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Rebekah Salvatore finally found love (hasherwhims) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2014-02-01 13:04:00

WHO: Kol Mikaelson and Rebekah Salvatore.
WHAT: Little sister advice is required.
WHEN: Today. This morning. Ish.
WHERE: Rebekah's room.
RATING: Not too high, they swear a bit.
STATUS: COMPLETE



Kol had been through a lot in Lawrence, he'd made a lot of changes in his nearly eight months here. Changes that drove him crazy like the truce he and his family had agreed to, changes that were solely for his family members, like dealing with Stefan and Caroline in pleasant ways. Not Katherine, though. He didn't suppose he'd ever really accept her, much to his eldest brother's chagrin. And then there were the changes he'd made not for other people, but for himself. There was only the one, really. But it was a big one and he'd been so utterly sure it was one thing that would never happen and now that it was… well, now he was kind of confused about it all.

That one, big change, of course, was his... whatever they called it these days that he had going with Crowley. He wasn't sure exactly when it had gone from fun fling to...this... but it had all but snuck up on him entirely. It was ridiculous, really. The way the demon made him...feel things. And yes, they'd finally come round to not denying the mutual adoration for one another, but sometimes it was still really bizarre as a concept to the ancient vampire. So long he'd done nothing of the sort, threw lovers away like last night's garbage and yet here he was, what was it now...four months, five? And he was pretty much in over his head. Thing was, Kol was pretty sure, beyond most any doubt it was the same on Crowley's end. The man had given him his bloody bones, for Christ's sake. There wasn't much more a person could do to prove you mattered to them, was there? Especially in the case of a demon. He'd even given Kol his real name, his human name. He'd given Kol so much power over him, it was a bit unnerving if he were honest. He still had the bag, kept it hidden in his room, hadn't quite decided the final resting place for them and felt it better to keep them close for now.

Rebekah had returned from her retreat with Stefan. Something they'd needed to do to reconnect, she'd said. Kol hadn't questioned it, wanted her to do whatever she felt she needed to in order to feel some measure of right again. But now. After days of mulling it all over in his mind, Kol wanted to talk to her. His sister, his confidant. She was the one that he talked to about everything. So, of course he wanted her for this.

He walked down the hall to Bekah's room, knocking lightly before he spoke. "Beks? Can I come in?"

Finland had done Rebekah so much good. Oh, she wasn’t ‘right’, not yet, that would take weeks, maybe months. Maybe even forever, but she felt more at peace with elements of what had happened. She and Stefan were back to where they had been, confident in their love for each other, and she was wearing the diamond ring one more. She was Rebekah Salvatore, wife of Stefan Salvatore, and proud of it.

What remained was getting her relationships with her brothers back on track. Nik was back to driving her crazy and making her want to scream with the frustration, and Elijah was being so terribly moral at them all, and Kol. Kol was her other half. He understood her better than anyone did, which he could often use to annoy the crap out of her, but usually used to say just the right thing at just the right time.

So when the knock on the door was followed by his voice, there was a clear smile in the sound of her reply. “Course you can.” She was still paler than she had been, still clearly tired and lacking in the energy she had once had, but at least she was doing better than she had been when she had first been freed from the Cage. It was a process, a day at a time. And this particular day had her lounging back on her bed, Aphrodite curled on her chest, clearly having knocked Rebekah’s attempt at reading a book out of the way. “Hey you,” her voice was soft, wanting to keep the kitten from waking up. “What’s up?”

"Hey," he smile slightly at her, arching a brow at the sight of the kitten resting on her chest. "So," he muttered as he stepped further into the room. He'd thought it out, figured he'd just throw the whole thing out at her, get it all out in one shot and get on with the conversation already. But now, in the moment and all, he wasn't so sure about that. Made a detour in the intended conversation. "how was your trip?" he asked, walking over to pick up a random trinket off Rebekah's dresser. It looked like something Elijah would've gotten her.

"I mean, it was Finland, so I don't imagine it was all that amazing, but...you and Stefan...I suppose you're back on track and all that?" He asked, setting the trinket back down and looking over at her rather expectantly, genuinely curious, even if he was only using it as a way to get around talking about the real thing he wanted to discuss with her for the moment.

