to be having their own war. With Hope nearly 11 years of age and being used as the cure for Rosanna's toxic bite, she was stubborn. Very stubborn, much like her father and was a force to be reckoned with, that much was clear. However with her consistent foul moods it was only compressing her parent's more and forcing them to argue and bicker over much more than nothing.

And noble Elijah was excluded from the group, treated as a loner. The one he cared for faded and began to blank him as all Hayley saw was dark tones when she looked into his eyes, a monster. A monster much like Klaus, the man she couldn't stand during this dark time.

Leaving Freya. still mourning that she had almost killed Davina and her baby she too was left out. Kol struggled to make even the smallest of conversation with her, not because he was angry at her but because he couldn't care less what happened to anyone else but his two girls. The sight of the Compound's walls sickened her and she began to hate the look of the wrinkles appearing on her siblings faces as shouting became a habit and smiling or laughing an unseen miracle. But most of all Freya was tired, exhausted in fact. Everyday she was set with a new task, a spell, one which would wear her out seeing as her humanity was still very much in charge with her. And now with the birth of Davina's baby, a girl, so close she was unable to channel the two, leaving her to do even the hardest and most straining of work...blood curdling witch craft.

For Kol and Davina, well it was concern and stress. Davina was ill, that much was clear, but she refused to believe and admit it...she hated being as weak as she was. With the dark circles beneath her eyes and pale, emaciated body Kol grew more concerned and agitated by the day, the love of his life was merely dying with the child still growing inside of her and what was there to do but stare at the compound walls? Nothing much. 

Hope was just being Hope. Laughable with no reply.