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He heard the quiet growl of annoyance, something which made him chuckle under his breath. The very essence of their relationship- he used the term loosely- seemed to be bickering and avoiding talking of that event. Not that he was complaining, of course. Seeing as all of his other relationships seemed to be attempting daggerings and compulsion. This was a refreshing change, albeit one he hadn't anticipated turning up at that house what seemed like an eternity ago. He watched the barman carefully as he approached, moving forward in his stool slightly. No, he wasn't being the overprotective...what exactly? He was just...looking out for his best interests by ensuring she didn't distract herself by involving in sexual escapades with a barman. That was it.

He watched with amusement as she drained the bottle, before compelling the barman to bring him his own. Once the bottle was in his hands, he made easy work of the cap, before downing the contents, the burn of the alcohol on his throat curbing his blood appetite and his over-worked, rarely used before now, emotions. Once the bottle was completely drained of every drop, he found he could bear the idle jibber jabber of humans and the chatting of the barmen among themselves more easily.  He ordered them both refills from the barman, without payment, of course, before returning his idle gaze to her. He didn't say anything, not being one for small talk, but tapped his bottle softly against the edge of the bar, smirking to himself as though he was enjoying a private joke, whilst, in reality, he was wondering how in seven hells they got themselves to be here. It certainly had been a journey.

Up in Flames {Kol & Katherine}

  He was Kol Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson. This shouldn’t have happened. Katherine Pierce should not be involved with another Original. She wasn’t supposed to kiss him, she wasn’t supposed to care for him and whatever feelings she had for him, they simply should not have been there. It made no sense at all, after everything his family had done, the five hundred years she had spent running from his brothers. And yet, it made perfect sense at the same time. To vampires, cast out and wronged by their families, years spent alone, their similarities, their traits, they were alike in so many ways. “Well I’m hardly going to act on it now am I?” Katherine retorted with a roll of her eyes, perhaps he thought she was as psychotic as everyone else did.

Katherine’s expression darkened somewhat as he stepped in front of her, her stubbornness getting the best of her. Thankfully however, she managed to keep herself somewhat in check, avoiding shooting daggers at him and instead, keeping her eyes forward. The vampire eased up somewhat as he fell back once more, walking alongside her instead as they neared the Grill, ignoring the looks that came their way. As they entered, her jaw clenched with annoyance as the door began to close behind him, her hand quickly catching it to throw it open once more, causing the door to hit the wall loudly and heads to turn in her direction. She paid no attention to any of those that surrounded her, her gaze focused entirely on the bar and the promise of alcohol to calm her nerves. “You’re a jerk.” She growled quietly as she slipped onto the bar stool beside him, quickly learning over the bar to catch the attention and the gaze of the bartender. “Bring me a bottle of bourbon, on the house.” She urged him, compelling him to obey her command. It wasn’t long before he had returned, leaving her with the bottle. The brunette pulled off the cap, tossing it to one side before she lifted the bottle to her lips, draining a considerable amount of the golden brown liquid within. Katherine welcomed the dull burn of the alcohol, anything to ease her fried and irritated nerves. 

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i haven’t been to subway in 2 years cos the woman went “what bread do you want” and i went “yeah”

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Well, if it isn't my protegee. How are you today, Miss Hastings?

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Well, well. If it isn’t the man who turned me himself.

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Kol burst out in a spray of laughter, gazing at her from his position. "Do you honestly believe I want it for myself?" He moved, reversing their position so that her back was against the wall. "I don't want the cure, I couldn't give less of a damn what you do with it. So long as Elena and her little friends don't get their hands on it, I couldn't care less. I only ask out of sheer intrigue."

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“Do you want to use it on yourself, Kol? Is that why you’re nagging me about this?” Katherine grabbed him by his jacket and sped over to the nearest wall, shoving him against it. “If I’m up to something, you’ll know. I’m not about to explain myself to the likes of you or anyone else for that matter. I have the cure, It’s mine. You want it? Try and take it from me.”

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"There's one dosage. Some vampires would sell the remnants of their souls for such a thing." His lips turned upwards as a growl tore itself from his vocal chords. He moved like a shadow so he was in front of her, the veins in his eyes beginning to show. "I don't need to tell you the consequences of you attempting to do that. I believe my brother showed you exactly why not to get in the way of my family, by destroying yours."

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Katherine pulled her hand out of his grasp and chuckled quietly, “Who says I’m planning to use it against anyone? Maybe I just want it because I don’t want anyone else to have it.” She cocked her head to the side and brushed past him, “Or maybe I am planning to use it against your family. Who knows?”

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Kol raised an eyebrow, hand clamping over hers without gentleness as he lifted her hand a few inches from him. "Curiosity. Everybody seems to want the cure, my family included. I want to know if your going to use it against them in some way."

