henmikaelson

[henmikaelson]

status: open to all location: the winter ball

" what on earth is in this thing ? " the tinge , the wince on his face as the liquid went down his throat , a disgruntled sigh as his face reflected that of someone's displeasure. he was not used to alcohol , and in fact , he was not sure he ever would be. he did not wish to appear out of place , and thus , had decided to go along with things and act the part.

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[henmikaelson]

" what do you expect ? do you not know the mikaelson's ? old fashioned is sort of their style. " henrik mused with a chuckle , not willing to admit his association just yet . he felt entirely different to his family , though , his time on earth was much varied to those who had lived a thousand years. " isn't old fashioned good from time to time ? besides , it's only night , you can be anyone you want to be. "

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“  this  ball  feels  very  old-fashioned  ,  ”  cora  remarks  to  the  person  next  to  them  .  they  help  themselves  to  a  flute  of  champagne  and  take  a  lengthy  sip  .  “  what’s  next  ?  beacon  hills  is  gonna  have  a  debutante  ball  in  the  spring  ?  ”  it’s  said  in  jest  .  it’s  a  lot  of  change  for  a  town  that  hardly  ever  changes  .  “  don’t  get  me  wrong  ,  it  looks  great  .  super  festive  .  if  the  markets  don’t  put  people  in  the  christmas  mood  ,  i’m  sure  this  will  .  ”

#c: cora hale

[henmikaelson]

#Beaconhillshqevent #Winter ball outfit

[henmikaelson]

he began to acknowledge the pain in her voice, brows knitting together as he analysed her from a distance. he sensed it was more than human type dilemmas, but did not wish to jump ahead. "why not?" he asked with a tilt of his head.

jessica couldn't help but smile, nodding eagerly at his words. "yeah, me and my folks always spend it together. carolling, decoratin' a tree..." she trailed off, a sudden thought alarming her. "though...i guess i won't be doing that this year."

#c: jessica hamby

[henmikaelson]

he could not begin to imagine how much their lives differed. she was living a normal existence, or so he thought from face value. he however, had missed so much. his siblings living things to the extreme whilst he endured many lifetimes of suffering. he felt life had been unfair to him, and continued to assume the worst would happen. he did not wish to be opportunistic, in case it was taken away from him. "i imagine she is a handful , in the best way." he nodded, smiling a little to himself. he had never considered having his own family, but in truth, it was a possibility now he was a witch again. "i think as long as you make it exciting, you could give her anything and she'd be excited."

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍. Don't get her wrong, the last few years were nice but she knew Hope wanted to get to know her family members. Hope was somewhere, bouncing between an uncle, aunt and father who kept her entertained while Hayley shopped... though she didn't seem to be with her father, no, he seemed to of found Stefan and Caroline. Hayley didn't worry, not too much anyway. "𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐬❟ 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞❜𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬." Which seemed like the most normal thing a child could want. Easy task, you'd think, but nothing yet seemed to pop out for Hope or presents for the other Mikaelsons whose traditions weren't nearly the same as what Hayley's were. "𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧❜𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝❟ 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?"

#c: hayley marshall

[henmikaelson]

her company is welcomed , peaceful almost , from the havoc of the previous day. he moved to sit beside her, basking in the community spirit that lingered around them. the christmas spirit remained focussed on family time, of which henrik was not keen on exploring. his previous trauma remained fragile, almost too soon to bare such opportunities. "i can imagine the alcohol is settling, and no , it's been some time since i experienced anything like this." he did not wish to give much away, in case the girl was not aware of supernatural beings. "what is your favourite part of this time of year?"

           "spend money, enjoy the winter lights, drink warm alcohol, and learn more about how germany celebrates christmas. that's what most christmas markets are based on."   and she's only saying what she knows,  what she's learned from spending a few years in new york,  in chicago.  she may have left mystic falls;  but at the very least,  she's gained so much  experience  and  cultural knowledge  from living in cities.  luna regrets leaving,  but honors what she learned.   "to enjoy yourself, the people you live around, and the community. have you never been to one before? you're in for a treat."  //  @henmikaelson.

