Hope’s eyes scare across Josie’s form. A moment of warmth that she always feels and dampens down at her close friend that pulls a smile at her face before she settles on the exhaustion and the way with which the woman seems and feels haunted by exhaustion. “Long night? I’d give you some coffee-
Hope Mikaelson
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loud yawn. she's been up pouring over a griimorie for far too long.
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