[He lets his eyes scan over the faces, and his family aren't the only ones who they lost that night who are there now. It almost feels too much, but he squares his shoulders and reaches for Hope's hand as he continues to move forward.
He doesn't think he can fake a smile, or pretend that he's in the moment, but he can push through. And Hope can keep him grounded to the reality he needs to return to.]
Thanks.
[And with that, he steps forward into the room full of people.]
( Hope stays close. His mother, Frida, of Irish and Spanish decent spots them from the corner, politely excuses herself, and approaches her son (and who she thinks is her daughter). Frida takes in the sight, her two grown children looking fabulous.
"What did I tell you about the dress, but why on Earth did you pair it with that jacket," Frida says to her daughter, proud she was right in her choice. Hope just smiles, looking down at herself, as Frida faces Danny proper. She doesn't really know what to say to not her mother, so she doesn't.
"Mijo," she says to him. "Your father and I are so proud of you." His choice of outfit is fine, but today is not about fashion (if you're Danny) - even though life is always about fashion and zest. "We always, always knew you'd both do great things."
She comes around them, putting arms around their shoulders warmly, bringing them further into the party. "Now. Mingle, mingle. All your distant relatives are here, a few girls also coming of age, Danny," she said, squeezing him close. "And they're all here for you. For both of you.")
But, it's still -- Danny's birthday, right?
("Bridget, both things can be true. It is your brother's birthday and it is also the day you both take your birthright for yourselves. We talked about this. We do not steal thunder in this family, we shine together. And if we strike someone down in the process, well, we never strike twice, now do we?" she jokes.
Her warmth shines through, reminding her kids that they are a formidable family, and maybe there is more than meets the eye to this day. )
[He's missed his mom so much. The nudges, the sass, it's all just as it should be and it hurts that when this is all over, she's going to be gone again. But he will make a face at the comment about the girls.]
I don't need a girlfriend, Mum.
[He's got one, and she's great. Unfortunately Frida will never meet her.]
("Or boyfriend. Or, anyone with personhood. Whomever. You think I need your father? I don't. But I love your father. And I only hope you will find someone you love as much as your father challenges and drives me." The both of you, she indicates, as she lets go.
She stays for an extra minute, trying to compose herself, a tear creeping along the corner of her eye. She seems to shake it off.
"I'm going to find your father."
She kisses each kid on their cheek and with a flourish disappears back into the crowd. )
[Danny sighs as he watches her go, before glancing around the rest of the room. He's not really feeling in the party mood, and the look he gives Hope says as much.]
( Almost as if he has willed it to, the rest of the night is a blur in the form of a handshaking montage or small talk and grisly reminders that, not only are his parents gone, but some of his relatives, too. And if they aren't gone, they are in hiding, or perhaps they don't trust he will do what's needed for the coven. Eliza has done what she could, sending Danny to allies in New York, but dissenters like Della still exist with Della herself dressed extravagantly and praising the Brightons' legacy.
But for all the polite discourse, something nags at Danny's scalp. He can definitely roll a few sense motives as the interactions blow by. )
( This isn't Hope's experience, as she's stated, so her (2) gleans nothing, her (8) brings suspicion, but a (12) hits weird from a distant cousin, who she assumes shouldn't feel this emotional about a birthday, or the passing of the torch.
She excuses herself, to go to the ladies room.
While she's gone, Danny hits on something major. Della, on the surface, wishes him a happy birthday and speaks of the old ways and the greatness their coven strives for. But, underneath that "charm" and "reverence," is a woman that believes his parents and his sister have this coming. She doesn't trust Danny and she altogether dismisses his sister as irrelevant.
Coupled with his 4 and 5, people are just acting weird. Like, it's a celebration and not a celebration. Is it him?
In the bathroom, Hope finishes up, ripping off a piece of toilet paper when two girls leave their stalls but their dialogue is muffled by the air dryer. When she flushes and leaves the stall, they go silent, eye her weirdly, politely say hello and make a comment about her jacket.
What is it about this jacket? She slips it off and looks at it, thinking she catches something in the mirror, a sickly green something, but when she turns, she misses it.
After washing her hands, she rejoins Danny, holding the jacket. )
Danny, I'm starting to think this is about more than just your birthday.
( Hope, turns to get a look at the other faces, who just feel like they're conspiring or whispering. But, Danny can see something on Hope's his sister's back. It's a winding, black scar, almost like tree branches with a faded lime green outline running along side. It does not look good.
And before he can say anything, his mother is back by their side.
"We don't need to remind everyone," she says, stepping close, smiling at the others. "Jacket back on?")
[Because this is not his mother, and these are not his people, no matter what happened. Frieda wouldn't just cover something like that up for the sake of appearances. He catches Hope's arm before she can pull the jacket back on, trying to get a better look (17) and what he sees he doesn't like.
