#kaizsche fic snippets

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tonight i can write (preview)

note: so... another WIP gets added to the list days after i posted a snippet of mystified ch2... thing was... i was supposed to write that fic but my american lit professor sent a neruda poem we can work on for finals and i just snapped and re-read it again like 4 hours ago and here is the product of my neruda obsession (i'm blaming spike and spuffy authors for this)

inspired by pablo neruda's tonight i can write

He lifted her closer in his embrace and whispered lines of poetry in her ear. The words depicted her fortitude and compassion. His prose sang praises of her victories, big and small.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Until he had gone out of words. Until he felt the last embers of her warmth seep away. Elijah could no longer find the words. He simply held her and instead hummed a lost song to occupy the silence. It was an ancient song to lull the children into sleep. Henrik had requested it of him the night before he was found dead, torn up by wolves. Elijah barely remembered the words now, having not spoken the ancient language in many years. He hoped Henrik would find it in himself to sing it to her.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

[sunless-garden]

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

@internerdionality tagged me, and this seems like a fun exercise to remind myself of what I need to work on.

Star Trek (K/S):

Spock Prime Angst - Into Darkness

SNW Tarsus Fic

Superbat:

Vibrations - Chapter 2

TVD (Klaulena):

Beneath The Pine - Chapter 15

I'm tagging @1lostone, @qvnthesia, @frownyalfred, and @kaizsche

[kaizsche]

day 20: reconnection (a preview)

note: i had sooo much fun editing this comic page i swear LAJDJADIAHDA though the fic is still in its development stage so this snippet might be subject to change! (also, it was a BITCH editing the gilbert front door pic. i used footage from s01x22 and katherine was smack dab in the middle)

special thanks to @qvnthesia and @katherineholmes

PREVIEW:

“He looked at him and said, ‘What the fuck, Niklaus?!’” 

Kol laughed, “Elijah wouldn’t phrase it like that, mate.”

“Hush, Kol!” Rebekah sighed dreamily at Jeremy. “Go on, pet. Do ignore my brother. He’s a spoilsport like the others.”

Kol shot a look at Finn who glared back, offended. “Am not!”

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day 28: royalty (preview)

note: just a lil sneak peek of what i'm working behind the scenes cos i'm afraid im gonna be a behind posting for AUgust cos 'm still sick. (i feel like my head's going to burst into tiny little pieces inside my skull as im typing this) had mighty fun editing this too!!!!!!!!!

nothing's set in stone though, so this bit i'm posting might be erased or reworked. dunno yet. gonna think about it when i feel like nobody's drilling a hole in my brain

special thanks to @qvnthesia and @katherineholmes for listening to me rant abt this in discord + @stellaris-archivum for helping me make up random stuff for the headlines

PREVIEW:

“Marriage, you say?”

When Elena was summoned to her mother’s office, she was expecting a mighty earful of her past acquaintances, though Finn had taken to calling them exploits her adviser was sworn to secrecy, but her buddies? Not so much. So far, they have demanded charges accompanied by several videos and images as proof of her indiscretions. Mother had long since equipped herself to the task of straightening her by setting up multiple arrangements across the country just to find the perfect spouse, or in the unbendable rule of patriarchy, a man—because god forbid a princess can’t marry another princess—to get her back on track with her duties.

“Yes.” Then why is she so pissed this time?

Finn shakes his head from behind the Queen. Ah, right. She shouldn’t be making mistakes right now. It hasn’t been long since the Lexi incident. 

“Don’t worry, Queen Mother. I’ll go—”

“No you will not!” The force of her yell could have metaphorically blown her away. “This is a joke! You, the future Queen of the Nation marrying a commoner?!”

Once again, Finn shakes his head from behind her mother.

Don’t anger her. 

Riiiiiiight.

