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[#128] Am I Past Repair? (Legacies)
Theme Prompt: #128 - Gardening
Title: Am I Past Repair?
Fandom: Legacies (TVDverse)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 | SPOILERS for S4, but AU
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 910
Summary: Hope tries to return to the Salvatore School after turning her emotions back on.
Coming back to school is hard.
Not that she didn’t think it would be. Everything has been hard lately. “Hard” is the baseline of Hope’s existence, an old familiar friend who sneaks up on her when she least expects it to remind her of everything she’s lost. Aunt Freya says that she will not move on until she faces the thing that scares her most—that she can’t keep hiding in New Orleans, hoping that the harm she’s done will fade away. She has to make amends, if not for the people involved, then for herself.
If she wants to prove she’s trying to be better than her family, she has actually to behave that way.
She knows that there are some people that may never forgive her. Josie and Lizzie being the big ones. But she has to try.
Still, she stands at the archway of the driveway, staring up at the school that used to be her home, and feeling the deep pain that she’s spent the last few months trying to hide from. She knows what she has to do. Hope has to walk up to the front door, swallow her pride, and take whatever just desserts the school intends to dish out.
She doesn’t do that.
Her feet divert from the paved driveway to the opposite side of the school. Her path is slow but determined, keeping her eyes dead ahead and heading to the place where she stood the best chance of being alone. Classes are still in session, so the greenhouse should probably be empty.
Crocuses and daffodils line the boxes as she just enters the door, follows by a wide range of flowers and herbs spread out over wooden boxes throughout the glass enclosure. The building itself is practically swimming with magic, as growing flowers is one of the first things that they teach a young witch. It’s not the magic Hope has been doing lately, but part of her wants to find out if she still can.
“Hello, Hope.”
She spins on her heels, surprised to find Emma Tig standing behind her. “Ms. Tig! I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone was here.”
“I sensed you when you got to campus,” Emma replies, offering her a small smile. “I wanted to see how you were doing.”
Hope takes a deep breath before nodding. “Honestly? Not great.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Do I ever?” It’s a deflection and Emma knows it. She’s seen Hope deflect many times before. There’s a small beat of silence as Emma waits for her to wrap her mind around the words she wants to say but in the end, all she can think is: “Do you think I’ve gone too far for me to come back from?”
“I can’t answer that for you.” Emma moves towards one of the empty boxes, still just plain dirt, and starts flipping through the available seed packets. “Because it’s going to vary, depending on who you ask. There are some people that may never forgive you. There are some that may forgive you, but don’t want to be your friend anymore.”
Hope nods, because that seems fair. Emma passes her a packet for lilies, and Hope takes them, ripping open the packet to sprinkle them over the dirt. “If the students don’t think I should be here, I don’t have to stay. I just… Aunt Freya said that facing the people I’ve hurt is the right thing to do. I’m not expecting it to go well, but—”
“You wanted to see if there’s a chance that all is not lost.”
Emma rests her hand in the dirt, before extending one to Hope, indicating for her to do the same. Hope closes her eyes, takes a breath, and chants a spell that is as second nature as breathing. The way magic flows through her is different now. It feels a bit more forced, like her combined hybrid nature wants to resist the urge to use it. But she can also feel the flow of energy reach up to her through the dirt, the promise of new beginnings that comes with spring, and when she opens her eyes again, the beautiful white flowers stare back at her.
Part of her wants to cry, almost as though being able to do natural magic is a sign that maybe she isn’t as far gone as she thought. That maybe the push-pull of her nature can resolve somehow, if she took time to understand it.
“No one is perfect, Hope.” Emma reaches forward and places her hands on the young girl’s shoulder. “No one grieves in the right way, especially someone who has lost so much before. It doesn’t excuse the things you’ve done, but if you’re willing to put in the work, then I think things will get better.”
Hope nods, the tears slipping through, and Emma curls her arms around her, wrapping her in a tight hug. A hug she probably doesn’t deserve, but one that she’ll take all the same. Emma is the one who told her that kindness isn’t about what she deserves.
“I’m so sorry.”
“I know, sweetheart.” Emma rubs her back as they soak in the silence. “And I think given enough time, the rest will see it too.”
Not all of them, Hope knows this already. But she’s here, and she’s ready to put in the work. It’s probably time to go see how much work that will be.