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“Why should I tell you what I have planned, hm? Do you want to be partners in crime or something?” Katherine closed the distance between them and dragged her finger along the curve of his jawline.

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How could I have ever fantasized about sleeping with someone so utterly annoying? 

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"Funny thing about that; I don't have much patience. Certainly not enough to wait that long."

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“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see what diabolical plan is brewing in my mind.”

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"Well in that case, a good drinking session seems in order."

Where's the world's best owner?

  “Female talk for I’ve been away from my owner for too long and it makes me a sad bat.”

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"Believe me, I understand. What exactly is your intention with the cure? I doubt you wish to use it on yourself."

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“I did what needed to be done, Kol. You, of all people, should understand that.”

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Reblog this if it's okay for someone to make a random starter for your muse.

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When you feel like a horrible RP partner because it takes forever for you to reply

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He had to admit to surprise when she followed him from the store, Usually when he made non-verbal commands she would disobey them, apparently and purely to annoy him, but perhaps she was as desperate for alcohol as he was. He watched her as she walked in front of him, wondering if she was doing so only to distract himself from any other thought bar wandering eyes and a raised brow. "As much as I would love to watch you do so, our aim is to keep relatively low-key." The addition of relatively was mainly because compelling a shopkeeper didn't constitute as a low profile. It wouldn't draw attention to them, or both of their returns to Mystic, so long as she obeyed his compulsion and remained in their home for him to feed on later, well, if Katherine didn't get to her first. It baffled him how truly gullible humanity was as a whole, that they actually believed that "animal attacks" occurred so frequently. If only they knew the truth.

He stepped in front of her, his stubbornness and pride not allowing for her to walk in front of him but rather side by side, as, as far as he could extend it, equals. As they walked towards the Grill, the best source of constantly flowing alcohol, he wondered what those who glanced at them were thinking. That Elena was wandering around town with an older man, one that wasn't a Salvatore? He smirked at the idea, at the rumours that may start as a result of their outing. This time, as he entered the Grill, he didn't deign to hold the door for her, resisting the urge to chuckle as he made his way to the bar, occupying a seat. The distant chatter and noise meant nothing to him, but he caught some of the edges of conversation, without intention. Boy trouble, family troubles, nothing that was of any value or use to him. If they had known that two age old vampires were in their midst, they'd surely stop with their hormonal whinging about unrequited love. 

Up in Flames {Kol & Katherine}

  Katherine heard the beginning of her human name leave his lips, causing her to shoot him a warning glance with narrowed eyes. However, he quickly took a detour, correcting himself which composed her expression somewhat, her piercing gaze easing. “If you say so.” She quipped with a shrug of her shoulders, lifting a hand from her lap to examine her manicured nails, pretending to be unfazed by both his appearance and his words. As he defended his ego, her eyes remained on her hand, acting nonchalant was her forte and it certainly proved useful in a situation such as this, occupying her eyes which longed to wander over his handsome appearance. “Mhm.” She mumbled in response, her tone bored, falsely so but just as convincing. But as he disappeared behind the curtain once more, she immediately dropped her hand back to her lap, glancing up at the empty space he once stood in, a quiet sigh passing through her lips.

Katherine busied herself by pulling her cellphone out of her pocket, scrolling through various text messages, anything to occupy herself from watching Kol as her emerged from the dressing rooms and compelled the shop assistant, whom was so annoyingly perky it made her want to rip out her throat then and there. She caught his words, his instructions to wait for him back at the manor and the vampire smirked with satisfaction to herself, as soon as they arrived home, she would make sure that her desire to rip out the blondes throat was met, she’d simply beat Kol to it, he wouldn’t be expecting it, which gave her the edge. Was it jealousy? She immediately told herself no, perkiness in others always seemed to annoy her, this was the one and only reason for her wanting to kill the assistant, nothing else. As Kol gestured for her to follow, her stubbornness almost compelled her to remain seated in the store, anything not to follow his gesture which instructed her to follow. However, her craving for alcohol was now stronger than ever and so reluctantly, she rose to her feet and strode out of the shop. However, she made an effort to walk slightly ahead of him, leading the way out of the mall as quickly as possible, anything to take back control. “What do you think? The humanity in this place is infuriating. If I don’t drink alcohol, I’ll drink them.” She informed him, tossing her curls over her shoulders as she sauntered out of the mall, relieved as she stepped outside and back into the fresh air.

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Kol: who was right?

Kol: who was afraid of Silas?

Kol: who was afraid about world?

Kol: who was hot?

Kol: who was perfect?

Kol: who was awesome?

Kol: Right. I was.

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Kol Mikaelson from Beyond the Grave: