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Caroline Forbes (agelessbeauty) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-10-11 19:28:00

Entry tags:

caroline forbes, kol mikaelson

Who: Caroline and Kol
What: returning
When: Saturday late afternoon
Where: out in Lawrence and then the Mikaelson place
Warnings: Feeels at least, but the rest is TBD

There was nothing--absolutely nothing. No sound, no sight, no feelings, just some sort of existence that didn’t really matter and she couldn’t quite grasp onto as she was suddenly surrounded by everything. Sounds crashed into her body, enveloping her in their wave lengths and it was too much for a moment, causing Caroline to press her hands to her ears, to close her eyes to block out the expanse of color that suddenly burst into her world. Going from one extreme to the other was disconcerting and she tried to steady herself, repeating mantras in her head that she had used to say back when she’d started out cheerleading and needed to get her jitters under control. That’s what it felt like then and she refused to let it overwhelm her.

She was Caroline Forbes.

Head Cheerleader.

Hopscotch champion.

Mean Girl of Mystic Falls.

Girl who’d walked away from torture at least three times in under a year and survived.

Like hell she was going to let...whatever had happened knock her down and out.

Bits of what had occurred flittered into her mind. The impact and sound of the explosion, the jagged piece of wood piercing her heart before she was enveloped in nothingness. But it didn’t make sense, because if it had pierced her heart then she had to be dead. Was she dead? Was this what dying was in Lawrence? Was she a ghost? Oh god, she didn’t want to be a ghost. How was she supposed to tell if she was or not?

She opened her eyes, blinking as she looked around at her surroundings, trying to adjust to the brightness of the sun. But there was no one around, the park seemed to be deserted and she wasn’t getting any answers by standing there all alone. She started to walk, feeling the gravel beneath her toes and looked down to see that she was barefoot. The shirt she wore also had a long rip in it right above where heart was located. Shaking her head, she started to walk, ambling about the pathway and across the grass, thankful she couldn’t actually feel the cold. No, it was a different sort of coolness that seeped into her skin, soaking her through as she wandered aimlessly, not sure what she was supposed to do or where she should go.

And then the smell came. That delicious, tantalizing aroma of blood that she whipped around toward, gaze roaming across the park once again, determined to locate it. Her fangs had already descended but she managed to keep the rest of her face fairly normal, but oh god how she wanted to drink, to take it all and satiate the overwhelming thirst that wanted to consume her.

And that’s when she spotted her.

A little girl of around seven had fallen and scraped her knee and a man knelt in front of her, assuring her it would all be okay. No doubt the girl’s father and he tucked little blonde ringlets behind the girl’s ear. She remembered a time in a park like this one, with her own father, and the gentle words and promises to protect her from all the monsters. How foolish had she been to actually believe he could do that? How had she become one of those very same monsters he had been speaking about?

It was too much, too familiar and Caroline pressed her hand to her mouth, forcing the need down and stumbled away from the scene. She didn’t know where she was headed, just kept moving, the world spinning by her in a mess of colors that all seemed to be bleeding together. She meandered through Lawrence before she finally ended up on the steps of the Mikaelson place. Except she didn’t have the key or her phone and god, what was she supposed to do now? She hovered at the door for what seemed like an eternity to her, trying to listen for movement inside, but the mess of sounds the rest of the world created were screwing with her focus and she walked away from the door, heading down the steps and around the side of the house.

Had she died? Was that what happened? She was fairly certain she must have because a slice of wood, no matter how small, meant death for her. But then how was she back? She vaguely remembered a conversation with Lydia about death in Lawrence, but she couldn’t quite hold onto it, sensory overload getting the better of her.

Caroline ended up at the stable, slowly walking inside to stand in front of the white mare’s stall. She tried to smile when she was greeted with affection, giving the horse the attention she wanted, but it wasn’t enough to ground Caroline to the here and now. Everything was still spinning, colors too bright, sounds too loud and god the cravings. She was so hungry and so lost...and not sure what she was supposed to do any longer.

She gave up on stroking the mare’s mane and slid down on the opposite wall. Pulled her legs to her chest, pressing her face into her knees as she hugged herself tight, slowly rocking back and forth as she tried to get her emotions under control. She couldn’t have died because if she died…

Klaus.

She didn’t even want to think of how that would hurt him. Of how...she hadn’t ever told him her own feelings. She hadn’t gotten the courage up to accept just how much he’d come to mean to her and she vaguely remembered their last conversation. How he had told her that she meant the world to him and that terrified him.