Title: Am I Past Repair?
Fandom: Legacies (TVDverse)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 | SPOILERS for S4, but AU
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 910
Summary: Hope tries to return to the Salvatore School after turning her emotions back on.
Coming back to school is hard.
Not that she didn’t think it would be. Everything has been hard lately. “Hard” is the baseline of Hope’s existence, an old familiar friend who sneaks up on her when she least expects it to remind her of everything she’s lost. Aunt Freya says that she will not move on until she faces the thing that scares her most—that she can’t keep hiding in New Orleans, hoping that the harm she’s done will fade away. She has to make amends, if not for the people involved, then for herself.
If she wants to prove she’s trying to be better than her family, she has actually to behave that way.
She knows that there are some people that may never forgive her. Josie and Lizzie being the big ones. But she has to try.
Still, she stands at the archway of the driveway, staring up at the school that used to be her home, and feeling the deep pain that she’s spent the last few months trying to hide from. She knows what she has to do. Hope has to walk up to the front door, swallow her pride, and take whatever just desserts the school intends to dish out.
She doesn’t do that.
Her feet divert from the paved driveway to the opposite side of the school. Her path is slow but determined, keeping her eyes dead ahead and heading to the place where she stood the best chance of being alone. Classes are still in session, so the greenhouse should probably be empty.
Crocuses and daffodils line the boxes as she just enters the door, follows by a wide range of flowers and herbs spread out over wooden boxes throughout the glass enclosure. The building itself is practically swimming with magic, as growing flowers is one of the first things that they teach a young witch. It’s not the magic Hope has been doing lately, but part of her wants to find out if she still can.
“Hello, Hope.”
She spins on her heels, surprised to find Emma Tig standing behind her. “Ms. Tig! I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone was here.”
“I sensed you when you got to campus,” Emma replies, offering her a small smile. “I wanted to see how you were doing.”
Hope takes a deep breath before nodding. “Honestly? Not great.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“Do I ever?” It’s a deflection and Emma knows it. She’s seen Hope deflect many times before. There’s a small beat of silence as Emma waits for her to wrap her mind around the words she wants to say but in the end, all she can think is: “Do you think I’ve gone too far for me to come back from?”
“I can’t answer that for you.” Emma moves towards one of the empty boxes, still just plain dirt, and starts flipping through the available seed packets. “Because it’s going to vary, depending on who you ask. There are some people that may never forgive you. There are some that may forgive you, but don’t want to be your friend anymore.”
Hope nods, because that seems fair. Emma passes her a packet for lilies, and Hope takes them, ripping open the packet to sprinkle them over the dirt. “If the students don’t think I should be here, I don’t have to stay. I just… Aunt Freya said that facing the people I’ve hurt is the right thing to do. I’m not expecting it to go well, but—”
“You wanted to see if there’s a chance that all is not lost.”
Emma rests her hand in the dirt, before extending one to Hope, indicating for her to do the same. Hope closes her eyes, takes a breath, and chants a spell that is as second nature as breathing. The way magic flows through her is different now. It feels a bit more forced, like her combined hybrid nature wants to resist the urge to use it. But she can also feel the flow of energy reach up to her through the dirt, the promise of new beginnings that comes with spring, and when she opens her eyes again, the beautiful white flowers stare back at her.
Part of her wants to cry, almost as though being able to do natural magic is a sign that maybe she isn’t as far gone as she thought. That maybe the push-pull of her nature can resolve somehow, if she took time to understand it.
“No one is perfect, Hope.” Emma reaches forward and places her hands on the young girl’s shoulder. “No one grieves in the right way, especially someone who has lost so much before. It doesn’t excuse the things you’ve done, but if you’re willing to put in the work, then I think things will get better.”
Hope nods, the tears slipping through, and Emma curls her arms around her, wrapping her in a tight hug. A hug she probably doesn’t deserve, but one that she’ll take all the same. Emma is the one who told her that kindness isn’t about what she deserves.
“I’m so sorry.”
“I know, sweetheart.” Emma rubs her back as they soak in the silence. “And I think given enough time, the rest will see it too.”
Not all of them, Hope knows this already. But she’s here, and she’s ready to put in the work. It’s probably time to go see how much work that will be.