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[ She'd said that he wasn't as cute as Kaleb but now, being in person with that face, she can see she was wrong - it has her stunned for a moment. ]

It worked. [ The words are breathed out, and she looks around the room as if looking for the spirits of the ancestors that helped her. ] It worked! [ This time a huge smile has found its way on her face.

And when he speaks, all the fear of the unknown - the fact that he didn't look like the Kol she knew, melts away. Her smile doesn't falter as her legs move almost on their own, bringing her close to him so she can reach out to rest a hand against his cheek. It's tentative and soft but the hesitation doesn't last before she's pulling his face towards her and leaning in to press her lips against his, not caring about the situation, not caring that he probably still needs to catch his breath, get his bearings.

He understood her, he was there for her when no one else was. He was the only one that meant anything out of his siblings; the other Mikaelsons could rot for all she cared.

And she's crying, still, harder, and she pulls back to choke out a laugh, still smiling. ]

It's you.

Edited (i raise you one editing) 2015-05-07 15:09 (UTC)

[ He couldn't care less about getting his bearings right now, not when she's here, she who saved him, she who brought him back to life, and not because she had anything to gain from it. Kol wraps his arms around her when she kisses him, too stunned to do anything but kiss back. If the light gets a little brighter for a few seconds, if the candles flare all around them, well, the last time he's had this much magic in him to keep in check was... there probably wasn't one. There are much more important things than that right now.
His shoulders shake with breathless laughter, and he doesn't really think about his own tears, instead bringing one hand up to wipe away some of hers. ]

Davina Claire. [ And there's awe in that name, there's reverence. ] You are incredible.

[ The power that stirs from him is impressive, he's powerful, and somehow that doesn't surprise her, he's a Mikaelson witch, Esther's son. She can't help the fact that tears seem to keep slipping past her guard. But a startled laugh bubbles out from her chest. Her hands move to slide up against his arms until they find his shoulders, and then that's when it becomes apparent to her, that Victor Frankenstein probably thought ahead and brought his monster clothes.

She clears her throat trying not to think about it as she finds his gaze, leaning into the hand that wipes her tears away. ]

Well, I am Regent of the Nine Covens of New Orleans - what did you expect. [ She shrugs a shoulder up, as if it's no big deal. That's one way to break the terrifying and thrilling news to him. ] I wasn't going to let my boyfriend stay dead.

[ She pauses, keeping her eyes on his. ] How do you feel?

[ Having just been with the Ancestors... it's not as if it's that big a surprise for Kol. He flashes her a grin when she tells him, about to tell her that of course she is, of course, because there's no witch like her in New Orleans, or anywhere else for that matter, but - there she goes again. Concern. ]

I uh- I feel fine. Sitting, at least, I'm not all sure about trying to stand up quite yet.

[ If he were being honest, he's got no clue how he feels aside from alive and vaguely clumsy, a sort of weakness that he figures is probably to be expected. Not that that stops him, once again wiping away Davina's tears, before his hand shifts up to push her hair out of her face. It doesn't really register that he isn't wearing anything aside from the impression that he likes the feeling of her hands on his skin, but either way, self-consciousness just isn't him. ]

You did just come back to life.

[ She's not about to tell him that using that much power has her kind of tired too. Instead her hands follow his shoulders and neck up to find his cheeks again. She doesn't want to let him go again - she still can't get those horrible images of him dying out of her mind. Fingers idly explore his features as she tries to get used to the new face. Stormy coloured eyes follow her fingers as they traces over his cheek, then over his lips; not at all giving him his personal space. Excuse her whilst she marvels at her handiwork. ]

No cravings for human flesh? Because that's going to be the first thing Josh asks me.

[ She tries to make light of the situation, not quite sure what else to do other than make him feel comfortable. Wouldn't that suck, vampires and zombies. Honestly, Josh will probably call him her zombie boyfriend for a while... But she doesn't intend to tell him she brought Kol back anytime soon - not with what happened to Aiden.

