andromedacho

[andromedacho]

✨ → "hate is mild compared to the actual emotions i'm feeling... but their isn't a word in english that is strong enough to express these feelings..." the gemini admitted, looking at the stranger. "between this and my in-laws... murderous comes to mind."

🩸 — he looked over to her. "strong word."

[andromedacho]

✨ → "believe me... if i could be anywhere else right now, i would be." the former heretic admitted. "not because of you obviously - i just wish we were meeting under better circumstances... better conditions at the very least."

species swap ! ( @andromedacho ) | vamp!evan ft. wolf!andromeda

🌙 — "you again." evan didn't know why she was feeling.. off. her head, her senses were all off. but something about this woman pinged in her mind.

[andromedacho]

@expt12144 || human!enzo and werewolf!andy

✨ → "you know, i never liked this place, but now? now i hate it."

[andromedacho]

@loveliesbleed || witch!amara and werewolf!andy

✨ → for all her failed attempts to siphon, the former heretic had come up empty and frustrated, and that just pushed her further to try and identify what was going on. it had to be a spell if it wasn't a curse from the ancestors ( hadn't she been dealt a rough enough blow in life? ), but the nature of the spell was strange, and it was powerful magic which only brought up more questions than answers. moving through town trying to come up with some plan she stopped when she saw a familiar face, and found hope in it " -a doppelganger?" which could explain where the power of the spell came from, potentially, the first real lead she had.

[andromedacho]

@etcrnalfangs || human!rebekah and werewolf!andy

✨ → still having not been formally introduced to kol's family, the former heretic knew approaching the former original was a gamble, but with how long they had been around, and how deeply into the local gossip the mikaelson seemed to be, she didn't think it could hurt to try and probe if she'd heard anything in regards to what was currently happening. she just hoped this went better than their introduction at the mystic grill where she'd commited the mortal sin of sitting at a table the original had wanted to occupy. "rebekah... right?"

[andromedacho]

@bittenlore || werewolf!andy and werewolf!kol

✨ → as a child in the gemini coven, andromeda cho had learned to live with the eternal desire for magic that she could not possess. the slightest graze of a witch, her parents, her siblings, the stranger would give her a feeling of euphoria that would last until the magic had dwindled away and she'd be haunted by the memory of it. it was a vicious cycle, an addiction that she could never lose until death had given her a new life, a new purpose, a new experience... until she was in her own home and the hollowness she once felt came back with a vengence though this time with numbness taking its place. there's no explanation, no understanding as to why it happens, but it's terrifying... and she moves to find her partner her voice shaking as she admits "kol... kol i can't feel my magic anymore."

[andromedacho]

✨ → "Well, the answer was going to be Anne Boleyn, but I see you're looking for a more personal answer." the heretic remarked, looking at the wolf curiously. "All you need to know is I'm here to have a good time and enjoy my anniversary."

@andromedacho | andy

🌙 — "Who are you supposed to be? And I don't mean the costume." Evan knew trouble when she saw it, and this one reeked of power. The wolf didn't like unforeseen variables, and wasn't about to let this one blindside her.

[andromedacho]

✨ → just as he always had, kol mikaelson finds a way to remind her why she'd dedicated nearly a century to him - even if he deprived her of the opportunity to exact the revenge she'd been dreaming of for months. at the end of it all it came down to one simple thing - she would rather have him in her life than klaus' undead heart in her hands. "always. you always have good ideas." she gingerly corrected following the peck. "and you, your siblings, and myself are going to have the last laugh at the end of it all."

As much as Kol wanted to see his brother suffer for his transgressions and horrible actions towards him and his other siblings, the last thing he wanted was Niklaus dead. Even after everything he had suffered under the older's hand, he didn't want to see him permanently dead. He'd never voice it out loud, but he loved his brother. He just needed him to learn a lesson. "No problem at all, love. I can describe them to you and give you a bit of my blood to make the spell stronger. They are tied to us after all." He couldn't help but chuckle at the question. "Trust me, they're going to want this just as much as I do. Just as much as we do." He grinned and pecked her forehead lovingly. "Thanks, pet. I do have good ideas from time to time."

