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This blog is officially archived. I’ll be moving and queueing some old verses over here. Please let me know if you would like to keep or drop certain threads with me so I can get that all in order.
This blog is officially archived. Over the new few days I’ll be moving and queueing some verses over here. Please let me know if you would like to keep or drop certain threads with me.
This blog is officially archived. Over the new few days I’ll be moving and queueing some verses over here. Please let me know if you would like to keep or drop certain threads with me.
This blog is officially archived. Over the new few days I’ll be moving and queueing some old threads over here.
This blog is officially archived. Over the new few days I’ll be moving and queueing some old threads over here.
Probably going to start fresh for Kol on a new blog. My muse for him has just been so on and off (more off than on) for almost a year now so I'm probably going to start over on a new blog.
Sorry about the lack of activity around here, guys. School plus a severe lack of Kol muse equals no will to do replies. Until Kol decides to come back, you can find me over on my Bonnie.
"Why not? :( You even said yourself I'm a good motivator! And not like we haven't done more than that...." The last part was a little mumbled.
"That is until I realized your intentions were purely selfish. If you wanted to see my pecks, all you had to do was pull up my instragram... or ask. I'm easy like that." Dean teases, playfully winking at her. "----What was that? You're mumbling."
The French Quarter | | Kol & Camille
awelcomedrespite:
There were a lot of reasons that they shouldn’t have clicked. Their differences were vast. They did actually have some things in common though and the more time she spent getting to know him the more transparent those similarities were. Camille truly liked Kol, more than she was willing to properly admit to herself. She was playing the foolish game letting time decide how things were going to be. She knew that she’d maybe spilt the beans a little too much tonight in her anger. She’d been hurt to discover the lies he’d been telling her though. She expected it from people like Marcel. She did not expect it from him. They were quick to kiss and makeup though. The reality of the situation was that she needed him and she was going to be completely lost without him. He might be possessive but so was she. She sure as hell wouldn’t be happy if she lost him to some other girl or his family. Cami wanted what she wanted and she was pretty sure it was him. She wanted him to stick around. “You definitely are but I’ll keep it a secret for you,” she told him quietly.
Cami would have purred if she were a kitten. There was something pleasant about just lying tangled up with him on the couch, having his fingers moving through her curls. The night definitely was not a complete loss, especially with the fact he was still stealing pecks. They were making progress whether that was a good or bad thing. They were friends and now they were friends who kissed each other. She had a feeling they would normalize it – act like it was just things people did but it definitely wasn’t. She didn’t care though. She just wanted to keep doing that. They could have easily moved to her bed but this was just fine. They were too lazy to care. “You’ve been around enough time to be able to teach me plenty,” she told him with a sheepish grin. She let a hand move up to stroke his jaw, lazily. “For now, you’re only teaching what requires not moving too much. You’re pretty warm for a dead guy.”
Kol Mikaelson was a lot of things but jealous did not make that lengthy list. He just happened to be possessive of those that he considered to be a part of his inner circle and Camille was one of them. Humans didn't typically make that cut but there were always exceptions to everything. If Marcel continued his game of stalking and pursuing her then Kol would happily tear each of his men limb from limb. After a long history of being ousted by his own family to make room for the self-claimed king of the quarter, he would take such great delight in destroying his little empire. "If it pleases you to think that then by all means." He responds to her with a smirk. He knew that he wasn't jealous, that was all that mattered.
The Marcel issue would have to wait for another day. The remainder of his night would be spent on this couch with a certain pretty blonde on top of him. He wasn't quite sure what THIS was but he didn't much mind their little arrangement. It somewhat reminded him of the relationship he shared with Mary Alice Claire back in the early 1900s. Only difference being that Mary Alice was more of a necessary tool in his hybrid dagger plan than someone he actually gave two hoots about. Shifting his gaze down to hers, an amused grin forms. "You mean an undead guy." He comments before continuing, fingers threading through her curls. "That whole being cold to the touch thing is only a myth. As long as we keep up a healthy blood diet, our bodies function quite similarly to that of humans. Warmth, beating heart and all that."
welcome to new orleans | kol & anna
lonelylilvampire:
It has been so long since Annabelle had a real company to tag along with, at least they were few and far between since her mother was taken away and when they were betrayed by Emily and Katherine. Other vampires had bored her, some far too young, childish and even a little too reckless (the thought of Noah came to mind.) With Kol so willingly letting her trail along with him, Annabelle couldn’t help but follow along like a loyal little puppy.
Her eyes were wide with the joyous celebration going around, yet she quickly scrunched her nose at the crowd as she pushed the drunkards out of her way, so she wouldn’t lose the older vampire. She knew she wanted company—but maybe this was far too much company. Bars weren’t often her preferred scenery anyway.
"Maybe we should go somewhere else." She suggested, frowning deeply as one of the patrons spilled some beer on her dress (it was new too.) "I don’t really like this place…." When she didn’t hear a response, she looked up, brow rose curious. "Kol?"