Still the fear itches at the back of her mind, she might blink and it'll all be a dream, or it will all fall apart in front of her. ]

[ He couldn't care less for personal space right now, and it's obvious in the way he leans into her touch. His tears have subsided, even if relief and elation leave him shaky. But here she is, grounding him, and he thinks, if she's there, that's enough. If she's there and she's happy, he doesn't really need anything else.

For a moment, his dark eyes close as he grins at her. She's still as beautiful when he opens them again. Ah, right, there was a question there wasn't there? He shakes his head. ]

Well, he can rest assured. There'll be no zombie apocalypse.

[ A beat - no, he really can't help himself nor does he want to. ]

Are you admiring the results of your work?

I'm sure he'll be glad to hear that.

[ The smile she sports falls as she swallows hard, adrenaline still rushing from the shock and excitement. She'd done all of this to bring back the one person that had had no intention of ever just using her - sure she knows it started out like that, but that hadn't lasted long, at least he doesn't think it did.

Everyone had tried to stop her, to use her for their own means, it only made her miss him more.

His question has her freezing and pulling back a little bit, hands falling from his face and she gives off a soft huff. ]

Maybe I'm just making sure you're put together better than Frankenstein's monster. [ As if she'd admit that she was admiring her work and his looks. ]

Maybe. [ His tone makes it clear he doesn't believe her for a second. He just grins more brightly. ]

I should think it's obvious. [ He extends the arm that's been wrapped around her all this time, glances down at himself, then back at her. ]

This is all your work after all.

[ She follows his gaze before abruptly looking away, fifty shades of pink. ]

And the ancestor's.

[ God, Kol.

She can't help but smile though, even if she is flustered. A hand withdraws to move up and brush her hair behind her ear, not sure if she should mention the fact that she didn't think to bring him clothes or not. Honestly, she didn't know how this was going to go. She almost looks like she's contemplating pulling away from him but then she leans in again, but she stops short of kissing him, instead she looks down at his lips for a moment before her eyes flicker up to his. ]

But I guess I can appreciate that it actually worked.

[ w o r t h i t. He likes the way she blushes. It turns out he likes it even better than when she had been steadfast about not caring for him. And then she's back up close, and his arm wraps around her again, shifting up her back, while with the other hand he brushes the hair away from her neck. It's an exercise in restraint not to kiss her when she's hovering so close he can feel her breath against his lips. His heart races, and he isn't sure it ever has for something like this with anyone but her, doesn't care to examine his memories for it either. ]

Oh, you guess?

[ In the end, Kol has never been good at restraining himself. So he leans in and kisses her, slowly but firmly. He doesn't pull away until he has no other choice, and even then not by much. With her so close, his voice is quiet, pitched low. ]

Suppose I'll have to climb out of here eventually.

[ She's about to make some smart remark but then he closes the distance and kisses her, and she can't complain, not really, when she was the one willing herself not to kiss him out of some sort of pride. So there isn't a moment of hesitation when her eyes fall closed and lips move against his, or in how one of her hands sneaks its way to the back of his neck to thread through dark hair and pull him closer into the kiss, less gentle than she'd been earlier but not at all rough either.

She almost pouts when he breaks the kiss, but once again her pride quiets her, as she waits to hear what he has to say. She takes a short moment before opening her eyes again. To say Davina hadn't forgotten the whole situation when she kissed him would be a lie.

Right, he was still sitting naked in a ritual bed in a tomb. ]

Okay. [ The younger witch seems to falter in her answer, not sure exactly how to broach the subject. ]

I didn't know if this ritual was going to work - or... what would happen.

[ That's... A good start. ]

So I didn't think you'd be coming back... Well. [ She nods her head to the side and down a bit, keeping her eyes on his.

#Awkward. ]

[ There's a split second in which he wonders why she's keeping her eyes that firmly on his before he leans back and starts laughing. ]

Well that is a bit awkward isn't it? I mean with just the two of us I don't rightly mind, but... thoroughly the wrong place.

[ Okay but joking aside, it's still a tomb, and he is going to want to leave it eventually. ]

Ah, is there anyone you could call for help? Or am I your secret right now?

[ She pulls away entirely, with a huff - this is not funny, Kol. ]

I'm sort of keeping you a secret... At least right now.