[andromedacho]

✨ → "i assure you, you'll be regretting it far more than me." the threat is a stark contrast to the civility thus far, but it's the next statement that catches her more off guard. "brother?" there was klaus of course - this man certainly wasn't him. there was also elijah - though he lacked the infamous decorum. finn, though he looked too young for that and she doubted any of the siblings had finally bothered to undagger him after all this time. the youngest of the bunch... well, he'd been gone before anything else. that left more questions than answers, and given the infamous original vampire tempers, she couldn't take the risk with kol out of the house. stepping back into the home as he stepped forward, a million thoughts ran through her mind, countless scenarios and options, but she leaned into the one she'd learned before she had vampirism to hide behind - cloaking. "invisque."

"The only one that's going to regret anything in about five seconds is you." Henrik rarely felt the urge to resort to violence or threats; but he was a Mikaelson at the end of the day. They all had their quirks, and being prone to violence when pushed to it was definitely a trait they all shared - although some were more susceptible to that trait than others. "I don't know who you are, or who you think you are for that matter," he began, taking a step forward, "but it'd do you well if you minded who you were speaking with. I'm not hear to play these little mind games with you - I'm here to speak with my brother. A brother whom I haven't seen for quite some time. So unless you want your last living memory to be seeing your beating heart in my hand, I suggest you tell me where Kol is."

[andromedacho]

✨ → "our connection to nature and the balance of things is one of our largest sources of strength, though i'm sure you knew that already." she wears a smile of her own - a humble one at that so as to hide the rage and turmoil building up below the surface. the hybrid had caused her immeasurable pain, and as badly as she wanted to return the favor she had to refrain from allowing her emotions get the best of her. for better or for worse, kol loved his traitorous brother, and she loved him more than she despised the man in front of her.

watching as her good company closed in and examined her handiwork, the heretic found herself even more grateful for the foresight to conceal the original vampires blood she stored away as well as the destruction of her progress. nothing to implicate her in a conspiracy against him, and nothing damning. "i'm sure it's nothing that would be of any interest of good company such as yourself - a family heirloom lost for many years. and when life gives you lemons... you try to make lemonade." an ironic choice or phrase considering life nor nature had given her magic, and yet still there she sat. "and what is the big bad wolf doing out in the middle of the night? looking for red riding hood or the huntsman?"

"well, that's a witch for you. ever the treehugger." he smiles as he ventures closer, albeit offering her a wider berth than he'd grant most others as he loops around her little makeshift ritual. a healthy respect for witches and the power they wield, in that way, has certainly never hurt him. "at the very least, i'm good company, you can rest assured of that." and unwelcome company, but klaus has never minded moving in where he's far from wanted. even from a short distance away, he studies interconnecting lines of the map lying beneath her candles—smeared blood preventing him from making much sense of it. he beams; amused. impressed. "what is it your spell is looking for? perhaps i can help."

[andromedacho]

✨ → "my name isn't kol. if you're looking for him perhaps you should find him - after all, that does seem to be the simplest solution." andromeda had been willing to play pleasantries with a stranger in the name of good faith, but the harder he pushed, the harder she would push back. he was not a familiar face from all the years she and kol had spent together - or spent apart - so that left few options. either he was someone who knew the vampire from before her time ( possible, the most probable ) or he was sent to find him - neither of which appealed to her.

"i am not kol's keeper, i don't know where he is at this very moment, and i believe you knocked on my door demanding answers, and yet you've yet to offer a name yourself." the heretic reminded as she shuffled in her walkway, eye glued to the hand on the doorframe as she emphasized the fact that his brazen tone was not welcome there, and her patience was running thin. the last time kol mikaelson had gone to talk to someone he trusted he ended up daggered in a casket from nearly eighty years, and she wasn't about to invite trouble inside of her home. "unless you have a good reason for darkening my doorstep, and demanding my name, i suggest you leave before you come to regret it."

"No, I need to talk to Kol." Henrik was a little miffed by her move to avoid his question as to who she was. It was obvious that he had the right house - she would have denied having knowledge his brother's existence altogether if he was at the wrong front door. "If you want to help, you could tell me where he is.. And who you are." He pushed the topic a little more forcefully, his hand resting on the doorframe of the entryway. Henrik didn't like to push people to do as he asked, but he needed to see the other vampire. "If you're worried about his safety, then I'm the last one you need to be hiding him from."

