Hope scanned the crowd and landed on Laura, all alone, and she smiled fondly, appearing besides her in a blur, winking at her friend,
"Laaaaura." She greeted, drawing out her name. Wyatt glanced over across the garden before he stood up from the wall and moved over to brunette girl, whose name he thought he'd heard was Laura. He lifted his hand in a small wave. Laura Look beside her to see her long time friend Hope, one of the best people she'd ever met despite her parenthood, she stood up to steady her friend who upon using her speed had stumbled, "Hey sweetie how you doin?" she had had a few drinks tonight herself but apparently not as many as Hope had. Wyatt moved over to Hope and looped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his body; his drink was in his other hand and he took a slow sip from it, licking his lips before pressing a light kiss to Hope's temple. Hope frowned at Laura, shaking her head seriously,
"Laura, honey, no, I'm sober." She stated, continuing to shake her head, "I just did a little too much magic." She explained, and then jumped, failing to sense Wyatt approaching her before he actually got there, and scowled at him, "You do that on purpose." She accused. Wyatt grinned a little in a manner that may have been slightly cocky, biting down on his bottom lip and quirking his eyebrows up at her, taking another sip from his drink, muttering with an amused note to his tone, "Don't know what you mean," and chuckling under his breath. Laura let go of Hope, "Alright whatever sweetheart, but if you're not getting drunk then i am" she picked up her drink and took a swig before Looking towards Wyatt, "How do you get her so mad so fast?" she smirked "for future reference"
Wyatt grinned a little and turned to look at Laura, turning on the charm a little. He licked his lips and shrugged a single shoulder, replying smoothly.
"You have to be handsome and stealthy," he told her with a vague note of amusement, a dimple appearing in his cheek as he quirked his eyebrows, "I think it's the jawline. She's jealous of it."
Hope narrowed her eyes further at Laura,
"You suck." She stated suddenly, childishly, and then pretended to give her friend a disdainful look, before winking at her to show she was joking. She listened to Wyatt, raising an eyebrow at him, unimpressed with him already, and he hadn't spoken yet, and she rolled her eyes at least three times when he did so,
"I will put your mind in the body of a worm." She threatened him, deadly serious. Laura smiled up at Wyatt the man basically towering over her "Who wouldnt be jealous of that jawline" she Smirked before looking towards Hope "You love me" after that she took another sip of her drink and smiling at the couple in front of her. Wyatt smirked and pressed a kiss to Hope's lips, cutting off the end of her sentence and talking against them, voice low with a faintly seductive note to it.
"Nah," he mumbled, "you'd miss my body too much if you did that," he taunted her, the arm around her shoulders dropping to wrap around her waist, fingertips skimming over her hip as he nipped her lip a little before kissing it better and pulling his head away. He turned to look at Laura again as she spoke and let out a single note of laughter, flashing Laura a grin. "I think you and I will get along alright," he told her. Laura smiled up at Wyatt again bitterly before saying "You guys are gross"
Wyatt arched an eyebrow, a laugh spilling out of him reflexively; he shook his head with a small shrug.
"Oh how the tables turn," he joked, "now you're the jealous one."
Hope scoffed at Wyatt but allowed him to kiss her and such, returning each gesture and motion, she kept up the game she'd started of winking at Laura inappropriately, exaggerating the gesture everytime she did it, doing it very regularly too, to keep Laura on her toes,
"I knew you were in love with me, Laura." She teased, shaking her head tragically, patting Wyatt's chest as if to console him. Laura laughed her bitter smile turning true "You're funny you know that" before turning to scan the dance floor one more time before saying "i need another drink ,if im gonna stand here and watch you two do that all night ill need it"
Wyatt scoffed a little and caught her hand in his where it lay on his chest, tilting his head down and nudging his nose against her temple softly. He pressed his lips to Hope's cheekbone and nodded a little as Laura went away to go and get a drink. He finished his drink before setting it down on the ground and slipping his other arm around Hope's waist, pulling her body close to his and resting their foreheads together, nudging their noses lightly.