[ She pauses, eyebrows tugging together and a frown forming on her face. ] Rebekah tried to talk me out of bringing you back. She lied to me about promising to help. They're having some stupid fight with the witch that wants Klaus' baby dead and they keep dragging me into it.

[ She shakes her head, agitation clearly evident. ]

I don't want them dragging you into it. Klaus' enemies aren't our enemies. I'm tired of everyone using me for my powers!

[ Somehow this was the wrong topic, Kol... ]

And I'm not losing you again - not because of them.

[ She doesn't care if they're his family or not. ]

Edited (oops typo) 2015-05-07 20:07 (UTC)

[ Ah, and there it is. That nagging thought he'd been trying not to think about. "Where's Rebekah?" She promised. She swore to him as he died.

... then she tried to keep him dead.

His face falls, and he looks away from her, down to the bottom of his second birthplace. If nothing else, the Original family had always been careful about keeping their word. Perhaps he should have expected this, after the first time she'd mourned him, but... he hadn't.

Now he's torn. There's the bonds of blood that call to him, the only people he has known all his life, the ones whose attention, whose approval, whose love he had yearned for for so long. Then there's Davina, who loves him all without him having to hound her for centuries to pay him any mind. Then there's the Ancestors' whispers echoing through his skull.

He can't make this choice right now.

Kol has to clear his throat before he speaks, before he can make himself meet Davina's eyes again. She is well and truly furious, he can see that much. ]

That's all well and good, but... I only just came back to life, I'm still sitting in a tomb in a ritual bed, and if I had some clothes that might make your life a little easier.

[ Slow down a bit? Please? Maybe? ]

Edited 2015-05-07 20:26 (UTC)

[ His silence on the matter only adds fuel to her anger. ]

You're going to help them? After they lied? Do you know how many hours I spent reading everything you had - every spell! They were going to let you stay dead!

[ And he may very well stay in a tomb in a ritual bed naked.

Something wraps its icy hands around her heart, and there's suddenly a lump in her throat - maybe Vincent was right. The candles around them flare up once again, as she struggles to contain her anger.

All everyone's only done is warn her off Kol, she'd stopped listening to them. ]

I could only use the Ancestor's powers once! I can't do this again, Kol. [ Now she's shaking her head as she tries to get her thoughts in line. ]

What would make my life easier is you not dodging the subject.

[ BALL TOO HARD MOTHERFUCKERS WANNA FINE HER, THERE'S NO SLOWIN' DOWN, ONLY SPEED RACER HERE. ]

[ Oh are we not slowing down FINE ALRIGHT HE CAN DO THAT. ]

I'm not making this choice right now, Davina. I don't want you roped into their mess any more than you do me, and they've done nothing to bring me back twice over now. I know that. [ And there's anger in him, too, narrowed eyes and bared teeth and at this rate the candles will be gone very soon. he shakes his head, to shake it off. Sighs, and it's aggravation more than it is resignation. ]

Look - I promise I'll stay put for as long as you say I need to. Okay?

[ And it's so easy to give her his word. He doesn't think it through, not really, but it's there, between admitting she has a point, and feeling betrayed, and feeling indebted. This is his olive branch. ]

But I'm not gonna just snap my fingers and be okay with someone trying to murder my niece. [ Blood is blood, after all. ]

[ She sets her jaw, lifting her chin just the slightest and puffing her chest out like an angry bird. Not wanting to back down, but his words aren't really a challenge either. But he promises, and with all the promises being dropped around her, well, she's wondering if she can still trust him. ]

Are you lying to me?

[ It's the only question she can manage at this point; short, simple and to the point with how she's felt with everyone lately. ]

That's all anyone ever does anymore. You're the only one that ever meant anything.

[ She can't have him lying to her too, not again, they were past that. ]

I'll talk to the witches, see if I can convince them Dahlia is a threat to us. You all were born witches, that means Hope is part witch too, maybe I can convince them that she would be an important addition or at least that Dahlia taking her or hurting her - or whatever it is she's trying to do would be bad for a potential witch. But you have to promise you won't do anything.

I already promised. Do I have to swear to you? All I can give you is my word, and if that's not worth anything to you, I'm not sure what you want me to do.