That…

Where are you where are you where are you where are you where are

She was just going to sit in the stable until the world stopped spinning and hope she could find him once it did. Because she could only imagine how he would have reacted to her being dead and it wouldn't be good. And she had a feeling she was going to need to kick some ass once she could stand on her own two feet again. And then there were the others who would have been affected by her death and Caroline clenched her eyes shut, blocking out any more thoughts as she focused on getting herself under control.

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itchtokill
2013-10-11 11:17 pm UTC (link)

The last few days had been, well, insane to put it simply. Kol had managed to get his emotions back and come back to himself just in time for all the crazy to hit. He had been quite possibly the most stressed he had ever been in his entire bloody existence. All right, maybe it was more stressful when he thought Mikael was going to kill them. But really. This had taken a lot out of him and he still wasn't sure what to make out of everything that had happened. Too much, such a short time...

Crowley's double-agent status had been finally outed to Lucifer. And try as he might to ignore it, that and what came right along with it bothered Kol more than he wanted to admit. He had promptly decided it was all Rebekah's fault and let her know as much, but somewhere beneath it all he wondered. But even that he hadn't had time to process.

The city was left in shambles after the explosions, two in separate locations. One at the complex where the majority of the displaced stayed and the other at Stark Tower. Media spurred and God only knew what they were saying about it all. The two blasts had left nearly all of them homeless, many injured and some dead. One of those deaths was Caroline Forbes.

Caroline's death had spurred drama of epic proportions. None of them even had time to deal with it because they were dealing with Nik. If he were being completely honest, Kol felt the pain of the loss himself. Nowhere near the level Nik did, of course, but he did. Try as he had to hate her, in the end he hadn't been able to. Not fully, not properly. She'd squeezed her way into all of their lives and she had truly become part of this family. And he had even admitted it, somewhere on the boards he'd told someone though who was fuzzy now. He owned up to and in the Mikaelson's world, that was more than anyone ever got.

But that hadn't been the end, had it? No, of course not. Nik's tantrum turned towards ruining everyone else's shred of happiness. A simple gesture of kindness from Stefan to Rebekah and the Salvatore was on his death bed quicker than anyone could bat an eye. Then it became a battle of a balancing act for Kol. Between trying to find out what happened, getting help from Elijah, finding a way to handle Nik to get the cure for Stefan, Kol was already overloaded and added to that pile had been something that, at a less frantic time, would have sent Kol into a complete panic. Bekah, so ready and willing to sign her soul over to a demon, to Lucifer himself just to save Stefan. To say he was stressed was the biggest damn understatement of the century.

Sitting in the house was making him claustrophobic and that was a feeling that was all too close to home for Kol, made him panic a little when that familiar "walls closing in" feeling came rustling about, so he stepped outside and stood for a moment, not really sure what to do at this point. For the sake of something, he stepped off the front porch and started to wind his way to the back, towards the stables. At least the horses didn't create crazy drama like everyone else. They were just horses.

He stopped short, just outside the stables and paused for a moment, frown creasing his forehead. He thought he heard something, but when he glanced inside, he didn't notice anything right off. If someone was here, he might just go off on them and not give a damn the consequences. No one should be on this property if not expressedly given the permission from its owners. And they damn sure shouldn't be in the stables with the horses. But as he stepped inside and started making his way down, he saw... blonde?

Kol stopped in front of the stall and stared down at the form slumped against the wall inside it. "Caroline?" his voice was full of confusion and disbelief, all equally painted across his face as he continued to just stare.

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agelessbeauty
2013-10-11 11:36 pm UTC (link)

She froze when she heard someone say her name, not sure at first if her mind was playing games with her. Because all of this had to be one gigantic game. Maybe she had really hit her head hard at that pageant and everything she’d thought she had experienced, everything she had been through was all just an elaborate dream as her brain healed itself. Except, for one, vampire healing ability probably wouldn’t allow for anything that lengthy, and secondly, she didn’t want it all to be an elaborate dream. She wanted it to be real. She needed it to be real. Needed the friends she had made, the relationships--good and bad--to be real.

“Am I real?” she asked, her voice so very low, barely audible to her own ears with the chaos of the rest of the sounds she was still getting under control. “Am I real?” she repeated, looking up and seeing Kol through her tear filled eyes. “Please tell me I’m real.”

She didn’t want to be a ghost like Alex. Please don’t let that be her fate. She needed touch. She couldn’t handle living like that, unable to hold anyone else, to feel a hand against her shoulder or in her hair. Unable to feel the softness of skin as it brushed against her cheek. How could anyone live like that? Could she just die properly if that was the case? Please.

Though that didn’t sit well with her either. If she had a chance to be there for those she loved then wasn’t that a good thing? It was supposed to be a good thing. It was a confusing thing. Everything was confusing. Her entire existence confused the hell out of her at the moment.

“I want to be real,” she sobbed, hugging herself harder. There was a time she would have cared about Kol seeing her tears, not wanting to deal with any snide remarks about them, but she didn’t think he would do that anymore. Not to her, not when she was breaking like she was.

Part of her knew she needed to pull herself together, and she would--she’d go back to being the strong, capable girl she was known to be now, but only after he answered her. She just needed to know she was real. That she was alive. She stared up at him, willing him to answer her. To tell her the truth, the one she wanted to hear.

Please let me be real. Please, Kol. Please.

Because she shouldn’t be. Not when she’d been staked with wood in her heart.

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itchtokill
2013-10-11 11:51 pm UTC (link)

Kol stood there, watching her for a long moment before she finally spoke and he nodded, "Yeah," he said, voice still a bit uncertain as he slipped inside the stall. "You're real. Or...we're sharing a hallucination. But mostly I think you're just real." That was just so very like Kol, even in a moment that should be so completely serious, he had to make a joke, even a terrible one, because it was just how he dealt with things.

"Hey," he said, crouching down next to her, balancing himself quite easily and steadily on the toe of his shoes. He wasn't sure what to do, here. Crying females were not his specialty. The only one of those he knew properly how to handle was his sister and, well... maybe Caroline wasn't so different than Rebekah in that regard. "Look," his eyes were locked on her, but his hand reached over, took hers and laced their fingers, squeezing hard enough he knew she'd have to feel it. "You feel that, yeah? So do I. You're real."

After a moment, he let go of her hand and sat down in front of her, not all that sure what to say at this point. There were tons of things he could have asked her, but at least ninety percent of them weren't even remotely appropriate right now. And-- Oh, God. The things he had to tell her. Where was he even supposed to start? He couldn't do this. She was already broken, further than he would have ever expected to see her, and he couldn't further that brokenness. He couldn't find the words. So instead, he just sat there and waited for her to speak.

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agelessbeauty
2013-10-12 12:09 am UTC (link)

She did feel it, and that squeeze and the fact he didn’t disappear like she half-expected him to do so helped her believe what he was saying was true. Plus the horses were still around. They hadn’t left and that had to mean something, didn’t it? She was pretty sure it did and so she focused her attention on Kol, still sitting there with her arms wrapped around her legs and her head resting on her knees, but the tears weren’t flowing freely. Even the sobbing had mostly ceased, only little hiccups remaining as she forced herself to gain that control she always so desperately sought.

“I died, didn’t I?” It was such a weird question to ask, and maybe it made her insane, but considering she’d already died once before and came back a vampire, who even knew what constituted an actual insane question. She vaguely remembered the explosion and the nothingness that followed the piercing of her skin. “I think...I remember Lydia...I think it was Lydia who died and came back before. I don’t know.”

It was hard to hold onto everything, and certain memories were harder to hold onto than others. She frowned, annoyed at that, wanting everything to make sense then and there. Not liking how out of sorts she was feeling or that it was taking her so long to get a grip on reality. “What happened?”

She wasn’t sure what she was really asking with that question. What happened to her? What happened after? What happened to specific people? It was probably all of it wrapped into one and she figured Kol would dole out the answers that he was able and it would hopefully give her something else to focus on aside from the fact that she’d been killed.

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itchtokill
2013-10-12 12:28 am UTC (link)

He didn't speak, just sat there and waited her out. He could, in the right circumstances, have a lot of patience for certain things. "Yeah," he nodded in response to her question. "you did." it was really all he could say.

But then that question. Two words, but so loaded, and it hit like a brick. What happened? What didn't happen? How was he supposed to tell her that her boyfriend had gone off the deep end and nearly killed one of her best friends? That people had been plotting to kill his brother. Again. That...

"A lot." was all he could manage at first, running a hand over his face, pausing for a moment so his hand covered his eyes as he tried to figure out exactly where to begin. Finally, a sigh and his hand dropped to his lap again. "I.. that girl, the one with werewolf father, she found you." He didn't know her name, but it wasn't all that important really. "She told us. Told everyone, really, and Nik..." Oh, how Kol didn't want to go into this. Not here, not now, not like this. But he had to and he knew he had to.