[kaizsche]

You are such an incredible writer, but you’re also an amazing gif maker! So, what’s your favourite gif set that you’ve made this year? Also, what is the fic that you’re most excited to write in the new year? Thanks for being such an incredible friend Kai 🥰

(literally me seeing your ask and am i copying q's answer to her own ask? the answer is yaaaaaaaaas.)

i don't really see myself as an AMAZING gif maker and an INCREDIBLE writer so to hear all these compliments from you is just straight up melting my goddamn heart vis. *teary-eyed emoji cos im in pc*

so to ask your... well... ask, i haven't been kind of productive this year, both in writing and editing stuff so i can't say i have a wide selection to choose from, but here's my ultimate fav gifset. like fr.

which predictably is a gifset from your fic which i've gotten so much interaction on and just having you message me about this was just... it honestly made me cry so yeah...

the freaking 'i know you have a lot of fic planned this year' just cracked me tf up. like... you and q know i go all ramble kai on anything resembling my fic ideas so you know what i already have in store next year...

first off, i am sooo excited to finally enter the spuffy writing fandom so there's that. i already have like 20+ spuffy wips in my docs rn but the most excited i am for next year are these two, i think: (and i'll be letting y'all take a lil peek of them)

sun and moon

“Who are you?” The Slayer demanded. Buffy could hear the restless fear simulating his heart and the cautious steps he took to back away from her. Smart Slayer. So he has honed his skills then? Knew she was different from the other vampires he dealt around the small town. Buffy grinned wickedly. It’ll be fun to dance with this one. “I kill your kind for sport, Slayer.” She let her words stew in the air, watched him put the pieces together—inch by agonizing inch.

spuffy dark fic (warning has possible incest!)

Joyce's heart stopped completely. Because standing at the door, a boy, her son she hadn't seen in years stood before her. Joyce had wanted to believe he changed—hair longer and tied at the back of his neck, still dressed in his boarding school's uniform but a few sizes bigger than she had first seen him—it was his eyes that gave him away.  It was cold and unfeeling. He regarded her as if she wasn't his mother, as if she was nothing to him at all. "Joyce."  "William—" She watched his gaze snap over her shoulder and at once, the piercing cold melted into warm fondness as did the trembling tension in his body. "Hello, cutie." "Will!"  Buffy barrelled past her, leaping in his arms and she wasn't afraid, she trusted him to catch her. William staggered a few feet back from the impact, wrapping one arm across her waist and the other held her bottom to prevent her from falling. "You're here. You're really here."  William held Joyce's gaze, a muscle in his jaw twitching as if to dare her to scold him—to remove him once more out of his Buffy's life.  "Never gonna happen, love. I'll be here forever. I promise."  Buffy sighed happily, enjoying the feel of his warmth, his hands on her. Joyce sighed in resignation, turning away from the challenge in his eyes.  "It's cold outside. Come in." At this, William grinned. "Thanks, mum."

last but not least, how could i forget tvd?

take my breath rewrite (kolena + klena) i mean how can i ever resist kolena theyre like my main otp. i go batshit crazy for them.

Elena gravitates towards the lake, stares at her reflection in the water. Hates her face and her blood more than she realizes. She loved her face and her body once upon a time. Now, all it ever does is haunt her every step and shadow surrounded by men who knew every crevice of her body. They knew her better than she ever did. (It is the face that launched a thousand year curse, damning the girls that carried it. Reduced to nothing but objects in a man’s eyes. Katherine was right. I am always right. She hears her taunting giggle and sees her twin’s knowing smirk. I told you so. Nothing could ever bring more joy to her evil doppelganger than proving that she was right.)

kolena roommates au (this was actually inspired by a spuffy fic i read LOL)

"Okay, 20 questions." "Go." "Who's your favorite?" "Favorite who?" Kol groaned. "Favorite Mikaelson sibling," and looked at her bashfully, like he was expecting her to… say his name? "Rebekah." He yelled out an indignant cry, "What a load of bollocks! You're telling me, after everything we've been through, I'm still—" "You are a favorite," She cut him off.  "Really?" He gaped at her, astonished.  "My least favorite." She bit hard on her tongue, seeing the sheer disappointment and anguish encroaching on his face. And somehow, his voice had gotten louder, belting out at a higher register than Mariah Carey. "I rank lower than even bloody Niklaus?!"

i do hope to be as productive as i was in 2022 when it comes to publishing fics cause i'll really wither and die if i don't manage to publish these four.

special fic mentions:

the song of wandering aengus

banish air from air

only, helen (tentative title)

and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

& special user mentions for just being there for me (listening, suggesting, reading) when i was going batshit crazy over my fic ideas. you're all wonderful ppl and i'm glad to have you in my life <3

@katherineholmes @qvnthesia @finnismyoriginalsin

thank you so much for this ask, vis <3 love ya 5ever

[kaizsche]

it's been a year since i had any progress with my AUgust fics (im so sorry for that) and just recently had the courage to open up the sightless prompt fic ch 2 docu... literally screamed when i wrote it even @qvnthesia screamed when she read it

“They were simply jesting, you know.”

