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8: Eyelid Kiss
It had been a terrible night. A horrible night that left them both stained with blood as they stumbled through the door of the Mikaelson mansion. Caroline couldn't remember the last time things had been calm in Mystic Falls. Probably not since long before the veil dropped and the revengeful Supernatural came to reek havoc.
She sighed softly, leaning against the youngest Original as he guided her to the couch. They were both too beat up to make it up the stairs to the bedrooms and neither cared much that blood seemed onto the fabric beneath them. Caroline molded herself against him, desperate to be close to the one person who actually attempted to protect her while the world around them crumbled.
"Sleep now, love." His husky voice ordered, his fingers tugging through her mussed curls. She had chopped them all off over a month ago, so they hung just above her shoulders and bounced around her face. He had pouted at first but Caroline thought he had come to like it.
"Take your own advice, Mikaelson." Caroline muttered, leaning up to brush her lips slowly over his already closed lids before snuggling back to his side and quickly drifting off.
Kol's eyes glanced down to her, his fingers continuing their motion. He always forced himself to stay awake, long after the blonde in his arms fell asleep.
It was his job to keep her safe, after all.