#c: luna thornhill

[henmikaelson]

he does not know what to say, taken back by such a gesture. he had not expected such a welcome, perhaps he had feared what reality was in store for him. he expected abandonment, as his mother had convinced him so. he had learned to expect the worse, to avoid disappointment. his questioned spurred him to pause, breath hitching in his throat as he considered what to say. "an eternity of torture, both physically and emotionally. imagine what you feel when the sunlight hits your skin without a ring -- for each and every death you and our siblings caused , with no regard for anyone but yourselves." perhaps the darker side was coming out, but henrik was angry , and rightly so.

lips pressed together, eyes locking with his brother and remaining silent for a moment. despite his lack of aging, such trauma had aged him, it was easy to see. the eyes of an elder, was what henrik would describe klaus. "what do you wish to know? despite my return to this reality empty handed, i don't need hand outs."

his heart aches in the way it always has for his little brother, only now more painfully than ever before. he's here again, yes, but at what cost ? he isn't whole. he's tormented. at the hands of their family. " you were punished for what we did, " klaus surmises, each word more bitter than the next. emotion pools behind his tone, fury clutching a familiar grasp around his chest and squeezing. " how ? what did she do to you ? "

of course he wouldn't invite henrik anywhere hope resides — no, he'll invite him to a place of klaus' own, a little compelled getaway where a thousand year old hybrid with severe trust issues can risk only his own safety. " it's you, henrik. " yet his time-traveling daughter's recent words come rushing back to him, loud and clear: be more selfish. " i'm willing to extend just a bit of good faith ... provided you can clarify some things for me. "

#c: klaus mikaelson

[henmikaelson]

her apparent joy at such festivities brought a smile to his face, he was happy to see someone enjoying such things. "you like this time of year, i assume? it appears to bring you joy just speaking of it." he smiled, enjoying her clear optimism.

"well...y'now, to celebrate christmas. try some new foods, find some little things to buy as presents for your family and friends. it's just kind of a heart-warming thing to do for your loved ones." she couldn't help but smile as she spoke. she loved christmas.

#c: jessica hamby

[henmikaelson]

" why does it sound like you took that out of a book?" he spoke with a raised brow, a smirk apparent on his face. he could tell, like himself, the other did not exactly enjoy such festivities.

❝ they are essentially amusement parks for the winter holidays , bringing the spirit of the season to life in the form of seasonal treats , goods , and attractions . ❞ Death simply commented as they ate the caramelized popcorn .

#c: death

[henmikaelson]

he felt out of his depth, exhausted by such contemplation. in truth, such developments in humanity had him lost, knowing he had a lot to catch up on since his last attempts at life. "i see , and i assume you resonate with the last? you have a daughter?" he knew who she was, of course, but did not wish to jump straight into formalities just yet.

𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 of Beacon Hills and almost reminded her of New Orleans in a way. She was looking for gifts for Hope and the rest of the Mikaelsons when she heard a voice ask a question. Hayley turned to look at him, catching a familiar feeling when doing so, unsure of why. "𝐈𝐭❜𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬❟ 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲."

#c: hayley marshall

[henmikaelson]

he could not begin to explain the heartache , the trauma , that he had been through. it was incomprehensible, even after a thousand years, he was further yet from fully understanding why he deserved it. his mother believed it was for his siblings wrong doings, for if they would not suffer, then he would. such words did not freely flow, not yet -- it would take time for him to gain such trust.

swallowing hard, henrik's gaze met with his brothers , lost for a moment, blank expression met with his pained eyes. "i -- i don't know what to say , an eternity of hell at the hands of this family , i cannot begin to explain it." he paused, lips pressing together into a thin line before exhaling swiftly. "our mother believed if you and our siblings did not pa for destruction, then it was me who had to deal with it." he did not divulge further, avoiding his brothers gaze.