“Finland was great, actually.” She smiled softly, remembering those few days. “We stayed in this igloo hotel thing, clear ceilings, and watched the Northern Lights, and talked.” And cuddled a lot, and other things that she really did not need to tell her brother about, because it was guaranteed to make him run out of the room with a massive ‘ewwwww’. “And yes, we’re back on track. Still both dealing with stuff, but together.” Which was the main thing.

Rebekah watched the way Kol was wandering about her room, picking up the small trinket from her dresser, almost fidgety in his manner. And for a moment she just looked at him, a small smirk toying on her lips, because really, who did he think he was fooling? The others might not notice that avoidance in him, but she knew better. “And you could easily have text me to ask that, so what’s really on your mind?”

"Good, I'm glad." he smiled at the positive report she gave him about her trip. "Has it changed much in the last few centuries? I went to Helsinki that one time... I don't remember much about it except the redhead I spent a week with." he chuckled softly. It was kind of ironic, really, that it was a redhead he remembered, given the new arrival of Crowley's angel. If not for her Angelic status and the different universe, he'd almost wonder if it had been her. Almost.

Kol stopped fidgeting, turning to face his sister as the soft laugh bubbled up from the back of his throat at her comment. "Can't keep anything from you, can I?"

Kol shrugged a bit, moving, if a bit reluctantly, to sit on the far corner of her bed, his back half-turned to her. "Crowley's angel's showed up," he wasn't sure why that bothered him, hated that it did at all. It shouldn't. It really, really shouldn't. And that still wasn't
what he'd come to talk to her about, was it? Oh, well. Maybe it would keep her distracted.

“Well, the Northern Lights are just as beautiful as ever, beyond that, didn’t see that much of the country,” Rebekah actually smirked, a glint in her eyes. “Stefan was being romantic.” Well, a version of romantic, as much as any husband could be when his wife had gone to Hell, and he had all but lost his mind. “Lots of the countries you’ve been to can be described as not much to remember besides a redhead or a blonde or a brunette.” Her tone was lightly teasing, knowing how decadent her brother was.

“Never could, never will,” she half shrugged, as much as she could without waking Aphrodite. “I know you too well.”

She frowned, somewhat confused. “Crowley has an angel? What?” How did that even happen? And why did it make Kol feel that hesitant? “Start from the beginning, and don’t leave out the part where this is bothering you for some reason.” Because it was, she could tell. The way he moved, the way he was sitting.

"Aaand we leave it at that because...ew." he wrinkled his nose slightly. Whether she meant literal romance or said it for the sake of her brother's ears, he didn't much want to think of the Salvatore romancing his sister.

"Luckily, that goes both ways." He quipped back. Just not today. Today, it was Rebekah noticing things about Kol and given all the things running around through his mind recently, that in itself made him squirm a bit.

"Some angel he used to shag." he said, shrugging, trying to be nonchalant about it. He opened his mouth to protest the insistence that it bothered him, but he just let out a sigh instead. "I dunno." he mumbled. "It shouldn't. It shouldn't bother me, or matter.”

Rebekah actually managed a smirk of triumph. Because no matter what else might go on, time and changes and worlds, a sister would always be able to gross out her brother by mentioning romance. “One win for me.” She even made a small air punch, still keeping Aphrodite comfortable.

“And right now it’s working this way, so deal with it.” Sometimes it drove her crazy, how Kol knew her so well, other times, of course, it was incredibly useful.

The confusion was clear on her face. “Wait, he used to sleep with an angel, isn’t that, I don’t know, blasphemous or something?” She was pretty sure it would make something explode, principle or something. “But it does bother you and it does matter. So why? Talk to me, Kol. What’s going on in that crazy head of yours?”

He rolled his eyes a bit at her smugness about her so-called 'win'. She was always taking things like that to make him squirm as some kind of sister win or something. It was ridiculous. But it was them. And it was Rebekah being more to herself and that was okay with Kol.

"Fine, fine," he mumbled, rolling his eyes a bit. But then she was asking questions and it brought it all back to the insanity going on inside his head. And that feeling of sheer awkwardness that it all brought along with it. And--

"Does it surprise you that Crowley was involved in blasphemy? Really?" Yes, sarcasm. That would distract her from the real topic at hand, right? No. No, she pressed on because she was Rebekah and she was his nosy little sister and okay, yeah, she actually legitimately cared that something was bothering him, but that was minor in the grand scheme of it all somehow.
"I dunno. It's just... things are..." Already, he was finding himself incapable of speaking full sentences and that was the sort of thing that really just got on his nerves. So he stopped and fidgeted a bit with the zipper on the jacket he really didn't need but wore anyway just because he liked it. "I think...it's different now." After a second, he realized how that sounded and given the information Rebekah didn't have, it was also probably very confusing. "Not because of Anna... well, sort of because of Anna, but not really because I was sort of thinking the things are different thing before she showed up because-- well, because a thing happened that I really shouldn't talk about, but we'll just say it was very serious, very important thing and technically, if I wanted, I could kill Crowley for good. Not that I want to or that I think I ever would or anything but--" He cut himself off abruptly, staring intently at a spot of the floor like he thought maybe if he stared long and hard enough at that particular spot, it might move. Kol Mikaelson was not a rambler. Not usually. Not unless things were just far too jumbled up in his head and he was close to losing it. And right now, even if it made him feel ridiculous for feeling it in the first place, he did sort of feel close to that point. If only for all the confusion making him crazy.

Rebekah just sat and listened to Kol babble, and of course that was weird on its own, Kol didn’t babble. He snarked, he sassed, he occasionally rambled, but babbling just didn’t happen. Aside from right now, apparently, talking about his demon. She honestly didn’t know what to make of the whole killing Crowley for good part, and she wondered if Kol had even meant to say that part, or if stopping at ‘serious’ and ‘important’ had been what he intended.

But regardless. Rebekah frowned a little and actually sat up, shifting the kitten who gave a mewl of disapproval before padding over to the pillow next to them and curling straight back up again. Rebekah, meanwhile, fully stared at her brother.

“Things actually got serious with you two? Genuinely serious?” It was weird, she had both seen it coming, and yet was blindsided by it. Kol had gone up against Lucifer to save Crowley, and yet, this was still Kol, the brother who didn’t do relationships. And yet was apparently in one with the King of Hell who had once had an affair with an angel. Go figure. Rebekah studied the way Kol was being, the fiddling with his clothes, the fidgety nature. “So, what, is Crowley about to go back with Anna? Or something or is…” She trailed off, trying to catch Kol’s eyes. “Kol, are you in love with him?”

Kol really hadn't intended for that bit to slip out, but he was flustered and it was Rebekah and he always told her everything and it just sort of slipped. But he hadn't said how it was possible and she wasn't pressing the issue, so he'd ignore it for now and make sure he mentioned how much she should just forget he'd said it all later.

When he felt the bed shift as his sister sat up, he couldn't help glancing over at her. She sounded so shocked, and rightfully so. "Kind of...I mean...yeah." he muttered, shrugging slightly. "I mean, we didn't talk about... but...yeah."

"No, no, nothing like that." He assured her quickly, but then a tiny realization bit at him a bit. "Or, well, he didn't mention anything about it, anyway." And for some reason, the idea made him furious. And possibly it hurt, just a bit, to think maybe that was a possibility. He was chewing on his lip when that last question fell from his sister's mouth. "What?" was all he could manage to get out at first, a frown creased across his forehead as he looked at her. "N- no, I didn't- that's not what I said, Rebekah."

This was a lot to process. All of it. Rebekah actually blinked a few times. One, her brother was actually in a serious relationship. Two, said serious relationship was with someone who had once slept with an angel. And three, her brother was, for all his intelligence about so many things, a moron when it came to emotional issues.

“Okay, okay,” she held up a hand, as if stalling him from saying anything else. “First off, you need to talk to him, Kol. Just make sure you guys are on the same page here, if he is planning on sleeping with Anna again, isn’t it better that you know?” Also, for her to know these things, so she could make the demon suffer for it all, slowly and painfully. “And if you’re both thinking this is the same type of ‘kind of’ serious.” She actually used air quotes when repeating back her brother’s choice of words.

Her expression softened as she looked at him. “You didn’t say it, but Kol, think about it. Are you? I’ve never seen you like this before.” Her brothers, all of them, certainly did not love as frequently as she seemed to, though she had had only three men she had truly loved in her life. Elijah, two. Nik, well, one plus doppelganger obsessions. Kol though, never happened before.

