[ this one-trick pony town does not understand the meaning of reasonable. elena, who has the face of a woman kol loathes, tries to make peace with him. kol doesn't understand the meaning of that word, but he likes to pretend he does. after all, he knows the definition of piece. "damon salvatore in pieces" is one of his favourite sentences. but she insists, with that face of hers that does nothing to him, that she meet with the most reasonable person of their band of merry little soon-to-be-six-feet-under misfits. he agrees, since elijah forces him to. reacting to damon running his hand through his hair like he's a child or his brother had set kol off a few days prior. unfortunately for damon, kol didn't quite have his bat in hand. he made do with breaking the leg of a chair while elijah tried to negotiate peace between niklaus and the salvatore brothers.
he meets with her at the place where the witches burned. it's not exactly a safe, mutual spot, since kol's been locked in a box for years and hasn't really made friends with the local bars just yet, but it's one where bonnie's threatened just as much as he is. if what he hears is correct, which he imagines it isn't. he's come to learn to expect the worst from everyone, from family to friends to mortal enemies. with him is his bat, who he's quite fond of finding the most appropriate name for, and he waltzes into the joint like he owns the place.
it's darker than he expects, smelling of dust and smoke. he expects the witches to smite him down the minute his foot crosses the threshold, the moment they bring him closer to their descendent. ]
Miss Bonnie.
[ it shows on his face that he's a bit surprised to find her by herself; he glances around, eyebrows raised, and makes a point of gesturing wide, the bat merely an extension of his arm. he does grin, since the shit-eating grin is permanently stuck to his face these days. ]
i tried my hardest. set anywhere in s3 or an au of s4 idc idc.
he meets with her at the place where the witches burned. it's not exactly a safe, mutual spot, since kol's been locked in a box for years and hasn't really made friends with the local bars just yet, but it's one where bonnie's threatened just as much as he is. if what he hears is correct, which he imagines it isn't. he's come to learn to expect the worst from everyone, from family to friends to mortal enemies. with him is his bat, who he's quite fond of finding the most appropriate name for, and he waltzes into the joint like he owns the place.
it's darker than he expects, smelling of dust and smoke. he expects the witches to smite him down the minute his foot crosses the threshold, the moment they bring him closer to their descendent. ]
Miss Bonnie.
[ it shows on his face that he's a bit surprised to find her by herself; he glances around, eyebrows raised, and makes a point of gesturing wide, the bat merely an extension of his arm. he does grin, since the shit-eating grin is permanently stuck to his face these days. ]
A little dead for a party, isn't it?