Kol Mikaelson kills for sport. (itchtokill) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2014-08-08 10:28:00 |
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Kol Mikaelson [Narrative]; Musings after the club incident
Thursday evening, August 7, 2014; A hotel in Boston
PGish no real warnings/triggers; Complete
The incident at the club rattled him.
The incident at the club rattled him. Quite a lot, actually. He'dnearly lost it right in the middle of a crowded club. He couldn'tfigure out why, exactly. He wasn't particularly starving. He fed tooregularly for that. But right there in the open, people everywhere,the control he'd held to so tightly, more so than ever in the lastyear because of the truce he'd agreed to, had slipped. He didn't slip. Not after a thousand years of this, that was a rookie mistake. And a rookie, Kol Mikaelson bloody well was not. It wasn't okay. He wasn't okay. Maybe less so than he'd already thought.
Truth was, he was nearly panicked about it. Not really the life he had nearly taken, but thw control he had nearly lost. He didn't even want to be in the city any more. He checked out of his hotel and got in the car and just started driving. He wasn't even sure where he was going at the moment, but away from here. Away from,,,problems. Again. Fuck, he was doing it again.
Kol lost track of how long he'd been driving but he would have to stop soon. He didn't have any business driving terribly long, bizarre, head-spinny sort of state he was in. After a short while, he found himself in Boston, which seemed as good of a place to stop as any other, so he found a hotel and got a room to lock himself in. Because fuck if he was going anywhere with people right now. He had to figure out what had happened, why it had happened, and fix it. Now. Because it was too risky if it happened again. He was fairly certain if it did, it wouldn't be over so soon and things would get messy. Messier. His life already was a fucking mess.
Kol let out a sigh and fell back on the bed, pressing his palms to his eyes. Everything was a mess. His life. His head. He didn't know where to start on processing everything. Except he started drifting to the conversation he'd had with Caroline a few days ago. Something that night had just...clicked, somehow. Something she'd said, it had hit him in a way he hadn't expected it to.
We treat him with the respect he deserves in that moment.
It was such a simple concept, really, that it was laughable that it had never occurred to him. But then, other statements she'd made were right, too. He didn't do that. He didn't because of fear, because of all the years that it had gotten him daggered or made him disappear For decades at a time. Maybe she was right that Rebekah was handling it the best out of the three of them. Walking away and ending the conversation whenever he turned it into something it shouldn't have been. Kol had never been the sort to do that, though. He fought and argued and made things worse, generally. But maybe that needed to change.
Not that any of that remotely explained why he'd nearly lost it at the club.
But it was something.