Niklaus scoffed, tossing a pebble out in the shimmering lake. He heard Elijah’s shuffling footsteps recede a few paces beside him. 

“What are you doing here, Elijah?”

His brother was propped against the bark of a tree, dagger in hand as he sharpened a wooden stick. “You are the third son and free to marry whomever.”

Niklaus sighed, “Elijah—”

“I am quite serious, brother. Rarely do we ever marry for love…” A mournful look passed Elijah’s pale features. Mikael and Esther arranged Elijah’s marriage a few winters ago—the poor woman died in childbirth and since then Elijah had never married again. He did not love her but he respected their union and grieved the loss of his wife and child. “All I am asking, brother, is that you consider your heart in such matters. You are special, Niklaus. You feel deeply and love without question. That, I think, is your strength. To recognize love in the face of struggle and cruelty. Your unwavering devotion and loyalty in spite of transgression.” 

Elijah stood up, brushing away thin sheets of wood from his trousers. “Your gift is love, Niklaus. Do not deprive others of it.”

[kaizsche]

you were a deer in the night sent to fetch me (preview)

graphic by me. nothing too spectacular. still thinking if i should finish this piece or edit a gif instead. who knows.

i know i promised not to entertain another wip AFTER tonight i can write (the saddest lines) cos i needed to finish updating my existing fics first but i couldn't help myself. i needed to write this first so here is my next wip which will probably be finished after a few weeks inspired by red riding hood - so not going into specifics, but here's a lil snippet. enjoy.

The local farmers, bakers, craftsmen, and blacksmiths bustled about in the early morning. Peasants and serfs traded and sold their goods while others bought whatever they can with little money they were given.

A young man swept across the gravel path, a golden cloak sat high upon his broad shoulders garnering the attention of all present in the market. They did not tremble in the presence of the nobleman. Kol Mikaelson often visited the market in search of his dear friend.

“Little Red Riding Hood!” He called out, cupping his mouth to better increase the volume of his voice. A knight trailed behind him, on the lookout for a red hood in the crowd. Kol tried once more, “Red Riding Hood! Elena! I know you’re here, darling! Come out, come out wherever you are!”

An aggrieved tone growled to his left, “Do shut up, Kol.”

He smirked, catching the ball of her shoulder to steer her away from the noise. “What crawled in your cot and died, dear?”

The disgruntled young woman draped in a hood the color of blood shook off his arm, “You should know.”

“Know what?” He batted his eyelashes innocently.

Elena narrowed her eyes, a long tirade breaching the tip of her tongue when the tavern door swung open accidentally hitting the side of Kol’s face. The knight, the girl, and the traveller witnessed as the young man’s face plunged directly into horse manure.

[kaizsche]

this has been in my drafts for so long it deserves to be freed from jail so here's a shitty unbeta'd snippet of an untitled elejah doctor au fic (inspired by @katherineholmes' tea)

“You should go for it,” Elena heard the low rumble of a man’s chuckle in the earpiece accompanied by a very distracting synthetic music in the background.

“I shouldn’t.” She watched helplessly as the confident resident Hayley Marshall approached Elijah decked out in a form fitting white dress making goo-goo eyes at him.

Hayley always made a spectacle of her arrival, dressed like she was walking to the red carpet of a blockbuster film or as if the hospital were Milan’s current fashion week with her alternating from one brand to another.

Meanwhile… Elena looked down at her current look— courtesy of Jeremy knocking at her doorstep completely stoned out of his mind she had forgotten about her morning shift trying to set him to rights before he’d manage to do anything stupid—a bird’s nest piled on the top of her head, last night’s cable knit sweater with bits of her cute little brother’s vomit, ultra faded jeans she thrifted from a flea market and her sad converse.