He knows it's some kind of curse, but he's not sure he's strong enough to break it on his own. He reaches out to catch Frieda before she can pull away.]
("Danny," Frieda says, trying to calm him down with just one word. "Now is not the time," she adds, a stone-smile in someone's direction. That (17) catches site of something edging out from the neck of his mother's dress. The same color. )
[Danny tries to keep his composure, but he's honestly had enough. He didn't ask for any of this. He didn't ask to be tortured like this, and he's done pretending everything is okay.
He's not interested in playing anymore games.]
No, enough! What is this? Because I know it's sure not real. And I'm not going to just keep running in circles waiting for the solve to pop out of thin air. Because this? Isn't Bridget. This is my friend. So whatever curse you put on them needs to stop. She didn't ask to play pretend. She doesn't deserve the consequences.
[Is he just yelling into the ether? Maybe. But Hope is just trying to help him, and he's not going to let her suffer. He's more than willing to throw himself on the coals.]
If you want to curse someone, curse me. I'm the only Brighton left to choose from.
( It's not real, that for much is sure. The room goes silent, Danny's outburst drowning out the music, the revelry, and everything freezes. Hope freezes, his mother's aghast, confused expression falls and then flattens.
"You couldn't just follow the mystery as it unravels. You always skipped to the end of the book." It sounds like his mother, but it isn't his mother, not the other guests either, who don't move. Hope stands, frozen, as confused by his outburst as everyone else. "Why must you fight everything? Even believing in yourself. For some it comes naturally, for you, you -- cock up a spell meant for you.")
This isn't a book. This is my life, and maybe I would have been more willing to play along if it was just me, but you could be potentially hurting my friend and I won't have that.
[His life. His choices to fuck up or succeed at as he does. His choices to make, period. But Hope shouldn't be collateral damage to that, even if being a tribrid means the spell might not have worked as it was supposed to.
But his hands flop to the side at the last part.]
Yeah. I did screw it up.
[He doesn't mention the wraith, because the wraith doesn't seem important. He should have anticipated it.]
I can't promise that I'm not going to keep second guessing myself, because I'm fucking eighteen. Fuck if I know who I am yet. But if I don't do this now then you go to Colony. So I'll learn. I'll do better. I can't promise I'll be perfect, but ... I'll be better than them.
( Hysterics and dramatics rattle off like verbal fireworks as the personification of Danny's legacy lets him unravel. Forget the story. )
And I thought Della was dramatic. First, Hope Mikaelson will live. You're right about one thing, this isn't real. She could do well with an improv class or two, but other than that, her destiny is not intertwined with yours.
Second, go to Colony? Why you have it in your mind that everything we are, everything you are is as simple as, Sierra's, or the Colony's, or yours. Well, you're right about one more. We? All of this. Not her. But, this. It is yours. And magic is imperfection. It is not precise. Perhaps, it's that pressure you're putting on yourself that made a muck of all of this in the first place. That, and your well-meaning motley crew. And the magic a Tribrid carries. The investment Sierra Harper made. As shaky as you were, that top off didn't help things. Did she say she was helping?
[He deflates some but at the same time ... he's a heavily traumatized teenager. He's designed to be dramatic. But at the same time, he hasn't really allowed himself to just unload about this, so in some ways, oddly enough, he feels better? But also a little sheepish.
One hand comes up to rub the back of his neck.]
I think her definition of helping isn't really the same as other people's.
[He glances back at Hope, before turning back to Frieda.]
But, your friends are only as good as your conviction. This, this is what we need. Nobody knows what they're doing. Nobody, Danny. But, try. You have to try. And feel. Magic may be messy but it is messier if you hold everything in. Why it has to be, going back or staying or taking us or not, when, really, we are with you all along. It isn't anyone else's. We. Are yours.
[His head falls a bit, because it's never really felt like his, just big shoes he's not sure he's ready to fill. But he swallows hard and squares his shoulders, trying to do better at accepting it rather than fighting it.]
They're in you, too. And they're not going anywhere. Remember where you come from and, remember, you don't need to know where you're going.
( "Frieda" comes forward, holding her arms out. Once he embraces her, everything goes white and everyone is back on the roof, including Hope, Lizzie, Josie cross-legged but back from her astral projection, Bonnie, and Isaac - the sheep.
"I will be sure to work on our new relationship" Elijah says, frustration increasing. "But, in the meantime, put Hope on the phone or the next call I make will be to her father, or Josie to her mother, or father, SHE can choose.")
[Danny wraps his arms around her and holds on tight, letting the wall of white wash over him until everything fades away and they're back on the roof again. Josie shoots up into a sitting position, and turns, blinking as everything seems to be back to normal ... except for Isaac.
He's still a sheep. He hates everything.
But before anyone can say anything Alice is stepping forward, pressing a phone into Hope's hand.]
Be sure that you do. Oh, look. Here's Hope. Nice meeting you, Elijah.
[Alice flashes her an apologetic look before stepping back to let Hope handle her uncle.]
"Danny," Bonnie, says, throwing her arms around him. Getting her fill, she looks around them noticing they are -1 werewolf but +1 sheep. She... doesn't want to ask.
[Danny takes the hug gratefully, not really sure what else to say at the moment, but lets his attention be drawn to the sheep in question while Josie cheerfully perks up from her seated position on the roof.]
Oh, that's Isaac. I guess whatever was done to him isn't going to just wear off right away.
[Isaac the sheep finds this very unfair and lets out a frustrated bleat to say as much.]
( Give her a second to adjust to that, as Hope finishes her call with her uncle.
"Elijah's not coming. I think he barely bought what I said, but apparently, Alice really drove it home. You're lucky neither of my parents cares I drink," Hope says. )
We Earps are very skilled at bullshit. You're welcome.
[But after making sure that, aside from the sheep, everyone is all in one piece, Danny takes Bonnie's arm gently, pulling her back to the side as he reaches into his pocket.
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He doesn't think he can fake a smile, or pretend that he's in the moment, but he can push through. And Hope can keep him grounded to the reality he needs to return to.]
Thanks.
[And with that, he steps forward into the room full of people.]
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"What did I tell you about the dress, but why on Earth did you pair it with that jacket," Frida says to her daughter, proud she was right in her choice. Hope just smiles, looking down at herself, as Frida faces Danny proper. She doesn't really know what to say to not her mother, so she doesn't.
"Mijo," she says to him. "Your father and I are so proud of you." His choice of outfit is fine, but today is not about fashion (if you're Danny) - even though life is always about fashion and zest. "We always, always knew you'd both do great things."
She comes around them, putting arms around their shoulders warmly, bringing them further into the party. "Now. Mingle, mingle. All your distant relatives are here, a few girls also coming of age, Danny," she said, squeezing him close. "And they're all here for you. For both of you." )
But, it's still -- Danny's birthday, right?
( "Bridget, both things can be true. It is your brother's birthday and it is also the day you both take your birthright for yourselves. We talked about this. We do not steal thunder in this family, we shine together. And if we strike someone down in the process, well, we never strike twice, now do we?" she jokes.
Her warmth shines through, reminding her kids that they are a formidable family, and maybe there is more than meets the eye to this day. )
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I don't need a girlfriend, Mum.
[He's got one, and she's great. Unfortunately Frida will never meet her.]
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She stays for an extra minute, trying to compose herself, a tear creeping along the corner of her eye. She seems to shake it off.
"I'm going to find your father."
She kisses each kid on their cheek and with a flourish disappears back into the crowd. )
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Think we can skip ahead somehow?
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But for all the polite discourse, something nags at Danny's scalp. He can definitely roll a few sense motives as the interactions blow by. )
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But when it comes to someone like Della on the other hand? There his hackles are definitely high (19).]
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She excuses herself, to go to the ladies room.
While she's gone, Danny hits on something major. Della, on the surface, wishes him a happy birthday and speaks of the old ways and the greatness their coven strives for. But, underneath that "charm" and "reverence," is a woman that believes his parents and his sister have this coming. She doesn't trust Danny and she altogether dismisses his sister as irrelevant.
Coupled with his 4 and 5, people are just acting weird. Like, it's a celebration and not a celebration. Is it him?
In the bathroom, Hope finishes up, ripping off a piece of toilet paper when two girls leave their stalls but their dialogue is muffled by the air dryer. When she flushes and leaves the stall, they go silent, eye her weirdly, politely say hello and make a comment about her jacket.
What is it about this jacket? She slips it off and looks at it, thinking she catches something in the mirror, a sickly green something, but when she turns, she misses it.
After washing her hands, she rejoins Danny, holding the jacket. )
Danny, I'm starting to think this is about more than just your birthday.
( Hope, turns to get a look at the other faces, who just feel like they're conspiring or whispering. But, Danny can see something on
Hope'shis sister's back. It's a winding, black scar, almost like tree branches with a faded lime green outline running along side. It does not look good.And before he can say anything, his mother is back by their side.
"We don't need to remind everyone," she says, stepping close, smiling at the others. "Jacket back on?" )
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[Because this is not his mother, and these are not his people, no matter what happened. Frieda wouldn't just cover something like that up for the sake of appearances. He catches Hope's arm before she can pull the jacket back on, trying to get a better look (17) and what he sees he doesn't like.
