Kol Mikaelson kills for sport. (itchtokill) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-10-16 04:51:00 |
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Kol Mikaelson & Crowley,
Musing about things
Tuesday late afternoon, October 15, 2013; Crowley's place
TBD/In progress
What bothered him more than anything was the fact that he couldn't do anything about it.
Kol was still reeling from all the events of the past few weeks, still hadn't really taken the time to truly process it all. Not that he'd exactly had a load of spare time lying around or anything, everything that had happened just sort of slammed together back-to-back, compounding one issue directly on top of the next with no recovery time between them.
Now, though, he had removed himself from the majority of the drama. He'd been hiding out at Crowley's for a few days and didn't exactly see any reason he'd be leaving any time in the foreseeable future. But as much as he didn't want to be, Kol was very bothered by that idea. He hated all of this, the family drama, the lack of unity among them. For so long they had fought to be together, to be a real family, and now that they were here, in a place where they had a reasonable chance at it, they were more separated than ever. It was kind of ironic really, in a bitter sort of way. The whole situation was really eating at him, though, more than he would have expected it to and far more he wanted to admit. He just wanted all of this to be over.
Despite all the logical reasons that said it wasn't so, there was still that one tiny sliver of complete irrationality that was holding onto the idea of his being possessed being the kick off for all of it. Sure, none of the events were extensively connected, but still. Push one domino over and watch the rest fall, right?
Though it had only been a few days, the sheer lack of contact with his brother bit at him. Maybe Rebekah was right to think Nik would never admit it. He had pride the size of small planet, after all. Kol stil wasn't sure why Nik would have let strangers from other worlds convince him of something he ignored his own family's pleas for. Maybe hearing it from a third-party source made it make sense somehow while it all only sounded like whining coming from them. Hell if Kol could understand it. They'd been around each other for a thousand years and still none of them could claim to truly understand why their brother did the things he did and Kol wasn't sure if they ever would.
Kol was sitting outside as he mused over these things, cigarette tucked between his lips. Nasty habit, and not one he indulged in very often, only when he was exceptionally stressed, really. In fact, had anyone who really knew him been around, they'd know his exact mental state just then just by seeing the blasted thing. Bekah would probably worry more than she already was, so he was kind of glad she wouldn't see it. She had enough to deal with and he was kind of kicking himself for even blathering on at her the way he had earlier. He should just leave it alone, but he just...couldn't. He couldn't stop focusing on how everything was falling apart. One thing after another and hadn't they had enough of that by now?
He shook his head and flicked the remaining half-smoked cigarette to the ground, putting it out with the toe of his shoe. What bothered him more than anything, he supposed, was the fact that he couldn't do anything about it.