kai parker

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alexanderclaire‌:

“Waiting is hardly ever easy.” the Claire agreed as he took a turn. He was so close he could hardly contain his excitement, drumming his fingertips against the steering wheel as he continued to close the gap between the two of them. “Well where are we getting the ice cream? Should I park and come to you or do you want me to pick you up?”

“How tinted are your windows again?” the elder asked, wearing a thoughtful expression that could only be relayed through the tone of his voice. “And yes, this information is pertinent to my answer. Though who could say no to being driven around the city by such a dashing young man...” The thought left the heretic to sigh dreamily.

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brokenbcnnett‌:

“On this one occasion, I think we can agree on something.” In the afterglow of the loss she listened to his commentary, and she’d never felt as at peace as she did with him in that moment as she offered him nothing more than a shrug. Looking up at him as she rested next to him, a small smile on her face as she stared up at him. She’d already had said the three words she’d been too afraid to say before, she didn’t see the harm in saying two more. “Marry me.”

The gaze he wore sparkled like a star. “You say one, but I’ve been keeping a list. We’re at least on occasion three.” Kai hadn’t found many, if not a single other, that he could enjoy the silence with as much as he could with Bonnie. No last words required; no banter. Just her and him, together, and what a reprieve it was from the storm that came crashing through him when she broke the silence. His undead heart beat hard in his chest, and he could feel his blood chill -- or was it just his skin flushing?  He couldn’t be sure. “Yes,” blurted out of him, though he realized instantly after that it wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement. No, Bonnie had presented a scenario that needed no answer. “Yes.”

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vivicnnc‌:

“Don’t thank me.” Her reply was quick, cutting him off before he could add something else to his gracious statement. She wanted to remember this moment the way it was, good and easy. Progress. “I should be the one thanking you.”

“How about.. we both agree to a stalemate.” Then, in a slow, and hesitant display, the heretic opened his arms to her. A pause, a silent question accompanied with an escape clause. “Y’know... If you’re up for it.”

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lockwolftm‌:

“You don’t remember a lot about anything. That’s kind of a big part of being an amnesiac”

“Look, being right about things isn’t going to make me like you faster. You tried to kill me, which usually goes one of two ways... You die, or I end up falling in love with you. So far there’s been little in-between. Which, do tell, do you prefer?”

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brokenbcnnett‌:

“True.” the Bennett conceded, waiting patiently or the answer to her question. His response caught her off guard, and she found herself staring at the heretic for a moment, trying to find something to say, something to do, but it didn’t take long for an answer to come to her. Leaning over. Bonnie kissed him gently for just a moment before pulling back to look up at him with a warm smile. “What did I do to deserve you…?”

“Not complaining, just making sure we’re on the same page.” Only when her touch softened did his grin soften, too -- the touch he had on her exuding only warmth and affection. He had stayed perfectly still when she kissed him, only to look at her like she was the only thing in this world to see as she pulled away. “I don’t think I ever expected the context of that to change on me. Congratulations, Bonnie Bennett.. you’ve officially lost your mind.” 

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bsbennett‌:

“Guess they couldn’t have their prisoner escape his life sentence because of something as simple as death.” It was a thought that had been running through her head ever since Kai had pulled his reappearing act. They’d stuck him in an entirely different dimension, without so much as the sound of birds for comfort, and to top it off, they’d made sure he’d be stuck in the repeating hellscape until the end of time, or the end of the coven he so desperately wanted to finish off. It was undeniably cruel, effective, and in a sick way, ironic. “Perspective is key.” Resuming with sipping at her soup, each bite becoming a little easier as she grew accustomed to the discomfort. She’d even found a rhythm when he said something that made her roll her eyes before shooting a look that made it more than clear just how believable she found his sentiment given the past twenty-four hours. The witch tried to go back to her soup, but then he asked a question, and she found herself giving him her attention. Looking at him suspiciously, waiting for the gemini to expand on his comment before finally relenting with “I’m sure I’m going to regret it, but sure, why not.”

Kai shrugged a shoulder. “I exhausted all the ways that I could think of,” he explained vaguely, as Bonnie was already given a taste of it when he had caught her and Damon in the act of fleeing. “They were pretty thorough.” He held the topic loosely, like he was too enamored with his soup to care about his unobtainable expectation of death. As for expecting her to believe anything he said, well, he wore nothing that resembled surprise. No, he hadn’t reacted at all, like he wasn’t watching carefully when her eyes rolled hard into the back of her head. His question grabbed her focus though, and the siphon is doing his best to contain his excited grin. The bowl is placed haphazardly on the couch behind him after he’d gotten onto his feet, standing between it and her. Then, in a fluid motion, Kai is pulling his shirt up and over his head -- exposing the puffy and red scar between his ribs about the size of silver dollar. Like he’d mentioned, it didn’t look like something that was under a day old, but it was clearly the aftermath of a pickaxe punching a hole through his chest. 

