midnight texting

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The Midnight Texting Meme

It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's — or brooding alone in the alleys, as one does — when your phone dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? Do they need help hiding a body??? Pick up your phone and find out!

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● Have fun!

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that goes both ways! ♥♥

[poppycock]

( this is not her fault. he would tell her that, yes, and because it is true. klaus knows: if blame is to be placed anywhere besides the evil witch whose very existence was a curse upon them all, it rests on him. he is the very terror she learns about in that school of hers; he's brought this on them all with his infamous cruelty.

the sins of a father. as his father passed down before him. now, to her.

all he can do is try to save her from the brunt of that suffering. he can barely accomplish a sliver of such a task. more so when he cannot be with her.

he swallows thickly at the earnestness in her voice. he's made a promise to himself, recently: that he will not lie to her. that he will be steadfast and give to her all that he can possibly give. there's guilt; a thin line that reaches from his chest into his vocal chords, because he knows that he has not always done so. not always been capable of it. because he is not. he is not telling her everything.

(he's heading to mystic falls as they speak. they will miss each other, as planned. but he has some business to attend, and she is not to know of it. what he plans to do she will have no part of. — these past months he has been trying with limited results to break this curse without her in the crossfire.

that is what she truly needs. her father.) ) Yes. ( always. forever. ) Every day.

( his breath stops in his throat. he adds, because he hasn't, not nearly often enough: ) Hope? I love you.

[crossbreeds]

( for two people as powerful as they are, it's beyond frustrating to be this powerless. it's why she spends every minute of her spare time channeling all of her focus into finding a solution, grasping away at some impossible fairy tale ending, in which she will be the one to break the curse and reunite their family. maybe then she wouldn't feel like such a mistake. and so living up to her name it is, having hope, and being hopeful the only way to get through this.

he's the inspiration for it all. the stories he used to tell her, tales locked away in her box of memories, there to give her courage and comfort whenever she needs it, serving as a reminder that, when you're a mikaelson, anything can be achieved. because the thing is, there will always be some evil to oppose them, hope knows that. klaus' thousands of years and hope being someone that shouldn't exist ever ample enough reason for threats to seek them out and target them. but each and every time danger has done just that, a way has been found to beat it.

it's then, as he says the words she's been waiting to hear, that hope lets out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. )

I love you too, Dad.

( naturally, the words are packed with emotion. her eyes growing misty as she holds the phone closer to her ear, only to then find herself even more determined than before to right this wrong in all of their lives.

then, much lighter: )

I do have another question, though.

[poppycock]

( it's all he cares about, in the end. all he lives and breathes, in place of the self-pity and wretchedness he indulged for far too long. losing hayley — losing hayley was much too close to losing everything. for the first time in a decade, he could not hide behind her goodness and the ample guidance she provided their daughter; he could not be the poor excuse for a father he has always been.

it's a shame he keeps quiet in favor of action, however quiet some of those actions have been.

it's in these moments, hearing with a sharp and exquisite pang the emotional tenor in his daughter's voice, her vow of love for him, that it all seems agonizingly and frighteningly worth — everything. she's worth every terrible deed, every moment he has sinned and exalted in that sin. every torture and terror and vice.

every moment of vulnerability and love.

every sacrifice.

he closes his eyes and swallow past the lump in his throat, for he knows with the experience of a thousand years that there is more than likely more sacrifice to come. )

Yes?

[crossbreeds]

Do juvenile delinquents get beignets?

( a valid, humorous question and only the slightest bit of pushing her luck. the exquisite pastries a deliberate request from daughter to father, made out of fondness for one of the few precious memories of time they've actually spent together while dreaming that one day the two of them will be able to create more.

their interests so alike that hope would give anything to be able to share them again, to paint pictures and enjoy music, and be in each other's company without the fear of the disastrous consequences that separate them now. )

and now... three... months later. but look, this is how much i love this thread. i never forget it!!

[poppycock]

( the lighthearted and yet terribly weighted subject of her question startles a laugh out of him, as rough as it is genuine. and perhaps he shouldn't: laugh that is, if he's too be the strict disciplinary he intended to be during this call.

but he does love her, his bright, strong, quick-witted daughter, and truth be told, he was always going to be more soft-hearted towards her than her mother. in that, he has time to make up for too.

he wishes he could be there. that he could fill a table with sweets, recreate that blessed morning in which they celebrated and gouged themselves. it's a memory he holds onto tightly, yet it always slips away into darkness with the realization it might never be again.

it must. it has to be. ) In limited quantities. And only if you save a few for me.