Hope Mikaelson (mikaelsonheir) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-09-05 21:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, hope mikaelson, molly weasley |
Who: Hope Mikaelson and OPEN
Where: In the kitchen
When: Sunday evening
What: Trying to bake cookies
Status: Open/Ongoing
Warnings: TBD, probably low
Hope was used to dealing with her problems alone. In fact, she really preferred to keep them close. Why? Because she knew other people didn't understand. Her life had been so different from the very beginning, and she'd been through so much loss that nobody could possibly understand what she was going through. Was this partially because she was a teenager who felt that nobody had gone through what she had and she was the very first person ever to hurt like this? Yes, she admitted to herself, there was probably a bit of that there as well. But there was also truth to it. Not everyone out there had been almost sacrificed as an infant, possessed by a powerful evil spirit, and been the reason her mother, father, and uncle had all died. And that was on her shoulders every single moment of every single day. She wanted to be worth those sacrifices, and she didn't know if she possibly ever could. Her dad's departure from the hotel had caused these feelings to come back to the surface. Her mom was still here, and Aunt Rebekah, and she was very grateful for that, but she still missed her dad and wished that she'd been brave enough to really get to spend time with him while he was here. But she hadn't been, and now he was gone again, and who knew if he'd ever come back. To try to distract herself, Hope was in the kitchen, attempting to make chocolate chip cookies. She never claimed to be a good cook, but at least the fact she wasn't meant that the task would keep her mind occupied. She was getting the next tray ready to go in the oven when her sensitive werewolf nose warned her that whatever was in the oven was definitely burning. She swore under her breath and reached into the oven to grab the blackening cookies, completely forgetting to grab an oven mitt until it was way too late. "Ow!" She clasped her hand with her other and watched as the burn quickly faded away. At least supernatural healing was on her side. |