Whatever We Lose

make it perfect

The very same day after the girls' arrival at the Mikaelson compound, Hope is helping Freya and Davina prepare dinner whereas she's note quite sure if that's it or perhaps this is a feast they'll be having. She is having a talk with her aunts, both by blood and marriage because she really missed them. 

For one, they have something else in common aside from being a witch and the last name Mikaelson. It was the fact that they had to carry the weight of having the world entrusted upon your shoulders at a young age. For one, Hope had gotten through the first one but the other one she isn't quite sure of.

After circulating upon endless topics, she finally found the right swerve to open up the topic about Malivore. 

"That is dangerous, Hope. Things could go out of hand and Alaric is letting you do this?"
"Aunt Freya, I wanted to do those. You guys would understand. I have someone I want to protect." 

Davina shot Freya a look before they both turned to Hope.

"We have a lot of things in common and I'm sure this is one you'll understand. You will go to the ends of the world to protect people that you love. Be it whatever creature, you will. I have my family. I have my friends. I have Josie. Family is always and forever, she's a part of that too. The Saltzmans are. They're the family that I have near whenever I am not at New Orleans. And I want to protect each and every one."
"There's no talking you out of this, is there?"
"Nothing."

Hope held both Davina and Freya's hand and gave them a smile. "It's gonna be okay. I'll see to it that it happens."

"For one," the three witches were startled as they've heard Marcel's voice. "I would say that your place is with everyone's. Be it us, your friends, Mikaelsons, Saltzmans or Josie. Your place is with us. So let's not be hasty and think this through, alright? The thing you guys are talking about seems sketchy for me. I, myself wouldn't want you to be involving yourself with such matters. But you're a Mikaelson. You cannot be stopped." Marcel smiled at Hope ever so warmly, "So do us a favor and kick their asses and make sure that it would hurt. Alright?"
"Sure will." Hope says, smiling back before standing up to give Marcel a hug.
"So, Josie." Rebekah's voice boomed and Hope let out a cute growl making the family laugh. "I thought you liked boys." the original blonde said with a teasing tone.
"I thought so too! I mean, it's not everyday you that you get a hundred year old ex."
"That would sweat diam-"
"Aunt Freya!"
"The juicy details, finally!" Rebekah said while sitting comfortably, her chin resting at the back of her hand with a humorous smile.
"Auntie Bex!"
"I was dying to hear about this." Marcel.
"I only heard from Kol, now might be a good thing to talk about this." Davina.
"Ohhh I hear someone, this is gonna be so much fun!" Marcel says with a toothy grin.
"Oh, save a seat for me. I'd like the front row one." Lizzie says, suddenly appearing from behind. "I was wondering what made your Aunt leave so suddenly from our nice conversation and so I found out that this is about him."
"Lizzie! Oh my god, you guys are ganging up on me!"
"Yeah, right Liz. Try to get in line." 

Hope gulped, making the rest snicker a laugh as they've all heard Josie's voice whereas the young powerful tribrid could only wish that the ground would open wide and swallow her whole.

"Figured." Josie says before rolling her eyes and turned her back from, walking away and actually trying to think of a way on how she's gonna be able to kill an antique ex boyfriend of her girlfriend.

Hope instantly stood up and used her werewolf speed to run after Josie which thankfully did not cast a spell or something to prevent Hope from catching up.

"Josie, wait!"
"What?"
"I was going to talk!"
"On the other hand? No, don't."
"But-"
"You get to know each and every detail about mine but I never heard about yours so I just got curious as to why the hell is that."
"It's all in the past, love!"