"Dance with me," he murmured lowly, walking them backwards towards the dance floor. Hope gave him one of her infamous breezy smiles, and placed one of her hands on his shoulder, and the other in his hand accordingly, grateful to Rebekah for teaching her how to dance. She cleared her throat,
"Come on, Fred Astaire." She teased, pecking his nose, and flicked her hair out of her eyes, preparing herself to dance. Wyatt snorted a little at the reference and shook his head a little, pressing a small kiss to Hope's lips before suddenly spinning her away from him, twirling her then drawing her back into his arms, a small smile on his face as he looped his arm around her waist and took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together as they swayed. Hope made a big deal out of showing him she was impressed, nodding and trying to do a mini clap, but found her hands were occupied,
"Wow." She drew out the word, snickering a little, leaning into him, a smile never leaving her face. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been to a party and actually had fun. Wyatt chuckled and smirked a little, swaying them side to side while going through some well-practiced steps, not needing to think them over, these moves deeply routed into his mind by now. He pressed his lips to her ear, murmuring, "You haven't seen the half of it," knowing he had a lot of moves up his sleeve that he could blow her away with. Hope made an impressed humming noises, wriggling her eyebrows at him, winking flirtatiously,
"The boyfriend with the never ending talents." She stated proudly, a laugh punctuating what she was saying, "Wyatt De Sauveterre." She finished, saying it like it was the next upcoming film, she twirled and laughed and for some reason missed him when she wasn't in his hold. It made her loathe the twirls all of a sudden. Wyatt let out that familiar, all-knowing laugh that always slipped out whenever he'd read a particularly dorky thought of hers. He pulled her in again and lifted her up so she'd jump, catching her in his arms and swinging her past one side of his body, before swinging her round past his other side; he set her on her feet in front of him before tipping her back over his thigh and placing a hand between her shoulder blades as he dipped her to the floor, bending to rest their foreheads together.
"Impressive enough?" He questioned her, lips practically brushing hers. Hope swooned dramatically, putting a hand to her forehead and pretending it had nearly been enough to cause her to faint, she beamed up at him and clung onto his forearms, wondering how long he would hold her like this for. She supposed it would be until she answered him, her eyes moving quickly between his own,
"I didn't know it was possible to be more attracted to you." She confessed in a quiet, slightly awed voice, "And yet, here we are." She finished with a small grin, eyes roaming over his features, wanting to share with him as much as possible in the moment. Wyatt grinned a little and hummed softly, quirking his eyebrows up a little bit. He brought a hand up to lightly brush back a strand of her hair that'd falling into her face with his fingertips, tucking it behind her ear and lightly stroking the back of his fingers over her cheekbone.
"Well, one has to concede that such a comment certainly boosts their ego," he mused fondly, before pressing his lips to hers. He slowly straightened them up so they were standing properly again, kissing her soft and slow. Hope kissed him back for a bit, and then, curled her fingers delicately under his jaw, and broke the kiss off, with a small hum,
"I think the song ended." She commented as casually as she could, moving her fingertips along the underside of his jaw in repetitive patterns, her eyes shifting to watch their progress instead of him. Wyatt opened his eyes a little to look at her, quirking his eyebrows up a little. He glanced around them and discovered that she was indeed right, that the music had in fact stopped. He shrugged vaguely and returned to looking at her, a small smirk on his face.
"I hadn't even noticed," he whispered. "Guess my world just narrows down to you whenever I'm around you," he murmured, pressing his lips to her once again and kissing her some more, craving the feel of her lips against his own. Hope momentarily lost the ability to breathe, and had to simply nod at him, turning and ducking her head to try and hide her blush, but he had already captured her chin with his hand, and turned her face towards him, she puckered her lips instinctively, and kissed him back sweetly, trailing her fingers absentmindedly along his neck, eventually entangling it in his hair, tugging on it lightly, remembering when she had done so earlier, and smirked against his lips knowingly. Wyatt let out a small growl in the back of his throat, tugging her bottom lip in a playfully warning manner. He mumbled against her lips roughly, shaking his head a little, a sinful grin on his face, "Don't be a tease." He smoothed his palms along her sides and gripping her hips in the way he always did, pulling her tighter against him. "Especially in public."