[andromedacho]

✨ → for all the years that andromeda cho had known kol mikaelson it never failed to warm her undead heart that his words to her always rang true - as long as he could control it. she never questioned his devotion or fidelity, not his intentions. the trust was implicit and true, and it was something that was entirely theirs. she knew she would never tire of it - no matter how long forever lasted.

her bliss continues as he suggests his alternative revenge on his brother - while not quite as satisfying as ensuring that the hybrid never so much as held an ill thought toward his brother, the idea of rewarding the mikaelson with his own dagger had it's own thrill. "if you can explain them to me well enough i could use a locator spell and then we'll at least know where they are. from there we can make a plan, and see it through. do you think your siblings would be agreeable or is this your own personal revenge?" a starting point, as for the rest of his conundrum, she'd think on it. "for the record, i think it's a brilliant plan."

"And I'd burn the world to a crisp for you, Andromeda Cho." There wasn't a trace of a lie in his words, honesty and truth ranging through every syllable that he spoke. He meant it - Kol would turn the world upside down and back again just to make the heretic smile. And he'd do it without a second thought. His hand rested on the small of her back, gently rubbing up and down in a caring motion as a small smile spread across his face at the feeling of her lips against his cheek. "First thing's first, love - we track down those bloody daggers of his. And I need you to figure out a way to use his greatest weapon against him. I think it's time that we give Niklaus a taste of his own medicine, wouldn't you agree?"

[andromedacho]

✨ → the heretic rolls her eyes, though she pays the sarcastic remark no mind. it's clear that the vampire is still sensitive after all this time. "i believe the records of mystic falls record you and your brother as casualties in the battle of willow creek, and it's written down too so certainly it must be true by your logic." was the counter to his argument, though it did provide something interesting - an answer to her former question. "you must be damon then, stefan wouldn't have been old enough to be trusted to carry a casket. even an empty one at that." it was a good thing to note, an irony that at least one of her son's had become a vampire the same way she had. "you can't make me leave, but you can surely see your own way out."

"Option three. Ignatio." If she's going to sit here and make up stories, then so can he. Agitation prickles under his skin, because what started as a cute party trick on her end is quickly entering a blasphemous territory he didn't think he'd be so bothered by. "What the hell are you talking about? She died in 1858. I ... it says so right there." But no, they're past the point of pretending there's any degree of separation here. "I don't know who you think you knew, but that wasn't Lily." And again, mostly to convince himself, "Lily's buried in there. I helped carry the stupid casket myself." It was heavy, wasn't it? It had to be, because he's not touching the idea his mother lived long enough to come back for them and just. Didn't. "You should leave. You're already pissing me off."

[andromedacho]

✨ → andromeda cho felt no particular affection for mystic falls. it was terribly boring and uninteresting, but after nearly eighty-eight years apart, she would have stayed in a swamp if it meant she and kol could be together. it wasn't to say that she didn't appreciate the effort kol had gone to to secure them somewhere to call home - for now. it was homey, the sort of place she liked, and she was enjoying looking around the place, making silent plans when she heard someone at the door. answering it, she wasn't prepared to hear kol's name said, nor for someone to know that this was where they could find him. fighting the urge to slam the door in his face, she instead avoided the question. " no apologies necessary, though i'm afraid you've wasted a trip, i'm the only one here - is there anything else i could help you with?"

@andromedacho

"Kol, I -" Henrik stopped short when he realized who had opened the door wasn't in fact his older brother, but an unfamiliar face. He'd spent the better part of the day tracking him down to a modest house in Mystic Falls - one that he had obviously compelled himself in acquiring. Why, he wasn't sure. Although he had a feeling it was because of the woman staring back at him. "I'm sorry, I was just looking for Kol.. Who are you?"

[andromedacho]

✨ → "i'm considering it." filled to the brim with magic, it wasn't a question of if she could smite the man approaching, but if she wanted to. andromeda cho didn't feel like wasting the energy if it wasn't necessary - and he intrigues her more than he poses a threat.

"parker." the name strikes a chord inside her, an unfavorable one at that. it was the family name of the head of gemini coven, the very people whose life held everything in the balance, the whole coven at their mercy. it ensured the survival of the ruling line, ingenious really, but it came at the cost of being an outcast - an abomination in the eyes of everyone - the parents to which she was born, the coven, everyone in their social circles. it's an irony that they were finally rewarded with one of their own, a siphon, a perversion of nature, but she doesn't dwell on it longer.