He knows it's some kind of curse, but he's not sure he's strong enough to break it on his own. He reaches out to catch Frieda before she can pull away.]
What is this?
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( "Danny," Frieda says, trying to calm him down with just one word. "Now is not the time," she adds, a stone-smile in someone's direction. That (17) catches site of something edging out from the neck of his mother's dress. The same color. )
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He's not interested in playing anymore games.]
No, enough! What is this? Because I know it's sure not real. And I'm not going to just keep running in circles waiting for the solve to pop out of thin air. Because this? Isn't Bridget. This is my friend. So whatever curse you put on them needs to stop. She didn't ask to play pretend. She doesn't deserve the consequences.
[Is he just yelling into the ether? Maybe. But Hope is just trying to help him, and he's not going to let her suffer. He's more than willing to throw himself on the coals.]
If you want to curse someone, curse me. I'm the only Brighton left to choose from.
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"You couldn't just follow the mystery as it unravels. You always skipped to the end of the book." It sounds like his mother, but it isn't his mother, not the other guests either, who don't move. Hope stands, frozen, as confused by his outburst as everyone else. "Why must you fight everything? Even believing in yourself. For some it comes naturally, for you, you -- cock up a spell meant for you." )
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[His life. His choices to fuck up or succeed at as he does. His choices to make, period. But Hope shouldn't be collateral damage to that, even if being a tribrid means the spell might not have worked as it was supposed to.
But his hands flop to the side at the last part.]
Yeah. I did screw it up.
[He doesn't mention the wraith, because the wraith doesn't seem important. He should have anticipated it.]
I can't promise that I'm not going to keep second guessing myself, because I'm fucking eighteen. Fuck if I know who I am yet. But if I don't do this now then you go to Colony. So I'll learn. I'll do better. I can't promise I'll be perfect, but ... I'll be better than them.
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And I thought Della was dramatic. First, Hope Mikaelson will live. You're right about one thing, this isn't real. She could do well with an improv class or two, but other than that, her destiny is not intertwined with yours.
Second, go to Colony? Why you have it in your mind that everything we are, everything you are is as simple as, Sierra's, or the Colony's, or yours. Well, you're right about one more. We? All of this. Not her. But, this. It is yours. And magic is imperfection. It is not precise. Perhaps, it's that pressure you're putting on yourself that made a muck of all of this in the first place. That, and your well-meaning motley crew. And the magic a Tribrid carries. The investment Sierra Harper made. As shaky as you were, that top off didn't help things. Did she say she was helping?
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One hand comes up to rub the back of his neck.]
I think her definition of helping isn't really the same as other people's.
[He glances back at Hope, before turning back to Frieda.]
My friends were actually trying to help though.
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( Her sympathy sets in. )
But, your friends are only as good as your conviction. This, this is what we need. Nobody knows what they're doing. Nobody, Danny. But, try. You have to try. And feel. Magic may be messy but it is messier if you hold everything in. Why it has to be, going back or staying or taking us or not, when, really, we are with you all along. It isn't anyone else's. We. Are yours.
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Okay. Okay, I'll try and remember that.
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( You said it yourself, you don't know yourself. You're still learning and growing. )
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I miss you so much.
[He knows she's not real, but he needs to say it. At least once.]
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( "Frieda" comes forward, holding her arms out. Once he embraces her, everything goes white and everyone is back on the roof, including Hope, Lizzie, Josie cross-legged but back from her astral projection, Bonnie, and Isaac - the sheep.
"I will be sure to work on our new relationship" Elijah says, frustration increasing. "But, in the meantime, put Hope on the phone or the next call I make will be to her father, or Josie to her mother, or father, SHE can choose." )
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He's still a sheep. He hates everything.
But before anyone can say anything Alice is stepping forward, pressing a phone into Hope's hand.]
Be sure that you do. Oh, look. Here's Hope. Nice meeting you, Elijah.
[Alice flashes her an apologetic look before stepping back to let Hope handle her uncle.]
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"Danny," Bonnie, says, throwing her arms around him. Getting her fill, she looks around them noticing they are -1 werewolf but +1 sheep. She... doesn't want to ask.
"Lizzie, why is there a sheep with you?" )
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Oh, that's Isaac. I guess whatever was done to him isn't going to just wear off right away.
[Isaac the sheep finds this very unfair and lets out a frustrated bleat to say as much.]
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( Give her a second to adjust to that, as Hope finishes her call with her uncle.
"Elijah's not coming. I think he barely bought what I said, but apparently, Alice really drove it home. You're lucky neither of my parents cares I drink," Hope says. )
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[But after making sure that, aside from the sheep, everyone is all in one piece, Danny takes Bonnie's arm gently, pulling her back to the side as he reaches into his pocket.
"There's something I forgot to give you."]
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