( @herstolenson ) « made this for you :)
IT WASN’T THAT he was particularly good with kids more than his family being particularly bad. That was what he told himself, at least, when his nephew showed up with tear tracks cutting through his dirty cheeks and bright eyes looking straight up at him. In the end, it hadn’t matter much what Esther had done to her kids, ostensibly for her children: they’d managed to ruin another generation even still.
He wasn’t sure what to do with a kid. For his most part, Kol had stayed away from them, or had at the very least not gone seeking them out. But despite Bekah’s baby fever and Nik’s own history with trying to mold children into his own image, their little nephew had decided that it was Uncle Kol, despite Kol’s brusque demeanor and insensitive jokes, that he wanted to be around.
Matthias had found him in the library he’d staked out as his own, waiting in the doorway like something would come out to bite him. Kol glanced over, blinking, and waved him in.
“If you’re going to be in here, you’re going to learn how to read,” he said as invitation. “Maybe I can actually have an intelligent conversation with someone in the family then.