Kol Mikaelson kills for sport. (itchtokill) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2014-04-17 06:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | anna milton, kol mikaelson |
Kol & Anna; Dealing with a drunk Original
Tuesday, April 15, 2014 sometime after this and before this; Crowley's place!
TBD; In progress
Feelings were stupid sometimes. And confusing. Confusing like Anna, actually.
Kol was drunk. That much was obvious. And the exact level of drunk he was, well, that took some work considering. But it had been needed and he had fun with his brothers, Marcel, Damon and that Peter bloke Kol didn't actually know at all. He had taken heed to Caroline's threats of loud music the next morning, though, decided against going home and instead found himself at Crowley's. Not that the demon was there. He was busy in Hell doing fuck if Kol knew what. He'd been gone a week now and that was longer than his usual couple days trips down there and it was annoying to Kol how much it bothered him. A week. That was not even a drop in the bucket of eternity. And yet, Kol missed him. Feelings were stupid sometimes. And confusing.
Confusing like Anna, actually. Who had been the one to find him draped across the couch about an hour ago. She'd cursed herself into having to deal with him, then, though and he'd dragged her into some conversation he couldn't exactly remember now and here they were, hour later and still talking. He supposed the fact that neither of them actually needed sleep made a difference, here.
Whatever the topic had been before, was long since gone and Kol had actually been quiet for a few minutes. But only a few minutes. "You're really hot, you know that, right? And the Angel thing, that just adds to it. S'like, it makes you forbidden or something and that's just making temptation even greater. That's what you are. Temptress. Unintentional temptress, possibly. But still."