"He lost it. We tried, Bekah, Elijah and I, we tried to keep it reigned in, keep him in check, but he was just... going off at everything. Making threats with that girl's father, even threatened her and it just...spiraled." That, at least, was a start. He couldn't give it to her all at once. He just couldn't.

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agelessbeauty
2013-10-12 12:41 am UTC (link)

Caroline tried to follow along with what Kol was saying, focusing on his words and ignoring the rest of the world for the moment. It seemed to help her control, finally able to filter out all the noise that had become overwhelming. Vampire hearing had its advantages, but it was like she’d been recently turned again, and had been struggling to keep it all down, to filter out what she didn’t need to hear, and she hated that feeling. That helplessness when being a vampire was supposed to make her stronger, faster, fearless.

She wasn’t feeling much of any of those characteristics at the moment, especially once Kol’s words sunk in. If anything she was feeling dread, that sinking feeling in her stomach that was causing it to churn and if she’d been human still would have made her want to run to the nearest bathroom and heave. Klaus threatening people was never good. Klaus threatening Jesse so soon after he had threatened another teenager was even worse. Especially with all that Tahiri had told her had been happening.

Were people plotting to kill him again? Contain him? Were they doing it for the other Originals as well? Her mind was torn in two, understanding the fear that Klaus could create with his threats and his deeds, that fear the others could create with their need to always protect their brother from his own idiocy, but she saw the other side as well. And she didn’t want them hurt. She didn’t want anyone hurt.

But Kol had said Klaus had spiraled and that meant threats against teenage girls couldn’t have been all that happened. “What happened, Kol?” she demanded, forcing herself to try and remain calm. She would not freak out. Not yet. She would look at this rationally and figure out a solution and then she would kick some ass. She just didn’t know who’s yet.

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itchtokill
2013-10-12 01:06 am UTC (link)

This part. This was the part he was dreading. Actually divulging the details to exactly how bad it had gotten. And there were so many parts to it and he had absolutely no way of predicting exactly how Caroline might react. She was nowhere near as bad as Nik in terms of unpredictability, but for all that he had talked to her, really Kol didn't know her that well.

"Stefan, ever the hero, decided to help. Keep him distracted. It worked...for a bit. And then...something happened, Nik, he...he caught Stefan and Bekah. It wasn't even a big deal. Hand on her shoulder, but it set him off. He bit him, Caroline. Refused to give him the blood. That's when it really got bad." Because of course that wasn't the end of it, no, there was always more to the story when the Mikaelson's were involved.

"Started a fucking storm. People trying to find a way to make him give his blood over. Telling us that whatever we were doing to handle him wasn't working, but really, that wasn't our fault, most of it was--" He stopped. Blame games weren't really what she needed right now. "Everyone was scrambling for ideas on how to force his hand. I was trying to balance everything. Bekah was freaking out and she was-" Kol shook his head, staring at the corner of the stall, looking decidedly away from Caroline, jaw set, trying to regain the composure he'd nearly lost. "She was ready to sell her soul for him, Caroline."

That was the part he still hadn't been able to get out of his head. His sister, his only sister, the one of his siblings he was closest to, was so willing to just give her life up for Stefan's. Noble, maybe, but he couldn't handle it. Losing her. Time's up and she'd be down there, on this infamous rack he kept hearing about. Tortured until there was nothing of who she was left. Empty. Soulless. Heartless. Nothing more than one of those things that had possessed him. The thought of his baby sister like that? It wasn't something he'd be getting out of his head any time soon.

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agelessbeauty
2013-10-12 01:26 am UTC (link)

Klaus had done what? And because of what?!

Caroline stared at Kol in disbelief. It didn’t make sense. It just couldn’t make sense. She refused to let it make sense in her mind even as she tried to figure out why the hell he would have done such a thing. Oh sure, people probably said it was because he was evil, but no. He did things because he was hurting, because he wanted to hurt others before they could hurt him, to prevent anymore damage happening to him after all he had endured. She replayed Kol’s words in her head, trying to focus on them to pick out the important details aside from the fact that Stefan was dying and Rebekah was willing to give up her damn soul.

Stefan had touched Rebekah, no doubt offering comfort in that way Stefan Salvatore tried to do. Always wanting to help when he was his normal, non-Ripper self. She could only imagine what Klaus had thought of that, how he’d twist that comforting gesture around as a way that could hurt him, could take away Rebekah from him.

Sometimes it freaked Caroline out with how well she could understand how Klaus’ mind worked.

“Seriously??!”