Hope shot Wyatt her absolute best innocent smile, and gave him a look that communicated "oops?". She nodded silently to show she'd heard and understood him, pressing a light kiss to his cheek, hoping that was proper enough for him, giving him the most innocent of winks. She might aswell be called Hope Angel Mikaelson, and she knew they blonde hair helped. Hope however couldn't keep it up for long, and failed to prevent the devious grin,
"My apologies." She whispered in his ear, tugging on it lightly with her teeth and then abruptly twirling away, out of his hold. Wyatt gritted his teeth a little in his frustration, jaw clenching, its muscles flexing and fluttering as he exhaled heavily, fists balling at his sides. There was an irritated sort of smirk on his face as he glared at her, a glare that spoke of revenge in the near future.
"You're not getting away with that," he muttered below his breath, eyes fixed on her as he followed behind her, steps slow and deliberate as he trailed her. He clasped his hands behind his back, arching an eyebrow. Hope gave him a sardonic look, glancing him up and down,
"Babe, you look like a super villain." She commented, as if he hadn't just promised a possibly very public and humiliating exacting of revenge at any moment. She refused to let him see it affect her, and make her nervous, he already had access to her thoughts, he didn't need to see it demonstrated on her person aswell. She wandered out towards the garden, where everyone seemed to be, picking out Laura's voice among the others, concerned by the panic in her tone. Wyatt followed after her and finally began to pay attention to their surroundings, catching onto the sounds and scents of panic. He scowled a little as he caught onto the sounds of Klaus racing around, and Boone's voice along with the voices of strangers. He caught up to Hope and fell into step with her, placing his hand at the small of her back. Hope walked up to the group with an expression of alarmed confusion, her eyes wide and never staying fixed on one person for too long unless it was Wyatt,
"What's happening?" She asked, spotting Boone, Laura and Riley all walking off together. She was going to start off to go after them, but changed her mind, deciding she needed to know what on earth was happening, first. Hope looked expectantly at those around her.
"Talking about Klaus?" Wyatt questioned Annabelle, giving her a stern look as he stepped into the crowd, looking around at everyone. He didn't take too kindly to the smoker's tone. "What's going on here?" He asked with an air of authority.
"No I'm talking about the fucking tooth fairy." Annabelle answered sarcastically. Hope bristled beside Wyatt, turning her head sharply to stare stonily at Annabelle,
"Watch your tone." She warned the girl, her voice dangerously quiet, but still plenty loud enough for everyone to hear. Wyatt snapped his head towards Anna and stepped forward towards her. He glanced her up and down, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. He took the cigarette from her and eyed it, before looking her dead in the eyes, voice low.
"I'd tell you how smoking kills," he said, "but I'm sure I could do a quicker job of it," he hissed, the threat evident. Evonai looked to Wyatt and furrowed her eyebrows "I suggest you calm yourself and step away from my niece" she said taking Annabelle's arm. Wyatt rolled his eyes and glanced at the Bennett witch with a disinterested look.
"I suggest you both refrain from pissing me off," he said calmly, "because your magic won't work on me and I don't value the life of others' very much."
"Please. You really think I let myself be killed by smoking. Or by some vampire. It's ok Evonia, really." Annabelle turned to her aunt.
"Okay, please. Stop. Both. I mean, all of you." Kira stepped in, now seeming a little more confident. "It was my fault. I dragged them here, so they would help my friend."
Hope actually laughed, it may have sounded a little sadistic, and took a step forward to come face to face with Evonia, staring her down, she was going to say something, but turned her head towards Kira, nodding stiffly, and glancing back at the woman she was going to face off with in disdain, and took a step back to be by Wyatt's side again.
"Look, why'd you even come here?" Annabelle asked calmly. "We haven't done anything...wrong."
Hope scoffed, shaking her head disapprovingly,
"We came out to see what was going on, we asked you a question, and you were unnecessarily rude. Actions breed consequences." She stated coldly, her stare unfaltering. Wyatt glanced over at Kira, jaw fluttering, before he glanced back at the witches with distaste.
"I came to see what was going on and inquire about my brothers, hoping for answers," he said haughtily, referring to both Klaus and Boone, looking the witch up and down. He nodded in agreement with Hope. "What I got instead was two little bitch witches on my back, which I didn't appreciate." He turned to look at his girlfriend and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, sighing. "I think I'm going to find your father," he told her, pressing a kiss to her temple before disappearing on the hunt for him.
