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

He nodded a bit, so far all of this was piecing together easily enough. She was being an open book. He had to admit, he was surprised.He hadn't expected her to open up so easily to him. "What were they making you do? What did you put your foot down over that made them block you?" Kol had a feeling that ultimately, it wouldn't matter not here, because everyone's magic worked the same in Lawrence as it did at home generally, but it might help him understand her reason, her desperation for the turn to Expression.

"Of course he made it sound harmless! That doesn't mean you don't ask questions and grill him to death over--" he shook his head, but before he could brush it off, move past the judgment he was doling out just then, the wind picked up, leaves were falling and his eyes locked on hers. "Bo-nnie," his tone was sing-songy and there was a little smirk hidden somewhere inside of his voice, though it was nowhere to be found in his face. He was amused, even if he shouldn't be. "You didn't mean to (...)