She was going to...she wasn’t sure, but her tears were done, replaced by anger and annoyance and so many other emotions stirring inside of her. “Rebekah is not selling her freaking soul and Stefan is not going to die. It’s not allowed to happen. I won’t let it happen. Where the hell is your brother so I can smack some freaking sense into him? Because clearly he and I need to have a discussion on how we appropriately mourn when we lose someone. Like oh, I don’t know, don’t go threatening teenagers and biting your dead girlfriend’s best friend because her other best friend is in love with him and oh no heaven forbid someone else should get love because the person you loved is…”

She choked on her own words, tears threatening to start all over again. “He really does love me, doesn’t he? That crazy, psychotic Hybrid who needs to get his ass kicked.”

Caroline could feel herself losing it again, veins showing on her face and she shut her eyes, trying to remember to breathe like she’d learned from Stefan. In and out, slowly, ever so slowly trying to fight off the hunger that was trying to edge its way back in among the rest of her chaotic thoughts.

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itchtokill
2013-10-12 03:07 am UTC (link)

The silence wasn't what he had expected. Actually, if he were honest, Kol expected ranting. And rage. And...who knew what else. But this, this threw him off and he wasn't entirely sure what to do as she just sat there and tried to process everything that he had just told her.

And there it was. The rant he'd been expecting.

He opened his mouth to say something, but she just kept going. It would have been amusing if it wasn't for the seriousness of the conversation at hand. "Hey, hey," he frowned as she switched gears again, back to choking back tears and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to be able to keep up with this back and forth, but he couldn't. "Just...calm down, first of all. Breathe." He reminded her, watching her with an arched eyebrow. "There we go." he nodded as he saw her pull herself back togther.

"He does," he shook his head slightly. "God help all of us, he loves you more than I think he's ever loved anything, Caroline." He knew that she didn't like hearing this sort of thing, how long relationships may be for a vampire, didn't like thinking about the literal "forever" aspect. But honestly? It had to be said.

"You need to feed," A soft, mumbled comment that was offhand, but he clung to the normality of it. The rest of this, it was more than he wanted to have to handle. More emotion than he knew what to do with, honestly.

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agelessbeauty
2013-10-12 12:01 pm UTC (link)

"I didn't get to tell him. I kept trying to put it off. Because I know that once I do it, once I let myself say it out loud..." There wouldn't be any going back. And oh, that was a problem because she was supposed to try and always have the upper hand. She was supposed to be able to walk the hell away if things ever got to that point others seemed certain would happen one day. Hadn't she promised that she would?

Caroline couldn’t for the life of her remember why she had made that promise. Why had she kept forcing herself to squash the intense feelings that Klaus had stirred up inside of her, not letting him know them? Not letting herself admit to them. Hadn’t he promised he would let her go if she found herself losing who she was? Hadn’t he told her time and time again that he loved for who she was, for the light that she carried?

There were so many conflicting emotions running through her then, but anger was winning. Anger that Klaus had hurt people again--that he hurt Stefan and by doing that had hurt Rebekah. At herself for not admitting what she felt before she had gone and died, that Klaus might not have known just how much she did love him. He’d wormed his way into her heart and she didn’t ever want him to leave it. Anger at whoever had caused the explosion. But she didn’t want her fury to overtake her, not when it pushed at the bloodlust full force and so Caroline kept on breathing in and out, forcing it back down.

“They didn’t...he’s...Klaus isn’t locked up and thrown into some ocean, right?” She knew that had been a plan and with the witches and superheroes, it was probably something that could happen if they really wanted. Now it was fear that was gripping at her, mixing with the anger, guilt, and anguish. “Stefan is still alive? Tell me I can fix this, Kol.”

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itchtokill
2013-10-12 12:26 pm UTC (link)

"You say it out loud, it makes it real." Little as he may of literally understood the matters of the heart, Kol could understand the concept regardless. And something like that? Well, he'd spent his nine centuries in the living world running from anything remotely close to that. He was the over-indulgent sibling, virtually the polar opposite of Bekah in that respect because where she loved too easily, Kol moved from one conquest to the next without so much as a second thought. So the idea of how terrifying it would be to admit something like that? It wasn't lost on him. Add in his brother of all people? Well... there truly were no words to put that into any real perspective for anyone. "But you can tell him now. You... you and me, we're living on borrowed time, here, now... All we can do is...hope it works for the best. You, you tell him, Caroline. I don't care how scary it is or how against everyone else it is. You tell him everything. Because this? People don't get chances like this. Take it. Revel in it." And for God's sake, make his brother some level of sane again.

