Kol Mikaelson kills for sport. (itchtokill) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2014-08-09 21:57:00 |
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Kol Mikaelson [Narrative]; General musings & coming home!
Kinda spans Friday/Saturday August 8/9, 2014; Boston/some town in Indiana/Lawrence
TBD; Complete
He would deal with it bit by bit when he got back.
Kol had finally had enough. He was done with his time away, he needed to go home and actually face some things. There was a part of him that was almost certain he'd never really be ready to face them, but...he knew he had to because there was no moving on otherwise. And he couldn't just stay stuck in the mindset he'd been in over the last month. Kol was too social a creature to be so isolated all the time.
The drive back to Lawrence was going to be broken up into a two day stint. He would have to stop somewhere near the middle and get a room at some motel for a night, but he was going home. And he needed to make the conscious effort not to let things get to a point like this again. He'd been so erratic, so completely out of his mind, out of control, he'd nearly drained a girl just because he could. That wasn't okay. Not given everything he had going for him in this world. He had too much to lose for something so reckless.
The stop happened somewhere in Indiana, He didn't do anything of real importance, just stayed to himself in his room with a bottle of scotch he'd picked up somewhere after getting checked in, and otherwise ignored the existence of the rest of the world for awhile. Truth was, Rebekah was right. Rattled as it had made him, there really was no real surprise that he'd slipped that way. He had been dealing with more than enough recently, and he never really dealt with any of it anyway. Just pushed through and ignored it, stuffed it down and pushed it aside.
Have you even really dealt with being possessed yet?, she'd asked.
Well, no. But how was he supposed to do that? People never really got any kind of closure with something like that, did they? And then the list of stressful events she'd listed... it really had been one thing after another in the past year.
But still, it bothered him, the near-fail. He had worked so bloody hard In the past year to toe the line, keep to that truce, and he wasn't sure anyone save his sister and older brothers even truly understood how much more subdued he'd been here. People expected things. Certain behaviors. Rules being followed. And that had never been the sort of person Kol was. But He'd done all right with it, been fine. Til the other night.
Maybe Hal was right. Maybe he was just wearing a mask he didn't deserve. He shook his head, he couldn't dwell on it. It was just a slip. She was fine. Nothing had happened, beyond a normal feeding. It was just fleeting thought that had disappeared as quick as it had come on. He'd just get over it and move on.
After having enough of a rest, Kol checked out of the hotel and began the drive back to Lawrence again. There were still so many things that were so incredibly wrong, and just waiting for him back home--fuck, when had he started thinking of this place as home? Or any place, really? He'd never been the settling down in one place sort. But he would deal with it when he got back. For now, he would keep it all out of his mind.