Kol Mikaelson kills for sport. (itchtokill) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2014-04-01 07:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | caroline forbes, kol mikaelson |
Kol & Caroline; Sibling bonding or something
Monday evening, March 31, 2014; Stables, Mikaelson property
TBD (but feels ahead?!); In progress
Kol was so tired. So very, very tired of feeling so many things.
Kol was so tired. So very, very tired of feeling so many things. There were very short-lived, fleeting moments when he would remember the way everything was so much easier when the switch had been flipped off. But thinking just a little deeper than that, he could also remember how empty it all was too. Because nothing mattered. You didn't just lose the bad parts, but the good parts too, and that was why playing with that switch was such a double-edged sword. He'd never do that again, given the chance. Could just as soon ask one of the magic users to bind it or lock it away somehow so it couldn't be used against him again. In fact, he may do that sometime, because it wasn't such a bad idea to at least look into.
However, bar that switch, Kol was just stuck feeling...everything. And after everything that had been brought back to the surface recently, he was just tired. But still, it wasn't over because Marcel was here and he'd been alive all this time and, fuck if that whole situation wasn't complicated as fuck all. And he was already leaving again. Okay, he wasn't really leaving. Kol was pretty sure the compound wasn't that far from the manor, but that wasn't even the point. They'd only just got him back.
But Kol understood it, he did. Marcel and Rebekah had a history, oh such a history, and given recent events back home for Marcel, and things that were so different here with Bekah...the pair of them in the same house was just awkward. Kol could feel it, if he were honest, the sheer tension that came with the two of them there, even if Bekah was really only there part of the time anyway. But he was just so over losing people and people leaving and having people taken away and--
Kol let out a frustrated groan as he made his way to the stables. This had become a place of solace to him. He supposed that's why the head doctors had introduced horses as a type of therapy. He sighed softly, petting the horse his brother had chosen for him. "You have it easy, you know?" he mumbled.