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sciencesexual‌:

“Well, even if you don’t have your memory, at least you still have your attitude…"  Wes surmised. "With my charisma, my money, and some other things..”

“You can say BIG DICK. It’s not going to make mine recede into my pelvis.” 

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thescourned‌:

“I created immortality, and the cure to immortality. I can do whatever I want.” Her statement had more bite than she’d meant it to, but she certainly wasn’t about to apologize for it. “The more annoying you are, the less likely it is that I’ll be willing to help you.” Who has to have that explained to them? “We’re going to get you out of there as soon as we can, in the mean time you’re going to have to be patient. Think you can manage that?”

“Point taken,” he slurred, starting to drift a little back into whatever kind of crazy his mind  (and soul, technically)  was shoved into. “Okay... I can be patient. It’s better than Hell. I didn’t like Hell at all.” A long pause. “Is Alex okay?”

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bsbennett‌:

“Have you gotten stitches without anesthetic before?” the Bennett witch bluntly asked the siphoner, rolling her eyes at the grin on his lips. She did simmer down a bit after his next comment, but her eyes were still on him as she weighed her options. Trusting him versus trusting herself not to get far without the stitches. When he looked her in the eye she held his gaze, looking for some sort of sign of what was going on behind those grey eyes, but he was hard to read, and once again she was left with more questions than answers. “You didn’t seem to like that idea when it came to paying for what you did to your family…” It was a low blow, but it was one she was proud of, even if it was offered in a low whisper. It wasn’t until it left her lips that she considered his other comment, and found herself asking “Such as?”

“No,” he answered, pausing thoughtfully. “I heal pretty fast here. It’s not instantaneous, but I haven’t cared enough to help it along or anything.” He looked over to the witch, gears turning behind his gaze. He doubt the same applied to the Bennett. The world didn’t work the same around her and Damon as it did for him, for reasons that seemed to make some sort of sense. So much so that Kai wasn’t willing to risk trying it out. Not in that moment, anyway. There was a soft nod at her words, not denying them in the slightest. “I still believe what I did was in retaliation to what they did to me, but I’ve spent a lot of years here. It puts things in perspective.” He explained whilst taking on an almost knowing smile. Her question had cracked a grin, though. “I like you, Bon. If this is going to be goodbye, I want it to actually be good.” Another spoonful of soup later and Kai’s watching the witch curiously. “Do you want to see mine?”

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jolaughlin‌:

She’s shaking as she listens to her brother tries to explain it to her. Tears streaming down her face as he holds onto his composure as she’s effectively falling to pieces in front of him. But she can’t help but shake her head as he repeats his sentiment over and over and it’s ringing in her ears. “We didn’t do anything, Kai.” She’s whispering, whimpering as she tries to pull herself together, pull the pieces back, but she can’t, and she’s too far gone. Us. We. Us. We. “You got out."  This time she’s louder, wiping the tears from her eyes though her efforts are fruitless as new tears replace the old almost immediately. "You got out!” Now it’s a scream, broken, jagged, but it gets the idea across. 

“You survived, you thrived, you won. You got everything you ever wanted and put everything behind you like it never mattered at all. Like they never mattered at all. And I didn’t. I can’t.” The power in her voice is gone, but her pain takes the place as she steps away from him. “I’m alive, but I didn’t survive. I’m haunted everyday by the coven, by our family, and by you.” The tears have slowed, but not by her own choice, she’s just run out of tears. “Because now I close my eyes and I’m reliving it. I’m hearing our siblings screaming and running for their lives. I’m laying on the floor bleeding with a hunting knife sticking out of me while they’re dying and I can’t do anything to help them.” Her voice is shaking again, and she’s unraveling ever faster, but she can’t stop now, no way can she stop now. “I close my eyes and they’re gone, and you’re gone, and it’s just me and my unrelenting guilt." 

Deep breaths that should provide relief don’t do the trick and she feels like she’s suffocating but she still can’t stop.  "I close my eyes and I’m holding Luke as he dies in my arms because I failed him just like I failed all of them.” The tears are back, not that it changes the scene. “Everyday since I came back, I had to live my life like that, and if that wasn’t enough, now, now I close my eyes and I see Bonnie Bennett die strapped down to a table and I feel everything you felt when her heart stopped.”