Kol shook his head, "No, he's not. I...someone's contained him somehow, I think. There were... a couple of different theories and ideas I don't even really know what ended up winning out. I tried, I swear I did, but I coudn't. One thing on top of another and--" This was quite possibly the closest Kol Mikaelson had ever been to the verge of anything quite resembling a breakdown. He wouldn't let it happen, though, not completey, kept cutting himself off, regrouping in his own mind. Very much looking as though he were mirroring Caroline, he stood and concentrated on breathing for a moment, breaths he didn't need but the even steadiness was in some way calming, helped keep him focused on something that wasn't the thousand and five thoughts running through his mind.

"Barely," he muttered in response to her comment about Stefan. "We have to go find him. There's too much on the line, Caroline, I-- you have to fix this. Please."

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agelessbeauty
2013-10-12 03:51 pm UTC (link)

She knew Kol was right. They were all on borrowed time, never knowing when the Seal would decide to send them back to where they came from, never knowing when some demon might possess them or if Lucifer would end up winning the war. Not taking the chance and saying all she had to say was acting cowardly and if there was one thing Caroline Forbes steadfastly wasn’t, it was a coward. So she’d suck it up and tell all once everything else was sorted out. Maybe before, who knew with how conversations tended to go in Lawrence.

But her current focus needed to be on Stefan’s survival because while she had probably come back from death because of the Seal--or at least that’s how she vaguely understood it from a conversation she’d had with Lydia months back--Stefan’s survival lay squarely on the shoulders of the one who had put him in danger. From everything Kol had told her, Caroline knew Stefan dying would only cause more hurt, more chaos, more heartbreak and that was really something no one in the Mikaelson family needed more in their lives.

“He’s not here then?” She finally asked. “Klaus, I mean.” Because if he wasn’t at home she had an idea of where he might have gone. It was a longshot but if Kol didn’t know where his brother was currently, then it couldn’t hurt to trust her gut.

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itchtokill
2013-10-12 04:25 pm UTC (link)

Kol shook his head, "No, I...I have no idea here he is, honestly." He admitted and some part of him hated that, not knowing where he should go if the need should arise and he needed to stand against the gigantic git that was his brother right now. But today, Kol had done something he hadn't done in a long time, not in regards to this part of his family. He'd run. He'd run away because he just couldn't handle it all any more. Kol had nearly reached his limit, and at this point was only inches from stepping over the edge and being done with all of them for good.

"Ideas?" he asked, pushing himself up to his feet because he couldn't handle sitting there any more. Nervous energy, he supposed, but he wouldn't call it that to anyone else, despite the fact that he was doing everything in his power to resist pacing just then.

Whatever had to be done to fix this situation, Kol was willing to do it. Because he could not bear losing everyone the way he would if Nik got his way. "Bekah compared him to Mikael." he mumbled, not sure the fact itself was important in the grand scheme, but it did at least give her more of an idea of what she was really walking into.

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agelessbeauty
2013-10-12 04:38 pm UTC (link)

Comparing Klaus to Mikael wouldn’t have gone over well. Though maybe it would have given him enough of a jolt to knock some actual sense into him. Caroline might not have known all of their story, but she knew enough to know that Mikael was someone Klaus would never want to be compared to, told he was acting the same as the other man, even if Rebekah was right.

“I’ve an idea, yeah.” She just wasn’t sure if going alone was a good idea or bringing Kol would be better. She didn’t think Klaus would hurt her, had a feeling he might question her realness though, think she was a figment of his imagination or a trap to ensnare him. If Klaus Mikaelson was anything it was paranoid, so maybe going on her own would be best. Because if she showed up with anyone else he might think they were in on the trap and she really didn’t want any more trouble occurring between family members. “I think I need to go find him on my own though. If he’s not where I think he is then I’ll just come right back, okay? And you can check on Rebekah and make sure she doesn’t go and do anything stupid.”

Like sell her freaking soul.

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itchtokill
2013-10-13 11:11 am UTC (link)

Kol watched her for a moment, frowning slightly as he considered what she was suggesting. He wasn't sure if she should go alone or not. If Nik thought she wasn't real, or that someone was playing a game, there was no telling what he might do. But...she had always been able to handle herself with him, hadn't she? So what difference would there be now?

"Yeah," he mumbled. "yeah, just...come back if you don't find him." he nodded a bit. He should check on Bekah, hell, even on Stefan because at this point, his sister's life was on the line right along with his.

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