"andromeda cho, and this is simply the site of a profound tragedy. witches were hanged here, their blood soaks the soil, their magic along with it. in places where great pain and suffering is endured by witches, nature is so disrupted that an impression is left behind.... their magic is able to be harvested for personal use by witches, by siphons... and by heretics."

it would have been easy enough to force him out with his explanation, especially with his ties to her oppresors, and yet. "if you can keep a handle on things, there's enough to go around."

a siphoner. now that's a really complex discovery that gives birth to a mess of different feeling-shaped things inside him. if it weren't for his new stalking hobby, his need to follow witchy-looking individuals around mystic falls to determine their likelihood of being useful to him in some way, he wouldn't have even witnessed this. observed her for what she is. but look at them now.

another fun discovery? the rush this place gives him; the leftover power like an electric current hanging in the air around them. he sees why she's committed herself to absorbing it. kind of wants a little taste himself.

when she turns around, he smiles, perfectly shameless. "i mean, i'm you in a different font, but ... smite away, if it makes you feel better." he rakes his gaze over her, mind going a hundred different directions at once in search of threads to pull for answers, answers. "but first, hi, i'm kai parker. what's your name and do you believe that sharing is caring re: whatever powerful ritual is happening in here?"

[andromedacho]

✨ → the figure in the dark is faceless at first, only a laugh to greet her as he approaches in the darkness toward the candlelight. her fingers had nimbly moved across the paper during the unimpeded approach, subtle movements so as to draw attention as she smeared the blood to obscure her progress in finding the daggers - a well thought out move as the figure becomes clear and she's met by the face of a figure she's only heard about - a suspicion confirmed by the moniker the hybrid gives himself.

for all her murderous intentions, she stares at the man as he looks across her set up, taking it all in as he questions her, referring to her as little witch. from anyone else it would have been insulting, getting beneath her skin and inspiring a more drastic form of action. yet, in the name of respecting kol's wishes, she remains quiet, and reserved. "performing a spell - i find it easiest to commune with nature when i'm surrounded by it. with all the talk of animal attacks and mysterious disappearances no one tends to give me any grief." none of it is a lie, it makes it easier. "i just wasn't expecting company."

at first, her only response is a laugh in the dark. then klaus steps out of the treeline, a roll of his shoulders helping him pull his jacket back on and finish dressing—luckily enough for this girl, he'd just returned from a wolf's hunt and wasn't still feeling the predatory effects of hunger. "calm yourself, little witch. it's only the big bad wolf, nothing to be alarmed about." his gaze cuts over the candles arranged before her, the map. interesting. "what are you up to all on your own out here?"

[andromedacho]

✨ → she struck a nerve, found pay dirt, she was right - he was close to her. "lady, what a gentleman. would that make you damon, or stefan?" the heretic asked with an eyebrow raised. she let the next question go unanswered in favor of a grand reveal for the already perturbed alleged relative of lillian salvatore. "even if i wanted to do that, lily isn't inside - she never was. her life didn't just end in the sanatorium, it began again... i met her after mystic falls - we were close until 1903 when the gemini coven took her away from me... took me a while to get her, but i did it." too consumed in clinging to the person she had left, and then mourning him too. "but i'm guessing you didn't know that - otherwise you wouldn't be so protective over guiseppe's bones."

Damon, in the rare occurrences he bothers to consider his human life, recognizes that time in two distinct segments: before vampires, and after vampires. Both are blurry on purpose. Humanity is a short, useless, fragile thing, and in the grand scheme of it, that life was a blip on his radar. A humble origin that shouldn't apply now, and certainly shouldn't be dug up by strangers. Naive, maybe, to believe his mother died in a world before all the supernatural nightmares, but it makes enough sense. Small town, small council, big secrets. He just doesn't like the idea of the two histories existing in conjunction. Puts a rotten taste in his mouth, hearing this stranger talk about his mother like she knows her. A vampire, he imagines, because who else would have been around to remember Lily? Though she speaks fondly, it feels like an invasion of his privacy. He doesn't take that kind of thing well. You look like her. Damon's jaw tightens. Yeah, he's heard that one before. Just not in a very, very long time.

"That doesn't answer my question, lady." She's proven she knows something, but he's still got no clue how. "You're a good century and a half late to this party. Why show up now?" Granted, he'd missed the funeral, too. Also on purpose, but he doesn't like to dwell on the hell little Stefan gave him for that, either. "Don't tell me this is some freaky, bone stealing gig you got going on. Let the woman rest." They both seem well aware she didn't get to do much of that alive.