"I don't...know if I want to really talk about it. I mean, if he wants her, then...he should have her and...I shouldn't be in the way of it." Despite the words he was actually saying, nothing about his tone matched, all hesitant and barely above a mumble. He could barely talk to his sister about it and definitely didn't want to discuss it with Crowley. It was crazy, really. Kol, of all people, actually serious with someone. And Rebekah really thought--

"No," he shook his head. "I don't wanna think about it." his words were quick, snappy. He hadn't meant them to be, but truth was, the whole thing unnerved him entirely. And Anna showing up. Well, that hadn't done anything to help the jumbled mess in his head about his
demon, had it? Couldn't he have just crossed one emotional whirlwind sort of thing at a time?

Rebekah was listening to the tone as much as the words, and she frowned with no small amount of concern. “But what about what you want? Which, frankly, is the only thing that matters to me. I mean, if you’re fine with the idea of them screwing, then no problem, but if it’s something you’re going to have an issue with, then he needs to know that.” And then, if Crowley went and had sex with the angel anyway, Rebekah was sure Elijah and Nik would help her rip the King of Hell to pieces. They were that kind of family.

When he snapped, Rebekah just looked at him. No comments, no judgment, just a steady stare, looking past his defensiveness. She couldn’t tell, not for sure, but a big part of her was wondering if her hunch had been right, if Kol was actually in love. Then again, would Kol even recognize it if he was? She wasn’t sure, so she just kept up the stare, unwaveringly.

"I don't know, I- I don't know what I want, Rebekah, I just... I don't know." He ran a hand over his face, letting out a frustrated sigh. "I want... I want him. He's mine. He's my demon." the possessive sort of growl could be heard hidden behind the words. "And I mean,
okay, Anna says she's not here to cause issues and I promised Crowley I'd give her a chance and I don't know." He sighed again, that same frustrated sound as before.

The silence that he was greeted with made Kol look up to see the rather pointed stare his sister was giving him. He responded at first with just a look, a very pointed, expectant one, silently pressing her for whatever it was she should have been saying at that point. But she
just continued with that same bloody stare she was giving him. "What?!" he finally called out, hands going up in desperation.

Rebekah gave a small smile. “Now there’s the Mikaelson possessiveness.” It was a trait she shared with her brothers. She wanted to scratch the eyes out of anyone who looked at Stefan, and she was pretty sure Nik and Elijah felt the same way about Caroline and that Katherine bitch. “I say make it clear to him that he’s yours. If we were all Hybrids, I’d give you some talk about claiming and whatever, but we’re not so just tell him that you’re expecting commitment from him.”

She just held out her hands, as if in surrender, when he finally called out. “I’m not saying anything, if you say you’re not in love with him, then fine, you’re not in love with him. Even though you’re sure acting like it right now.”

He shrugged, a faux, near-innocent look on his face at the possessive comment. He was possessive, and he wasn't the least bit ashamed of it. "Okay...I can maybe...probably...definitely do that." He couldn't quite stop his nose from wrinkling at the use of the word commitment. "Do we have to call it that?" he practically whined at her.

"You're looking at me like you're trying to." He frowned at her. "What d'you mean? How am I acting like that?"

Rebekah rolled her eyes at the multiple word choices before he finally settled on the ‘definitely’. And again, more dramatically, at how he whined. “Fine, exclusivity, monogamy, call it what you want, make it clear that what you want is you and him, that’s it.” Honestly. Men. Sometimes they were so dense.

“Oh, forgive me, darling brother, am I not supposed to look at you?” Her tone was teasing. “Well, let me see, you’re currently sitting on your sister’s bed, feeling weird about your demon’s ex girlfriend showing up, declaring that he’s yours, and frankly flailing a little bit over emotions. That, to me, suggests maybe you are actually in love with the man.”

"Is it weird I'm not sure I'd react like this if it were someone else?" he asked, frowning slightly. "I mean...I'd gladly bring someone in for a night or two. But this is Anna. And just...the way he's talked about her...it's different. And it kind of makes me a bit crazy."

