[He's not sure when he last used his blood to heal a mortal. Perhaps a very long time ago, but after a century of nothing, the dates are tricky to keep straight anyway. Kol witnesses this miracle, watches Garrett's face as he realizes what's happening, and all he does is carefully reach around him to remove the arrow out of his back he has not been able to. An easy gesture to misunderstand, caring and nearly gentle in appearance, when he cares only about the result.
Kol's so used to ending life, it's a different sight to see when life returns into someone, the light of it flaring up again instead of being extinguished. As he withdraws his hand, it will seem like a minor thing to Garrett that his flesh, too, knits itself back together, the cut on his hand quickly vanishing.
Kol rises to his feet alongside Garrett. Gratitude is not something he's used to seeing directed at himself. Not at all, not in the least, and certainly not something he's used to inspiring, except perhaps to break it right down again the next moment, witnessing hope turn into despair. Even now, his smile has a predatory edge - even now, he would still be percieved as a threat, despite the help given. In a city where nothing is free and everything has more catches than you'd like to believe, he still isn't planning on holding it over him. Not only is it a small thing for him to do from his perspective, but it yielded more than enough entertainment for him to make up for the minor inconvenience of pain. Not for the first time, Kol feels profoundly alien in this city, but relishes in it. There's something intense about the touch of cold and terrifying alone-ness, knowing that his nature is truly singular, here, shared not even with his family, not even with an immortal creature thousands of years ago.
And yet. And yet, the gratitude is uncomfortable. Sits at odds with him and what he's been for centuries. The urge to tear, to break, to kill rears its very familiar head. For now, Kol keeps it in check.
And as usual, he explains nothing. The result is satisfying enough though. Once again, the mechanical eye glows its eerie blue, and he sees the wakefulness returned to the thief, heightened now after what has happened to him. Wouldn't you like to know. Well, honestly, no, he probably wouldn't.]
Edited (welp there were more words now that I'm more awake.) 2014-04-10 13:30 (UTC)
[For the longest moment, Garrett stares at Kol, eye flaring as he is unsure of what to say, or even do, at this point. He's been given a second chance, a whole point in which he can go about doing things as he should. Most would thank the other and shout in joy, cry, perhaps offer some kind of thanks through embrace or something similar.
But this is Garrett, and Garrett is not one who does thanks or gratitude like a normal person. So he shifts from foot to foot for a second, before swooping backwards into the darkness again. He knows Kol can see him, knows that making any effort to try and hide from him is pointless, so he doesn't. The thief simply turns, hooks the Claw onto a grate, pulls himself up, and heads towards the Clocktower.
It'll be a few days before he goes out again. He's no idiot. Much as he wants to go out and heist, he takes Kol's warning seriously, and so his plans will have to wait. Until then, the City will remain safe from at least one threat it carries in itself.]
[The Original remains. Still smiling, he watches as the thief makes his exit, having recieved all the words he expected to (none). For a short time Kol merely stands, listens to the relative silence of the city, an unending piece of human suffering of many kinds. And it occurs to him that perhaps he should even matters out now, take a life (or several) for the one he saved.
He crouches down, picking up one of the arrows with thumb and index finger, turning it around and over. After a few moments' consideration, he rises once more, the broken off arrow still in hand. The next instant, he's elsewhere already.]
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Kol's so used to ending life, it's a different sight to see when life returns into someone, the light of it flaring up again instead of being extinguished. As he withdraws his hand, it will seem like a minor thing to Garrett that his flesh, too, knits itself back together, the cut on his hand quickly vanishing.
Kol rises to his feet alongside Garrett. Gratitude is not something he's used to seeing directed at himself. Not at all, not in the least, and certainly not something he's used to inspiring, except perhaps to break it right down again the next moment, witnessing hope turn into despair.
Even now, his smile has a predatory edge - even now, he would still be percieved as a threat, despite the help given. In a city where nothing is free and everything has more catches than you'd like to believe, he still isn't planning on holding it over him. Not only is it a small thing for him to do from his perspective, but it yielded more than enough entertainment for him to make up for the minor inconvenience of pain. Not for the first time, Kol feels profoundly alien in this city, but relishes in it. There's something intense about the touch of cold and terrifying alone-ness, knowing that his nature is truly singular, here, shared not even with his family, not even with an immortal creature thousands of years ago.
And yet. And yet, the gratitude is uncomfortable. Sits at odds with him and what he's been for centuries. The urge to tear, to break, to kill rears its very familiar head. For now, Kol keeps it in check.
And as usual, he explains nothing. The result is satisfying enough though. Once again, the mechanical eye glows its eerie blue, and he sees the wakefulness returned to the thief, heightened now after what has happened to him. Wouldn't you like to know. Well, honestly, no, he probably wouldn't.]
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But this is Garrett, and Garrett is not one who does thanks or gratitude like a normal person. So he shifts from foot to foot for a second, before swooping backwards into the darkness again. He knows Kol can see him, knows that making any effort to try and hide from him is pointless, so he doesn't. The thief simply turns, hooks the Claw onto a grate, pulls himself up, and heads towards the Clocktower.
It'll be a few days before he goes out again. He's no idiot. Much as he wants to go out and heist, he takes Kol's warning seriously, and so his plans will have to wait. Until then, the City will remain safe from at least one threat it carries in itself.]
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He crouches down, picking up one of the arrows with thumb and index finger, turning it around and over. After a few moments' consideration, he rises once more, the broken off arrow still in hand. The next instant, he's elsewhere already.]