[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
Fine, actually. Bit weak in the knees, but I'm sure that will pass with time.
[ He's been worse. He's been so much worse. So if his feet hurt and his senses are in overdrive, if he has trouble focusing and has to strain to keep his own magic and the residue of the ritual from just doing whatever, well. It's a small price to pay. ]
What about you? That spell was nothing to scoff at.
[ Most other witches would've burned themselves out trying. He's surprised she's even on her feet, all things considered. ]
[ She gives him a small smile, pleased that there seem to be no awful side effects to the spell. He was alive, in his own body, with his magic, and the hex was long gone. ]
I'm fine. [ She's not going to mention the headache because it's nothing important compared to everything else going on. ] I thought I'd be more tired...
[ If they got weird looks on the way to her apartment, or if anyone was actually around to give her weird looks, well she didn't notice, her full attention was on him. It's kind of a surprise to her how easy it was to get him from the tomb to her place but there they are at her front door. Right keys.
Her free hand fishes through her pockets looking for them. When she finds them she pauses, looking up to Kol. ]
My apartment isn't as big as your family house. [ Sudden nerves???? ]
[ The further they walked, the less he needed to lean on her. In fact, he had the attention to spare to give some of those who stared at them a brilliant, shit-eating grin. This is all going awfully easily, all things considered, though, perhaps he should be waiting for the other shoe to drop? Ah, but for right now he isn't worrying quite yet. ]
It isn't? [ Feigned shock goes here. ]
Well that's definitely going to ruin everything about spending a night at my girlfriend's place for the first time.
[ The look she gives him says a million things, and none of them are too nice. But then he offers his own form of reassurance, and anything fiery dies on her tongue, instead she moves to unlock the door and help him maneuver through it. It was surprisingly large for something a 17 year old without a job would have, but then, Marcel had a lot of connections. It takes no effort at all to help him over to one of the reclining chairs by the sofa.
His implication makes her frown though. ]
Are you only spending the night? [ That's the loaded question she fixes him with when she closes the door behind them, hanging her keys on a key holder by the door. Have fun with actually having loaded girlfriend questions Kol, because that's definitely a thing that's happening now. ]
[ Kol slumps into the chair with all the grace a new body affords him, which isn't a lot. Adjusting the tapestry still draped over him is more of an afterthought, but she may appreciate that he remembered to all the same. Sitting down gives him a chance to observe, but where he could be finding out things about her place, he's just watching Davina. ]
That depends on what you're inviting me for. Are you asking me to move in with you?
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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?
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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?
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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. ]
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... 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? ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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.
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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?
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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?
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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.
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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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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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[ He's been worse. He's been so much worse. So if his feet hurt and his senses are in overdrive, if he has trouble focusing and has to strain to keep his own magic and the residue of the ritual from just doing whatever, well. It's a small price to pay. ]
What about you? That spell was nothing to scoff at.
[ Most other witches would've burned themselves out trying. He's surprised she's even on her feet, all things considered. ]
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I'm fine. [ She's not going to mention the headache because it's nothing important compared to everything else going on. ] I thought I'd be more tired...
[ If they got weird looks on the way to her apartment, or if anyone was actually around to give her weird looks, well she didn't notice, her full attention was on him. It's kind of a surprise to her how easy it was to get him from the tomb to her place but there they are at her front door. Right keys.
Her free hand fishes through her pockets looking for them. When she finds them she pauses, looking up to Kol. ]
My apartment isn't as big as your family house. [ Sudden nerves???? ]
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It isn't? [ Feigned shock goes here. ]
Well that's definitely going to ruin everything about spending a night at my girlfriend's place for the first time.
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His implication makes her frown though. ]
Are you only spending the night? [ That's the loaded question she fixes him with when she closes the door behind them, hanging her keys on a key holder by the door. Have fun with actually having loaded girlfriend questions Kol, because that's definitely a thing that's happening now. ]
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That depends on what you're inviting me for. Are you asking me to move in with you?
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