READ THIS! I am from Germany so i'm sorry if the vocabulary and grammar is bad. When I picture Hope Mikaelson I picture Nora Thomson (from youtube) I found her on tumblr the other day. She is exactly what I think Hope Mikaelson is going to look like. Also Joey in this story, I got his looks from Joey GRaceffa (from youtube) I just think they look great together. ANd sorry that my picture edit is crap.
Hope Mikaelson
I suddenly open my eyes. All I can see is green things. I remember in hazy memories a blond woman showing me all the colors. Blue, brown, and grey are the colors of this place.
–I'm not looking! screamed a deep manly voice. I start screaming, and tried to get up from the ground. I managed to stand on my feet, but in seconds I fell down. I look to the side, there stands a man with his hand over his eyes. In the other hand was a red and black something. I don't know what it is, but it seems soft. I don't understand why he would not look at me. Is there something wrong with me? I started looking at the man, he didn't look like a threat.
–Here, take this. The man said and walked over to me with the soft thing. Still with his hand over his eyes. What am I going to do with that?–Why are you not saying anything? The man said concerned. I don't know how to talk. The man took his hand away from his eyes. He looked down on me and leaned in closer to me where I was sitting. He smelled like wood and spices. He took up the red thing, and held my hand. What is he doing?!I panicked, and tried to get on my feet. –Wait! He said with a calm voice, still with his hand on my arm. –This is a shirt. I'm going to put this on you so you don't get cold. A shirt? He put the shirt on me and buttoned all the buttons. When he was done he looked at the sky. I could see that he had green eyes and brown hair. He looked back down at me. I felt safe here I sat with him.
–My name is Joey. He said. What is a name? He saw that I was confused and looked worried.-Everyone has a name. It's what someone gives you when you are born. He explained. –Do you know how old you are? Old, age. Ive heard of that before. But I have no idea of how old I am. –Well I am 17, and you look like you are around 16 I would say. 16 year? I could not remember that? Joey looked up at the sky again–I have to get you out of these woods, it's getting dark. He said while he stood on his feet. Should I really trust him? I guess I don't have another choice. Before I could even think over the case he picked me up from the ground and carried me away.