She took baby steps, ended the call on a still rambling Caroline listing reasons as to why she needed to hypothetically jump Elijah and ride him at a gallop—car keys on one hand and a cup of hot cocoa to kickstart her day, she balanced them all in her left hand to pretend scrolling through her phone to spare herself the humiliation of having to face Elijah looking like she’d gone out in the wild to hunt for an endangered exotic bird.

But fate like the snivelling bitch it was, wanted her to suffer and die.

“Elena!” He greeted her with a wide smile.

Hayley, out of courtesy, received her arrival with an equally jovial smile but her eyes held a sharp glint of annoyance to it.

Then, Elijah stepped out of Hayley’s reach and into her own bubble to ask a concerned, “Are you okay?”

Still really in the outs, she barely registered the feeling of his fingers hovering over her cheek, her cold skin soaking up the trail of warmth he left behind when his thumb swept an arc across her cheekbones.

“Wha…”

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popping up to post a new klena wip. dunno if its ever gonna see the light of day though...

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i heard you called for me?

(fic title is tentative as of the moment) it may not be a friday today, but here's a snippet inspired by a writing/dialogue prompt i stumbled upon for a kolena fic wip which i am very excited to write!!! @katherineholmes here's a fic snip for you, vis! thanks for listening to me ranting about this the other day. love ya lots! &lt;3

She wakes up to Jeremy’s face hovering above her.

“Asshole.”

Jeremy chuckles, backing away from her bed. “Mom told me to wake you up—” He pauses at the sight of tears running down her face. “Hey, why’re you crying?”

“I…” Her throat feels dry all of a sudden. Like she has spent months without drinking water. “I don’t know.”

Jeremy looks at her through narrowed, concerned eyes and sighs. “Go and get dressed. Mom and Dad’s gonna be out later than expected.”

Following Jeremy outside, she spots the calendar marked with a star. “Right. It’s for that fundraiser party in Whitmore.”

Jenna’s a fluttering mess downstairs, darting back and forth from the smoky pan and beeping microwave. The Gilbert siblings’ banter comes to a stop by the doorway. 

The microwave explodes and the fire sprinklers pelts down overhead. 

“Could you help me, please?”

—

Jenna, Elena, and Jeremy rush inside the empty hallways, well-aware of the eyes following them. 

“I’m sorry you guys were late.” Jenna apologises, shielding her face away from the inquisitive stares of the teachers. 

Jeremy shrugs, finding it convenient he was able to skip Tanner’s class. “It’s fine—”

“Gilbert!” 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. 

Tanner’s face is twisted in annoyance. “Late again, Gilbert?”

“What does he mean by ‘again’, Jeremy?” Jenna says through gritted teeth, watching as the aforementioned History teacher trudges towards them.

The commotion drowns in her ears. Muffled and painful like someone placed cotton balls in her ears…

Bubble

Bubble

Bubble

No—to be precise, it felt like she was drow—

Her eyes picks up a familiar face amidst the crowd. 

Dressed in tattered clothes unfit for a casual Friday morning class. Auburn hair in disarray, like he had slept for a several hundred years and never bothered to brush his hair. 

But…

It’s his eyes. There’s something familiar to him. His face—It’s something she has seen before and something she hasn’t also seen yet.

He stared at her. Unwavering, glinting in something akin to chaos. 

Elena takes a leap. A single step forward is all it takes for the world to turn to dust.

It’s only them in this place now.

And somehow, it felt familiar. It didn’t bother her at all that Jeremy’s gone, even Jenna. 

"Have we met before?"

He cocks his head at her, observing… pondering.

"In your dreams." He tells her, hands tucked in the pockets of his black trousers.

"You don't have to be a dick about it." She looks at him. Really looks at him. Elena notices a shadow under his feet. It’s pitch black, pooling, licking at his shoes. 

It follows him as he approaches her, leaving a stain on the pristine white floor. "No, I'm serious.” He stops, a mere three feet before her. “Haven't you noticed your dreams are a bit different yet?"

He smirks and it sets her on edge.