the proposition was a caring one, but henrik did not quite know how to take it. "is that wise?" he questioned, moving to stand closer to his brother. a long time had passed, with irreversible damage. how could he pretend to be a happy family? "you do not even know me , and yet you welcome me so willingly."

she left me to suffer. no. no, not henrik, not even while he was dead. it's a fate too cruel, too much for a boy who deserved none of it. for the mikaelson born most without sin. " every ounce of pain, " repeats slowly, forces himself to ask, " tell me what you mean by that. you were in pain ? "

clenches his jaw, both at the mere mention of their mother as well as her message passed down through the youngest son she'd failed so completely. " yes, well. i'm sure you are the best surprise waiting for me, there's no doubt about that. her little well wishes won't intimidate me. " pauses, searches henrik's face, says with as much gentleness as he can manage, " come with me. to my home. "

#c: klaus mikaelson

[henmikaelson]

𝐈 . . . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

name . . . henrik mikaelson age . . . 18/1000+ sexuality . . . pansexual date of birth . . . 12th may place of birth . . . mystic falls species . . . warlock gender . . . cis male pronouns . . . he/him current location . . . . Beacon Hills languages . . . . english.

𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

bad habits . . . easily led, fearful, quick-to-act without thought. hobbies . . . reading, magical practises, poetry. fears . . . Abandonment.

𝐈𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 !

faceclaim . . . felix mallard height . . . 6"0 hair colour . . . brown eye colour . . . green scars . . . Back, stomach and head

𝐈𝐕 . . . 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

parents names . . . mikael and ester mikaelson siblings names . . .niklaus, elijah, rebekah, kol, freya and finn. pets . . . A german shepherd named ghost residence . . . self contained apartment.

𝐕 . . . 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !

his bio can be found here

As for my own edits , Henrik died at age 18, to make it appropriate for this roleplay. He died at the hands a wolf, and died in his families arms. This was over 1000 years ago. He was taken to the other side, and as he has warlock blood, he watched his family from a far. He had been moved from other supernatural kind to watch his siblings, and for every wrong doing they made, he would pay for it. Any deaths they caused, he felt them, causing a lot of irreversible psychological trauma for him.

He has been brought back to 'put an end' to his siblings, and he resents them for what he has had to go through at their hands.

[henmikaelson]

"what exactly is the purpose of a christmas market?" he had not seen anything such as this , it was unlike his wildest imagination. he had not lived long enough to become consumed in modern day festivities, but he was in truth , amazed by what it had to offer. a small smile slips to his lips, eyes gleaming in the glistening lights.

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[henmikaelson]

in this moment, he feels afraid. he is consumed by many feelings, anger being the focus point. pent up rage that has never had the chance to surface. instead, he is often consumed by wondering why. for a millennium, he has wondered why he had been the one left behind. his family lived on, causing pain and anguish, whilst he suffered from afar. he wanted to blame them, and yet he felt a tinge of uncertainty, regret , and even happiness to be home.

"i wish it was that simple , that i was given a second chance but it is a harsher tale than that." swallowing hard, henrik shakes his head with a dismissive sigh. "even mother cannot protect us , in fact , she did a shoddy attempt at doing so - even second , every ounce of pain --" he stopped , exhaling sharply. "you cannot trust a word that comes from mother , she left me to suffer , with no ounce of regret, with my return, god only knows why -- though she did tell me to say that i will not be the only surprise for you." he did not know what it meant, but he did not wish to find out.

it can't be him. it's an impossibility not worth thinking into existence. this particular mikaelson, of them all, cannot be here. just looking at his face again has klaus reeling, transports him back into a time much simpler, when they'd make each other laugh with their reckless antics, when they'd lean upon one another when mikael was at his worst — then to a different time, just after that, and the crippling loss, henrik's mangled form ...

inhales sharply. refuses to acknowledge the tremor in his hands, forces himself a step closer before he thinks better of it, yet doesn't advance any further beyond that. " a thousand years of ... , " he tries, but it doesn't come out the way he wants; voice not haughty or demanding answers, but quiet and uncertain, so unlike himself. " what is this ? how did you get here, henrik ? "

his craving to ask so much more — are you hurt ? do you hate me ? will you forgive me ? — rests paralyzed at the back of his throat.