She shouldn’t have done that, she shouldn’t have said that, she shouldn’t have said any of that. Her hands go up to her head, fingers grasping at her scalp as if a last attempt of maintaining some control as she’s finishing her spiral. A calm starts to set, but she’s so far gone she’s not sure it can provide the relief she needs. “You got out, Kai, but I’m stuck living with ghosts of everyone I’ve ever failed.” She’s breathing, she’s backing up and she’s trying to pick herself back up as she looks up to her brother again. Nearly identical eyes looking at each other, and even still, holding his gaze is almost more than she can bare. “I’m stuck reliving every terrible moment. The screams, the hopelessness, the guilt… all while I’m trying my hardest to hold it together for my kids and my family and for you… I fell through, Kai. We both carried the weight, but now I’m carrying it all on my own… and I-I don’t know how much longer I can do it alone.” Another pause, and another jagged breath. “But you survived, and you made it out alive… and I’m trying really hard not to hate you for it. And it’s getting harder and harder the more you talk about us and how we defied all the odds… so please, just, stop.”

He didn’t understand why she would be shaking her head at him. It made him brow knot, gray eyes burning in their confusion. Was he not explaining himself correctly?  Were there words that he didn’t possess, or had he put the ones he did know in the wrong order?  His mouth opened to reiterate yes, we did -- but he was busy coiling up in his own tension spring at the way she was rejecting his gospel. And then she spoke again, and Kai’s teeth scrapped painfully together as his jaw tightened. Her scream was like a smack to his face. It left him wide-eyed and frozen solid. But it did very little to disarm him. 

The distance between them-- the very same that she had worked so hard for-- hadn’t lasted long. It wasn’t just a physical disengage. He could feel her start to shut him out, all over again. So when he made his advance on her, it was a quick and cold movement. His hands took each of her own, raising their joined fists between them as his fingers clenched uncomfortably around hers. “Josette.” He probably gave her a quick jerk to grab her attention. “Share it with me,” he demanded in a quiet, yet far from soft tone.

The expression he wore gave nothing but determination in the heavy way his features fell; a resolve to every line, paired with a flaming gaze. It was like every part of him was focused, so much so that he almost felt numb -- watching the scene from an aerial view. “I won’t run from you anymore.” As for his confirmed suspicions that Jo knew more than she wanted to let on... That would be a battle for another day. Tomorrow’s demon. 

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bsbennett‌:

Bonnie watched as he set the bowl beside her, waiting until he was a few steps away before carefully maneuvering herself to retrieve it. With the bowl in hand, she took the soup slow, choosing to focus on the broth at first. The last thing she needed to do was overdo it. “Thanks for the soup.” It was quick, practically painless, but thanking the man who had shot her not long before still left a bitter taste in her mouth. “But at least I won’t have to deal with knowing that I let you stab me over and over again with a needle for the sake of practice."  If the witch was honest, she wasn’t sure what she feared more, the idea of the siphoner teaching himself to sew on her, or the idea of him being so close to her at all. "I don’t want to rely on anything or anyone. Things like that are what got me stuck here in the first place.”

“They’d be more like little pricks...” The grin he wore wasn’t helping his case, visibly amused by the way she expressed her concern. “But it wouldn’t be for the sake of practice. It’s to help you heal.” The final statement was delivered as a factual matter, Kai pausing to take a sip of his own soup as gray eyes fell on green. “Whatever you want, though. I figured I’d at least offer,” he began, stirring his bowl’s hot contents. “I'm a terrible person but I’m not completely out of mind. I hurt you, and it’s only polite to take some responsibility for my actions.” He gave a shrug that almost looked bashful as he leaned into the elbow that was propped on the couch’s arm. “Among other reasons...”

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brokenbcnnett‌:

“Aren’t I always?” There’s a brilliant smirk on her lips as she hangs on to every word. Her eyes got big, and she turned her head at his last response. “You think you should get to kill him?” she asked, kind of taken aback. “How so?”

“Sure, but you’re usually blaming that on me.” Bonnie’s reaction wasn’t.. ideal, and the heretic was sobering quickly from it. His smile faded to something resembling humility. “If anyone is going to avenge you.. I’d want it to be me.”

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bsbennett‌:

“The third must have just been torturous.” While normally she found it in poor taste to laugh at her own jokes, she made an exception for this once case as she looked over and offered a smirk of her own to the heretic. The laughter was instantly a mistake, her side throbbing in protest and she sucked in a short breath. It was going to get worse before it got better, but that didn’t mean she had to find ANY pleasure in the pain the healing process brought. Then he mentioned the stitches again and her side seemed to ache intentionally to make her consider the offer.  “I don’t want to be permanently scarred from agreeing to be your test dummy on my forever vacation to nineteen-ninety-four-hell.” she argued, though her insistence was waning. The witch took the water he offered, taking a sip as he mused about a wheelchair, “I’ll take my chances on my own two feet.”

