Kol Mikaelson [open to Mikaelson Manor, otherwise narrative]; Just feels. Because he won't stfu in my head. Seriously, that's all this is, it's not even important. Late night Sunday, June 22, 2014; His room, Mikaelson Manor TBD; Complete
Kol was not okay. That much was obvious even to the most oblivious person on the planet. Fact was, he was completely overwhelmed. It had been one thing after another lately and before he had time to truly deal with one problem, another was being piled on top of that, followed by three more, and now? Now, he was spiraling. So many things were going on right now and honestly? He felt like every bit of it was his fault. He'd even told Marcel as much.
As if there hadn't been enough already between Crowley's insane plan to fix this war between Heaven and Hell, facing the idea of losing his demon, trying to find a way around that, Elena bloody Gilbert showed up. Her arrival had hardly done him any favors, it had all but sent him into a tailspin and the threat he had thrown out at her hadn't done much for the family's reputation as a whole. Some mystery poster had gone on and on about how to "deal with" his family and little Bo, worried about whatever was being said, had gone on to warn the older Mikaelson brothers about what was being discussed. Int he end, she ended up upset because of everyone arguing about her, which had definitely been his fault, because it was his fit over her seeing the post in the first place that had started all the aruing.
Three of his siblings weren't even at home and were considering moving out completely. Henrik refused to speak to him, Caroline was pissed at him, and Nik was....being Nik. Crowley and Ruby's friendship didn't exactly seem to be holding up lately and that seemed to be because of him as well. Much as he hated the Winchester demon, he never would have tried to actively break the friendship his demon had with her, but he seemed to not even have to try. Ruby would surely lay blame on him eventually.
It was like a domino effect. One thing led to another to another until finally, everything just felt like it was crumbling down on top of him. It was more than Kol knew how to deal with. It made him want to run, it's what he'd done for a milenia. Stick round until things got to be too much, then jet as far from the family as possible and travel for awhile. But wasn't that what had started a lot of this in the first place? A few days at Crowley and Anna's, that had been his only intent when he left. But Elijah was going to leave to be with his whore the same night, leaving Caroline, in her already frazzled state, alone with Henrik. Then everyone was pointing fingers and screaming "abandonment", all the while, claiming maybe they just needed a break from each other because being under the same roof and forced to see the people you were angry at couldn't help matters. The contradiction of it all made his head spin.
And then Jacen Solo with his oh-so-brilliant plan. Actually, Kol could see the reasoning behind it. Because whether he liked to admit it or not, Solo was right. They all had such issues with truly understanding each other, their feelings, their points of view...to be able to truly, literally feel what the others felt, to really understand where they all stood...well, it would either fix a slew of problems or create a ton of new ones.