“Run, Katerina!”

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star-crossed lovers & soulmates + miracle baby elejah au

its THAT time of the week... my fic snippet week time baby!!!!! this fic was inspired by the many miracle baby fic elejah tropes... but with a touch of norse mythology (thor, loki, & sif cameos) this is set in TO, probably after hope is born but im still currently in s1 rn, and i want to savor watching each episode aodajda anyways,,,,

warning... this is still in development right now, so this particular scene may be changed in the future (but knowing my lazy ass, i probably wont) enjOYYYY!!

"look who i found loitering around rousseau's."

if klaus gave any indication, or semblance of recognition, he does not. instead, his eyes rounds comically amidst the dropping of his jaw. it's a look of total surprise. elena hopes she could capture the image for potential blackmail material.

"what's up with you and pregnant women anyways?" hayley ushers her to take a seat, being extra careful seeing how the human girl is at her third trimester.

klaus follows behind them, sincerely confused and marvels at the sight of the newest addition to the petrova bloodline. he clears his throat once elena is settled on the couch as hayley prepares tea for their guest. "my elena, what a lovely surprise! i see you've upheld the end of our bargain. though, i wasn't expecting you to be so enthusiastic about this," his gaze flounders towards the portruding belly. "tell me, how did the salvatore brothers react to this lovely news? congratulations, by the way."

elijah wakes from his slumber with haste, speeding into the compound where the loveliest flower he'd ever seen is standing— he's the sun that guides her to dance, to sing, and to enjoy all of splendor.

"elena?"

he takes in the sight of her— brows frowning when he realizes there was something different about her—

bile lurches, wiggles its way out of his throat, eyes zeroed on the hands that once betrayed him and tended to him in the duration of their companionship— her soft, deadly hands a shield of its own around the obvious round of her belly.

she may as well daggered him.

[kaizsche]

princess diaries au

i still have no idea what to do with this because kol insterted himself last minute.... now i'm debating on writing a prequel fic of kol and elena's friendship- an au of the first movie.... but who knows...

this might be the longest snippet i have ever posted in my life...

"I can invite whoever I want right?" "Sure, dearest." Henry's glare says otherwise. Katerina huffs, "You are the Crown Princess, my darling girl. I am the Queen Regent; my position is higher than you, higher than any other leech in court. I'm sure you can compel your way through an invitation. No one will say anything." She whips out her phone and texts Kol the digital file of the invitation. — "You're a Mikaelson." "Yep." "You're Mikael's son." "Uh-huh." "You're the Prime Minister's son." "Yes, I am very well aware of the fact. Do you fancy Mimosa's, darling?" "Why didn't you tell me?" "It wasn't important." "Kol!"

— "Elijah. Elijah Mikaelson at your disposal, Your Highness." Then this must be the honorable Mikaelson her grandmother is fond of, despite her boundless abhorrence of the father. When Elijah attempts to follow through the customs of the royal family greeting, knee already bent at an unnatural angle, Elena pulls him up with his tie, causing his forehead to collide with hers. "Fuc—" Elena catches Henry's scathing look over Elijah's shoulder as if he'd hear her curse. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she struggles to fix Elijah's rumpled state by leading their dance— ("Even men are supposed to lead their partners in a dance. Which is fucking stupid, by the way." Katerina mumbles the last bit, noticing Henry's heavy gaze on her. "Then why are you teaching me the male's part, Grandma?" Elena stifles a giggle when Katerina instructs her to literally sweep her off her feet. They both fell down, a heap of fabric on the marbled floor. Henry sprints to the two women with a fond smile on his lips as their laughter fills the room.) The aforementioned male is still in a daze. There's a stupid grin plastered on his face as he blindly follows her lead, occasionally stepping on her foot. Flustered, Elijah frets, "I'm sorry, Crown Princess— It's just that... I'm not used to following." "Well then, I bestow upon you the honor of being the Crown Princess' first follow— wait, Grandma was the first, but I'll make an exception." Elijah beams and a funny worm wiggles through her heart, "It seems that I am indebted to you now, Your Highness."