He sneered at her teasing comment, but didn't respond to it. The explanation she gave him, though. That gave him pause to consider what she was saying, what it meant. Analyzing everything she was pointing out. For what he knew of most people's romantic dealings, he supposed she wasn't exactly wrong. That's how people acted in those situations, right? But Kol wasn't people and he wasn't normal and why was this even happening right now? Why was he sitting here, on his sister's bed and feeling weird about his demon's ex-girlfriend and being all possessive and flailing? "So...do you really think..." And he was fidgeting again, this time with the blanket on Rebekah's bed. "How do you know?" his voice was quiet, almost meek. He was so confused and completely out of his element. "How do you know if...if it's that?"

Rebekah shrugged easily. “It’s not weird. I wouldn’t care if someone Stefan had a fling with turned up, but if Elena was brought back, I’d want to scratch her eyes out. You’re jealous of Anna. That’s totally different from wanting the odd threesome or whatever. Though you could always have a threesome with Anna, might be one way of getting some answers.” Or be an explosive disaster, who knew?

She watched him fidget, working through his thoughts, and gave him the time to come up with his own answers, or to be more accurate, questions. “How do any of us really know? I reckon you could ask me, Nik, Elijah that question and get a load of different answers. I guess what you need to think about is is this more than just sex for you? Do you spend time with him without screwing him? You faced Lucifer for him, he’s given you something apparently, maybe that all means something.” She sighed, and straightened up, crossing her legs. “I’ve been truly in love three times. Alexander, Marcel and Stefan. None of them have been easy and ultimately Alexander and Marcel loved something else more than me. But what I felt for them was real. And it was brilliant and it hurt and it made me feel stronger and weaker, all at the same time. It’s not something that can be defined in simple words, Kol. It’s just something you feel.”

"Jealous?" He repeated, giving a scoffing sort of laugh at the idea. "Why would I be jealous? I don't even have anything to be jealous of her for." And maybe, far along as he may have come in some ways, Kol was still too deep in denial over these things. But he gave that last little comment a thought for a second. "Well, she is kinda hot, but...what answers is that really going to get me?" Somewhere in the thoughts of a threesome with his demon and the redheaded angel, Rebekah's point there had been lost. Kol was very much a seventeen year old boy in that regard sometimes.

"Yeah, it's more than just sex. I mean, if it was just that, I'd have already walked away. I...don't want to walk away." His words were hushed, almost as if he were worried someone else might hear his confessions, but mostly it was just that he was kind of afraid to admit these things out loud. He'd hardly even admitted it all to himself. As he sat there, listening to his sister describe the way love had felt to her, Kol seriously wondered for the first time if maybe she was right. "That's the biggest contradiction I've ever heard."

Sometimes, just sometimes, Kol made Rebekah want to bang her head against a wall. “Okay, no jealousy, clearly not a thing. My mistake.” Aside from the fact Kol clearly was jealous of the redheaded angel. Honestly, it was like talking to a teenager. “Seeing them together. Might give you an idea of what they were like, and actually that’s probably a terrible idea, you’ll end up trying to eat her and I don’t think eating an angel is a good plan.”

At the way his voice lowered, Rebekah actually glanced around, wondering if anyone else was even in the house. Because it seemed like a giant admission for him, she could tell. “So don’t walk away,” her own voice was quiet to match his, though she looked at him with a small smile. “Fight for what’s yours, you’re a Mikaelson. We take what we want.” It was, after all, in their nature. “Welcome to love, big brother. It is a giant contradiction at all times.”

The sarcastic quip from his sister was met only with a rather elaborate roll of his eyes. She was so bloody ridiculous sometimes. "I should probably avoid eating angels, keep that off my massive list of sins and all." he agreed with a slight nod.

"Yeah," he nodded a bit. "I guess you're right. I mean...what else is there to do?" Not that he actually felt much like he needed to fight Anna for anything. She was being excessively nice and understanding of the whole thing, really. It was a bit weird, but Kol didn't think about it much deeper than that. "Well, that's just...ridiculous."

Rebekah suddenly felt thirteen again when she couldn’t resist her reaction to his eye roll; sticking her tongue out cheekily. “Besides, angels are probably bad for the cholesterol or something, can’t be too careful.”

