#• *ﾟ｡ ☾ hope mikaelson / interactions.

[theirdiaries]

⊹  —  “  i  ‘suppose  that  makes  sense,  ”  though  as  rebekah  spoke,  her  eyes  couldn’t  leave  the  other's  direction,  feeling  some  sort  of  tether  to  the  girl.  it  was  stranger,  so,  yes  —  there  was,  in  fact,  waves  of  confusion  colliding  within  her  thoughts.  “  hope  mikaelson,  hm,  ”  she  repeated,  as  arms  crossed  against  her  front,  desperately  trying  to  place  the  girl.  “  how  can  that  be  ?  ”  being  an  aunt  was  an  impossible  feat.  they  could  not  produce  offspring,  so  it  was  out  of  the  question  to  have  a  distant  relative.  was  it  just  an  odd  coincidence  ?  the  questions  soon  began  to  annoy  the  original.  “  you  know  me.  how  ?  ”

she quickly froze at rebekah's comment, biting her cheek and looking at the woman. no. that certainly was rebekah mikaelson standing before her. but why did her aunt not know who she was? "well, because it gets tiring just referring to my aunts and uncles as hey you over there." she shook her head with a sigh and looked at the other. "sorry, you just look a lot like my aunt. i guess you're...not though." she replied, deflating as she looked at rebekah. "i'm hope mikaelson, sorry for the confusion."

[withinthem]

Despite all the commotion that seemed stir in the short time she's been in Washington DC, this felt more normal and needed. The embrace was tight as she nearly refused to let go of her daughter. When she pulled away, her eyes focused on the girl's beauty. "Just a bit taller, huh?" she laughed, a smile playing at her lips as she joked with the other. "I've missed you too, Hope. You have no idea," a hand pressed itself against her daughter's cheek, that smile not daring to fall from such a joyous expression. "I've been here for— a couple of weeks? What about you?"

(¸.• ♛ → she just couldn't believe that after all this time her mom was right here, in front of her and finally she's able to just hug her and she does remember her. the brunette felt her eyes a bit watery for all the emotions, wrapping her arms around her. "mom..." she muttered, she didn't want to let her go, she was so happy to have her here and alive, she has always going to need her mom. when they pulled away a bit, the brunette looked at her. "i'm just...a bit taller. " she tried to joke a bit but she looked the same in her eyes at least just taller than before. "i've missed you so much, have you been around for long?"

[theirdiaries]

out and about, rebekah really wanted to be alone. the night before had been a bit of a rager, the bar being her close friend. and, recently? her only friend, other than her human bloodbags. things were odd lately, as if the town just felt unlike home and she didn't understand it. the sudden stop in her tracks was enough to cause a roll of her eyes, though it seemed like the younger girl knew her. the town was becoming strange. "aunt beks? that's horrible. why would you call anyone that?"

✦ ↬ closed starter ft @theirdiaries ( hope mikaelson & rebekah mikaelson )

hope had been in this place for too long. it wasn't limbo, no matter how much she would have rather it been. at first, she almost thought it could have been limbo, but the look was off and no one she knew was here -- which should have been her first indication. but, finally she saw someone who she recognized and let out a breath of relief as she made her way toward her, "aunt beks. you will not believe what i have to tell you."