"Oh I apologise. To me it seemed that your fuckboy came up to me in a less than polite matter. And if you want to see what we did. Just look up." Annabelle pointed to the now moon-less sky. Hope snarled in rage and had Annabelle in a headlock in the next second, ready to snap her neck, she brought her mouth down to be near the girl's ear,
"I could kill you within the next two seconds, if somehow you manage to escape, I will set you on fire. Watch yourself, bitch." She hissed, wrenching on the girl a little to hurt her, her eyes no longer human. Riley walked up beside Hope and squinted at the girls infront of Hope, her eyes suddenly widened when she heard the term come out of one of the girls' mouth, "I surely hope you're not talking about Wyatt," Riley started, making her presence known, "Because he could kill you in a second if he ever heard you say that, and Hope would too, so shut your mouth if you know whats good for you."
Evonia looked around and rubbed her temples "what the fuck is wrong with you people" she said "always wanting to fight"
"Set me on fire and you'll never know what happened. And I don't think daddy dearest would appreciate that." Annabelle smirked. Hope laughed lightly, easily maintaining her hold on her captive, and addressed Evonia,
"What's wrong with you people. Never learn any manners?" She snapped, her eyes dark and wide and fathomless, the dark veins appearing under her eyes. She jerked Annnabelle a little within her hold, only fracturing her neck, but proving she could snap it so very easily, "Did I not tell you to watch it?"
"Stop it." Kira spoke now, with her voice being serious towards the blonde haired girl. Riley softly rested a hand on Hope's shoulder, "Hope stop. They aren't worth it." Riley said darkly, glaring at the girl who called Wyatt a 'fuckboy'. She glanced codly at the other girls who stood beside her, trying to see if they would say anything. Annabelle fainted due to the pain. She was only human after all. Kira looked over at Anna, kneeling down near her, to check her pulse. She was alive. And that was a good thing. She let out a sigh of relief, looking up at Hope and Riley. Hope sighed lightly, and looked over at Kira, allowing her face to become human again,
"Kira. Words hurt, you know." She informed her, nodding in fake sincerity, and helped Annabelle to the floor, strolling away from her, crossing her arms over her chest, and turning to look into the woods, her back to them,
"Hmm. My guess is the damn moon." She said, to no-one in particular.
"I know. But there's no need to hurt more, you know?" Kira asked Hope. She was taking Anna's side, yes, but she wasn't the type to get into fights.
"But im sure Hope and Wyatt had a reason, but not her." Riley said, motioning towards the girl who was on the ground, "We just want to know what happened, i'm pretty sure you had some part in it." Riley told them, her eyes focused on the other two girls. Evonia kneeled by Annabelle and sighed "poor thing" she said sighing pushing hair from her face "we were helping Kira by getting rid of the moon then she came in and decided to choke people. If you want the moon I'll put it back. Its not really a big deal"
Hope sighed tiredly, glancing back at the mess she'd left,
"I was never going to kill her. Don't worry your little angelic heart." She called out to them, waving her hand dismissively, more focused on the forest, and listening for things, feeling things in the weather, the way the wind shifted. Riley scoffed, "I know Hope, she wouldn't choke someone for the hell of it." She started as she crossed her arms over her chest, "She was obviously provoked, so calm the hell down and stop putting the blame on the wrong person."
"She did it because she called someone a fuckboy" Evonia said "that's a shitty reason "
Hope raised an eyebrow, walking back over to them,
"I just incapacitated your little sidekick, and you're still running your mouth?" She asked, a little incredulous, rolling her eyes. She didn't care what they thought of her to be honest, it wasn't like she'd attacked them unprovoked. Hope just looked at Kira, trying to communicate that she got it. Evonia rolled her eyes, "please"
Hope smiled a little too pleasantly to be genuine, and crouched down to be level with Evonia,
"I could still burn you." She promised her, before returning to her standing position, stalking away to try and find Boone or Wyatt or someone who wouldn't tempt her to murder them. As an after thought, she made a vague gesture with her hand behind her, sending Evonia flying, hitting the ground hard. She smiled a little to herself, pridefully,
"Any harm comes to Riley and you're dead." She called as she walked away.