She shrugged casually. “Way I see it, you’ve got a few options. One, my own preferred method, fight for him, he’s yours, claim him. But then I am something of a territorial bitch.” Hey, she could admit her shortcomings. “Two, sit back and hope nothing happens at all, that is the one most likely to blow up in your face. Or three, befriend her. That way either you’ll find out there’s nothing to worry about anyway or make her feel really bad about trying to steal your man. That’s probably the most scheming one, while also being the healthiest, which is weird, but hey.” She actually listed the options off on her fingers. Most of the Mikaelson family would probably lean towards option one. She openly admitted as such, Elijah might balk at the idea but could turn annoyingly caveman over Katherine. And while Nik was usually such an option three kind of man, when it came to Caroline, he really did go all brooding male about things. “Love is ridiculous, Kol. I mean just look at our family and the things we do for love for each other. We stick with Nik even after he daggers us, I went to Hell for him and would do the same for you and Elijah. Why would romantic love be any more sane?”

Kol couldn't help snickering at that comment, but there was a certain part of him that was curious what an angel actually tasted like. Would blood from an angel be as addictive as Crowley's own? He pushed the thought away.

Kol bit his lip as he considered the options presented to him. Honestly, the second option wasn't remotely reasonable at all. Not for him. Sitting back doing nothing and hoping for the best was definitely not his style. The other two, though. They both had a certain level of appeal. On the one hand, Kol would be lying if he said he was anything less than selfish and possessive. But, on the other hand, he had promised Crowley he would try with Anna. "Something tells me it'll end up some weird hybrid version of the first and last." he admitted. "I did sort of already promise to try with her. I mean...she's important to him."

Rebekah had to smirk at the use of the word ‘hybrid’, because hey, that was always an interesting word for their family. But she figured it would be something like that. “So, go with that. It works as a plan, be nice to her, get to know her, while making it pretty clear that Crowley’s yours now.”

She offered him a faint smile. “Who would have seen it, you’re actually being more mature about a relationship than I would be. I mean we all know how I’d handle it if Elena came back, and she’ll always be important to Stefan.” As much as she hated that fact. Oh how she hated Elena for that link there would always be to the man Rebekah married. “Besides, maybe it’ll turn out that they’re not wanting to do anything anyway. Maybe you’ll actually like her, apparently she’s not bad for an angel. Could work as a thing.” Friends with the ex. Apparently people did it all the time. People not Rebekah, admittedly.

Kol couldn't help laughing a bit at the sheer irony of it. "Kind of crazy, isn't it? Me, being sane and mature about anything, ever." Not that it would be easy, by any means. He was rather possessive of the demon and he wasn't sure this 'be nice, try to befriend her' thing wasn't going to backfire and blow up in his face.

Still, that thing Rebekah had suggested was still running wild in his head. Was that really what all this was? Was he actually, dare he even think it, in love with the demon? The idea of it was still rather terrifying to Kol, if he were entirely honest. But he supposed, maybe, it wasn't all bad. Or all that far off from the truth. A truth he had apparently needed his baby sister to point out to him to even see it. A truth that now? He had to admit to Crowley.

Rebekah smirked at her brother, her twin, somewhat cheekily. “It’s completely crazy, I never thought I’d see the day where you were actually sane about something.” She loved him completely, but he really was the crazy one of the family, often something of a maniac. And all the more fun for it, admittedly.

Impulsively she moved over and kissed his cheek before resting her head on his shoulder, snuggled into his side. “I love you. And whatever happens, you know I’ve got your back, right? Always and forever, that includes bitch slapping any angel who tries to make a move on my brother’s man.”

"I don't think any of us thought we'd see the day that happened." He admitted, laughing softly.

He wrapped his arm loosely around her shoulders as she snuggled into his side, resting his cheek against the top of her head. "Love you, too," he said, smiling a bit at the sentiment. "I knew you were my favorite for a reason." he chuckled softly. After a moment, he let out a soft sigh, "Bekah...what've I gotten myself into?"

Rebekah couldn’t help being a little smug at being told she was the favorite. Because really, she loved hearing that. “I don’t know, Kol. Seems to me you’ve gotten yourself into a complicated relationship. But you’ll be okay. Promise. You and me, we’ll make sure of it.”

And she wasn’t just saying that. Rebekah would do whatever it took to make sure her brother was alright. After all, he’d do the same for her. They were a team.