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Kol Mikaelson kills for sport. (itchtokill) wrote in wariscoming,

"Yeah, that's usually what they want. Abide their rules, their whims and their wishes and you're fine. Buck that authority and they tend to get petty." Which is exactly what it was. Petty, dead witches who couldn't get their way throwing fits at the ones that were still alive. "You were against some of it though, right? Things they asked of you." He'd picked up on that tone in her voice, noticed the frown on her face. Tiny subtle clues, but important ones all the same.

"He didn't offer ir and you didn't bother asking," he couldn't completely keep the judgment out of his voice. Prodigy she was supposed to be, she should have known better, should have asked for every bloody detail. "but would it have mattered? Knowing the risks, do you think you'd have still gone through with it? Or were you desperate enough to do anything to have magic again at that point?" This time though, the judgment was gone from his voice. Back to business, strictly curiosity and piecing things together for their greater purpose. (...)