#c: klaus mikaelson

[henmikaelson]

his mind was overtaken, thus, his enjoyment of the meteors were short lived. he had taken his escape, venturing into the empty street square, perching himself upon a bench, secluding himself and his thoughts. he was overwhelmed, knowing his return had impacted him more than he first realised. he had not become accustomed to the idea of living, having spent a millennium in his own version of hell. he had assumed too much, to be able to mix into society again. it would take time for the trauma to be undone, if ever it would. he was succumb to his own version of hell, here in the land of the living.

as his eyes met with a familiar face, he felt himself stop breathing, just for a moment. his eyes scan his brothers expression, waiting for the inevitable anger, the questioning, the fear. why would he be back without a motive? this was something he assumed his brother would believe. for every wrong doing, henrik had seen it, and endured hell as consequence. he knew the kind of person he became, and he was fearful of it.

"it's me." he spoke lowly, almost inaudibly. he did not know what to say, and thus had avoided him for this long. "after a thousand years of being dead, so much has changed."

the evening was, of course, eventful; meteors gliding through the night sky, bright trails of fire in their wake, happens rarely enough to entertain even a creature centuries upon centuries old. and as the sun begins to rise, the last of the crowds dispersing, klaus can't help but feel as if something is ... amiss. the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he strides alone. calculating gaze flicks back and forth as he exits the town square — and there, standing statue still, staring back at him, is henrik.

everything stops.

klaus goes still. the impossibility doesn't move, features contorted into something frightened, familiar, accusing. " what trick is this ? " whispered beneath his breath. he wants to shout at it, he wants to demand answers, assert himself like the king he is — but here, this once, he falters. how can a monster be monstrous in front of this particular apparition ? he cannot. jaw clenched, unable to flee nor venture any closer, he can only murmur, " is it you, henrik ? "

@henmikaelson !

#c: klaus mikaelson

[henmikaelson]

modern life, something that was taking a lot of getting used to. he was overwhelmed, sometimes overly due to his unawareness, what was to come, was often a frightening concept. he was processing a lot, his families awareness of his re-appearance meant he was always watching his back. he assumed that his return would be short lived, but he would do what he could to ensure it lasted. "i see , i find this all a little -- bizarre?" he tilted his head, a small smile raising to his lips. "i'm henrik." he held out his hand, a weak smile reflected on his lips. "i'm kinda new here, making life a little , unsettled , y'know?" he gnawed gently on his bottom lip.

faye's eyes sparkled with mischief as the stranger questioned her playful remark. she arched a brow, her tone carrying a hint of amusement. "oh, you'd be surprised," she replied, her voice a low, suggestive purr. "some people find a little nibble here and there quite thrilling. it's all about personal taste, really." faye shot him a sly smile, her dark eyes lingering on his face for a moment before she turned her attention back to the lake, dipping her fingertips beneath the calm surface. "i'm faye," she spoke softly, allowing the stranger to know her name. though, she wasn't quite ready to grant him her story just yet.

#c: faye chamberlain

[henmikaelson]

he assumed as much , they were all in the dark , leaving henrik to contemplate the 'why'. someone had anterior motives, and he was afraid about what those may be. " i suppose that's something, but i cannot help but get a feeling that something awful is about to happen. "

"honestly? i have no idea." the blonde admitted, nose scrunching at the thought. "but from what i can tell the best way to get through it is by having a strong drink and a decent distraction."

#c: lexi branson