Before too long, Kai had returned to the kitchen and was soon back in the main room, placing Bonnie’s bowl at her nearest end table. “You’d scar anyway,” he pointed out before blowing at a spoonful of his own dinner. He had sat himself at the opposite couch, sitting on the arm of it specifically with one leg on the cushion and the other leg swinging idly below. His head picked up curiously. “Are you saying that because you just don’t like the idea of me being helpful, or do you just have a thing against wheelchairs?  And help in general.” He was planning on getting the supplies anyway. She couldn’t stop at least that. Probably would wait for her to fall asleep. 

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jolaughlin‌:

The silence filling the room could have suffocated the witch, but looking at her brother all but ripped her heart from her chest. His expression dug into her, leaving her wonder how she could breathe when her lungs felt like they were filled with led, and his words sliced her like a knife. He wasn’t wrong, but she found irony in it. Fair? Of all the things to go with, that was what he chose? “Nothing in our lives has ever been fair, Kai.” There’s something there, as her fingers dug into her palms, slicing into them and then something peculiar happened. Was she laughing or crying? She didn’t know, and she didn’t think could tell anymore if she tried. “Nothing has been fair, and it never will be. Fair doesn’t exist for people like us.” Was is something they’d done, or were they paying for the sins of their ancestors and a coven long dead?  Either way, they were doomed from the moment they took their first breath, forced to take the world on with no idea of the ruin that awaited them. Then he asked the question, and the witch finally had her answer: She was crying. “I don’t know.” A pause, a laugh, and repeat. “I really don’t know.”

“But we got out, Jo,” he said in defense. A jump in his tone. “We were born and bred to bear the weight of an ancient coven. We grew to love and hate each other just to end up twisted and scarred. Everything was stacked against us and we made it out alive...” He breathed in quickly, feeling it hard to keep his focus; to not fall apart at the sight of his twin crying in front of him. It was never as satisfying as it should have been, even when it was super intentional. “We should have rotted through that chapel floor together but there was something waiting for us on the other side of that fateful night. Not our coven -- US.” Kai didn’t care if they weren’t the only ones that were resurrected. He didn’t even care about the nonsense of vampirism being cured. All he could think about was that he was back on this cruel earth.. but not alone. “I’m not.. I won’t be the one to say it means something but, it’s something, isn’t it?”

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elegilbert‌:

“It’s really not that big of a deal, it’s just nice, you know?” Of course he knew, he’d spent nearly eighteen years eating alone, doing everything alone, and her own experience didn’t even begin to compare. She didn’t let any of it stop her from being excited at the promise of a dinner with him, a night to think about anything other than how empty her bed felt, and how quiet the house was without him or the kids around. This was a distraction she’d been craving for, and she wasn’t even disappointed when the heretic didn’t comment on her offer of Bonnie joining them next time. Baby steps. Riding on the high his grin provided, the doppelganger nodded along with the sentiment. It would be a lie though to say that for a moment she wasn’t slightly concerned by his phrase of choice. God, did she hope that it was just that, an expression. “Let’s go.”

There was something about the way she looked at him when she spoke. Kai had little memory of speaking to the Gilbert -- very few instances where she was present for his tale, yet he could nearly feel how deeply she did know him. Likely in ways he didn’t know were possible. It was haunting, but there was something else, too. The closet word to the feeling would have to be relief, but even then it would be a stretch. “After you, my lady,” he hummed rather confidently -- taking his own coat rack and opening the door for her. He knew she was looking forward to this. Or he figured, seeing as she asked, but a part of him was.. something too. Curious, maybe. Intrigued and wanting to know more.

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vivicnnc‌:

“You’ll never have to say goodbye again.” Vivienne offered weakly, a weak smile crossing her lips as she looked at the other heretic. “I don’t want you to.”

He shouldn’t have. Not the first day, and not any day after. He knew that the moment it happened -- in the way his stomach churned at the thought of handing his twins back to their mother and never again holding them. The chill that ran down his spine, knowing he would never know them. He could never be there to support them. Even if the whole world crumbled before them, it was his duty to stand by and simply bear witness to it. And it ruined him. For years. “Thank you,” the heretic offered softly -- emotion bubbling up through his chest. He only ever wanted to do right by them... and it never did feel right. 

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thescourned‌:

“I could.” the witch admitted, though she showed absolutely no sign of interest regarding that suggestion. She didn’t want to add weight to her words, but the silence that followed was damning in itself. “I can do anything I want to.” But it was too late, the pause was too long and the damage was done. “Just sit back, relax, be patient, and don’t be annoying." 

“You don’t seem convinced. I was kind of expecting you to seem convinced.” He didn’t seem very invested, despite his quandaries. As curious as the situation was, he wasn’t exactly paying the closest in attention. “Is the annoying bit a personal request, or will that actually derail my resurrection?  Because we may have a problem with that.”