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it's only natural

guess what day it is today?! it's FRIDAY SNIPPET/WIP DAY and here i am bringing you a new wip of mine -- very unclear to me if it's a fic or a one shot but here it is lmao (there's no specific ship for this just yet (but if you know me well, it's probably going to be either one of the mikaelsons... or both maybe who knows), just know it's all pure elena as of the moment <;3)

"I’m Stefan Salvatore.”

“I’m sorry Stefan, I don’t really know you. And I know everyone in this town. But I do know a Salvatore around here, his name is Zack.”

Stefan brightens up at the name, “That would be my uncle.”

“Your uncle.” She is unable to ascertain the resemblance, shakes her head to get rid of her thoughts. “You must’ve heard from him then? About me?”

“Kind of.” He shrugs. It’s bothering her how short and ambiguous his answers are. “At first I was hesitant to approach you, but once I’ve heard about what happened earlier–” Elena tunes him out for a second. How much time has passed since Sheriff Forbes found her? Has word of her situation already reached the far corners of Mystic Falls? “–I thought it would be best to tell you this once you’ve recovered but… I found you that night.” She does not need clarification to ask which night he’s talking about. Elena knows what he meant. “I was out– I just came back home, actually when I saw your car–”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

The shy smile falls from his face. “I’m sorry?”

“I feel uncomfortable.” Elena smiles at him brightly. “Will you please leave?”

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untitled elejah fic

as i did promise to post snippets of my wips, here is one sitting patiently in my notepad, and is inspired by ao3 fics, plastic crown and a fine line. this fic is still in the early stages of development, meaning the plot is not yet concrete and there may be changes in the future, like this snippet right here.

"lovely trousers you're wearing. care to share what brand it is?" elijah smirks wryly, pinching her thigh to rub the material of his suit pant against his thumb and forefinger. "you see, i am rather fond of kifton suits because of the rough material." 

elena gasps, horrified once her foggy brain clears up. 

"you— you're-" 

someone catches his attention, a platinum blonde woman beside an equally blonde confused man. "it pains me to say that it suits you quite well." he flat out checks her out, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. "you look good in navy blue, miss gilbert." then he walks away. 

caroline and bonnie shrieks in her ear. elena looks like spicy spaghetti sauce (if that's ever a thing), all red and hot and bothered.

meanwhile...

"wait, isn't that...?"

"that's elijah's, right?"

"that kifton hayley gave him on their anniversary? that custom-made tailored suit?"

or, where, wedding planner elena gilbert spent a night in elijah mikaelson’s bed the day before the start of the wedding preparation of their exes.

[kaizsche]

today is snippet fic friday!!!! here's a kolena wip, (which is almost 3k words in! i swear out of all my wips, this one occupies most of my time—and i'm planning to maybe have it around 6k-10k words... to make up for me posting short ass fics 🤣🤣) it's a soulmate au!

Kol awakens. His clothes are dusty and wrinkled. It would appear that Niklaus took no liberty in his younger sibling’s hygiene—that much he could at least do for imprisoning them for such a long time. Though something tells him that Niklaus probably kept Rebekah pristinely clean. After all, she is the favored sibling of his bastard brother.

“I am Kassandra Jane, granddaughter of May Jane.”

Ah. The little protégé. He beckons her closer with a flick of his wrist. “Stay still, darling. Wouldn’t want you in too much pain now.” She winces at the piercing pain of his fangs tearing through her flesh. Kol doesn’t take too much of her blood. It’s not everyday a loyal witch comes to save you from imprisonment.

“Thank you darling,” He grins, jumping down the coffin with a bounce in his step. “So tell me, what year is it?”

“It’s 2009.”

Kol frowns, “Come again?”

“It’s November 9, 2009. 6:09 PM.”

2009. Bloody hell. Niklaus kept him neutralized for a century? Shit. Fuck. He’s been gone for that long?

“Thank you for freeing me, darling.” He looks around, taking note of three other coffins besides him. Should be Rebekah, Finn and Elijah. Kol shrugs off his vest, accepting the garment tucked in Kassandra’s arms. It fit him, surprisingly. Although knowing May’s obsession toward him, it was of no shock at all.

“Shall we go now? Before Niklaus daggers me again. Bah, that brute.”