"Nonsense." He responds, a small mischievous grin forming as he plots his next move. Since his reawakening, Kol had been on his absolute best behavior---- at least to the knowledge of his two older brothers. For the most part, he had kept under the radar and his killing to a minimum. Now he was going to reward himself with some real fun.
Ignoring her suggestions that they leave, Kol gestures for her to follow as he pushes his way through the tightly packed crowd; shoving some people not-so-gently into tables and other people. "What you need to understand is that there IS a such thing as crowd control. We could certainly leave, as you suggested, but the question is should we have to?" Approaching the bar, Kol claps one of the locals on the shoulder to gain his attention and then swiftly pulls him under his influence. "You are going to block the exit. Kill anyone that tries to escape." With an almost robotic nod of his head, the man slips off the stool to do as he is told. Kol repeats the same process with other people occupying the bar.
Once his hired help were in their positions, the Original shifts his attention back to Anna. Right now, she was probably questioning where he was going with this. "It's best that you stand by and observe for now but you're more than welcome to join in on the fun." With a devilish smirk he turns his back to her, reaches across the bar counter, and forcibly pulls the screaming bartender over the top towards him. Kol wastes no time ripping viciously into his throat; his blood spattering across the surrounding the surfaces and sending the surrounding crowd in a state of chaos.
She was trying to find some patience. If Kol was going to become a good, productive member of human society, she needed to show him how. He had become obnoxious and entitled in his centuries of vampire living.
”Says the most insensitive and annoying person I’ve ever met. Less whining and more gratitude would be nice.”
This was easier said than done. Mothering a sick Kol was not on her list of fun activities. For the sake of everyone in the world, she’d endure the torture that was making Kol a good human.
Kol didn't much care for the way she spoke to him. In fact, if he weren't so mortal and weak, he would have silenced her long before now. Right now though, he held no real power so he would have to settle for tormenting her with his words and annoying behaviors.
”Why should I express gratitude towards a bitter Spice Girl reject? You know, I haven't a single clue what my brother sees in you. Must be your cheer flexibility that intrigues him.
Now that tea isn't going to make itself, darling. Chop, chop!”
Smirking, he props his feet up onto the coffee table and awaits some sort of reaction. Being confined to this couch and this house didn't have to be totally unpleasant.
Dean, why do you always take pictures of yourself shirtless at the gym? Are you that vain?
"Really? I'm vain for admiring the progress I've made at the gym? It's called a selfie. Go on instagram and you'll see about a million other people taking the same pics."
So is Julia allowed to tag along with you to the gym now that you guys are dating, Dean?
"Not unless she stops drooling every time I do shirtless pull ups."
Klaus couldn't stop the grin that spread wide across his features. "No need to get snippy, little brother! I'm simply here to make sure you're doing well. After all, as the head of this family, it's my duty to make sure everything's operating smoothly. Now, you're likely to get the rest of the house sick, so I've commissioned a plastic bubble to be made for your quarantine. Consider this a - belated valentine's gift or early birthday present. You're so bloody lucky to have me as your brother."
Throwing the blanket off with an exasperated sigh, Kol turns his head and shoots a glare at him. If he weren't so cursed with human weakness, he'd like to give hisneck a good twist. How blissful the house would be foran hour or so. If only...
"I'm bloody fantastic. Now go away before I'm tempted to hurl my bottle of Nyquil at your head.
My apologies, dear brother, but did you just refer to yourself as the head of this family? Are you feeling unwell? Would you like a cold press for your head? Clearly my fever has passed on to you. Perhaps I should alert the vet..."
lonelylilvampire:
She think she sees the brief glimpse of surprise on his face at her words—she isn’t quite sure though. It’s quick to come as it is to disappear. But he seemed pleased.
Would he like her more if she shared more? She wasn’t a witch, she didn’t have magic, but she knew things, more than what he could possibly have known from her. After all she was one of the few who knew of his very existence.
"My mother and I had traveled a lot. Encountered many witches, alchemists. Most of them didn’t know what they were doing. But every now and then, we met someone who was as real.”
She danced around the table, eyes carefully expecting each object; she was careful not to touch, unknowing what destruction each dark object.
"Back in my old homeland, we have something similar called liàn dān shù. I’m unsure if there is a right English for it. It focuses more on medicine and the body. Practitioners of liàn jīn shù and liàn dān shù have something in common—their quest for immortality.”
Her eyes suddenly widened at his words.
"Is that possible?"
"Well that's what kemiya is, darling. It'll allow us to change the elemental foundation of the dagger to ensure it's effective use on my brother. So yes, it is very possible. Once my witches are familiar enough with the magic, we'll use one of these diamonds as a source of power to create the dagger."
Momentarily turning his back to her, Kol approaches a shelf across from the table and returns to her with a tiny diamond pinched between his forefinger and thumb.
"It's small but effective. We've already created a number of dark objects using these diamonds.
Now then. Tell me more about this liàn dān shù."
Pocketing the diamond, Kol gives Anna his full undivided attention . Liàn dān shù was a type of magic he had yet to be educated on and being a former witch with a retained appreciation for the craft, his interest in the subject was peaked.