[ Even his siblings know he keeps his word. Perhaps it's too much to ask to be believed for once. It hurts, but he doesn't exactly expect her to care right now. ]

No... You've never broken your promises to me. I just don't want to lose you again...

[ She falls quiet, and before she can even help it the tears are back. She's freaking out on him because she doesn't want to lose him, and she's being a jerk, she can tell that much. So she turns away from him quickly and starts walking, and for a moment it looks like she's just going to leave him.

But then she stops by the wall, where a tattered tapestry of some sort was hanging. Leaning up on her tip toes she reaches up and yanks it down, completely covering herself in dust in the process. A pathetic sounding coughing fit (it's not so tough when you're sniffling between coughs) and a few shakes of the thing and she turns back to him, holding it up in question as if to ask if it'll do at least to get him to the playhouse so she can get him clothes... or maybe just bring him to her apartment, she hasn't completely thought through her plan.

There are still tears welled in her eyes and tracks down her cheeks as she awaits his decision on the decrepit piece of cloth. ]

We can move you to the Claire tomb... Or my apartment, your choice.

[ Something in his chest comes precariously close to breaking, seeing her stride away like that. He barely dares to breathe, despite the way her words sounded like an apology, so as she moves, and then stops, his eyes are fixed on her.

He's got some reservations about the tapestry. Honestly, he wants to ask, how long do you figure that's been there, and is the view that bad, but - opens his mouth, closes his mouth again - start over. There would probably be more for him to do at his old playhouse but he's not really thinking about that right now. ]

You're inviting me to your place?

[ Bro you were literally ash and mud a moment ago.

That question causes Davina to raise an arched brow at him; of course that's what Kol focuses on. ]

You're right, after bringing my dead boyfriend back to life - we're not at that point yet are we? Maybe I wouldn't even make you sleep on the couch.

[ She lifts a shoulder up in a lazy shrug; her tears long forgotten for how silly his reaction was. She heads back over to him, holding the tapestry out. ]

Is that where you want to go?

[ Hey now he's trying to be positive here. Definitely grinning, also, and for once not even holding the maybe over her head. ]

Absolutely yes.

[ First, though, how about pulling himself up to climb out of this thing. If the arguement had one thing going for it, it's that he's feeling a little less shaky now. More for her sake than for his own, he grabs the tapestry to cover himself somewhat before he clambers onto the floor. His knees nearly buckle at having to suddenly support his weight, and it isn't the most graceful of landings, but he's nevertheless glad to be out of the thing.

Straightening shakily, and sorting out his gross dusty rag of a tunic, he still gives her a bright smile. ]

Well, after you.

[ His response causes her to grin, ducking her head down to hide behind her hair, when she looks back to him, he's taking the tapestry and she waits for him to get out of the ritual bed. When he does she can't help but hold her hands out, ready to catch him if he couldn't stand, not at all wanting him to get hurt. ]

I see I had to twist your arm.

[ She moves to wrap her arm around him and pull him against her side, hoping to make walking easier. ]

I can stop by the shop across the street and pick you up some clothes too.

[ Because she has mixed emotions about the idea of him prancing around her apartment naked. But she begins moving, slowly, wanting to ease him into walking. ]

Unless you prefer me wrapped in ancient dusty rags, darling.

[ He wraps an arm around her shoulder with the raise of his eyebrows, his smile just slightly wicked. For all that he can't help feeling as weak as he does, he tries not to lean on her too much. A spell like that would have taken a lot out of her, even with the help of the Ancestors. Step by careful step, he finds that walking is a thing he can manage. ]

Aren't you lucky I don't.

[ There's a sly smile on her lips, after all his attempts at wooing her, she's fairly certain if she said she had an ancient dusty rag clad boyfriend kink, he'd try to go there. ]

You okay? [ She feels somewhat bad she's not strong enough to carry him, like he'd done for her. It won't be long until they get to her apartment, but she's still worried about him. Call her fussy, but she hasn't seen him in too long, and she knows he has to be weak from coming back to life, if going off her state of being is anything to go by, he probably feels awful.

The migraine budding in her skull wasn't going to be pleasant, she was sure. ]

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