#c; Kol

[tanvimvshra]

WHO: @kolkingston WHERE: Lantern Release at Sunset

In truth, Tanvi hadn't planned to attend the lantern release. She actually hadn't planned to be at the event all day, her evening was supposed to be spent in sweatpants on her couch, watching Temptation Island while surrounded by a gluttonous amount of snacks and the world's largest Arnold Palmer. And yet... there she was. Standing on the outskirts of the lantern release with her hands shoved into the pockets of her light jacket, shifting her weight from foot to foot, as she silently debated on participating- sending a lantern out in memory of her late sister, Jaya.

It took quite a few minutes of silent debate but eventually, Tanvi landed on a decision and without any further thought (and time for her to change her mind again), she began to move towards the edge of the event where they were handing out lanterns. However, she hadn't been paying much attention to her surroundings, lost in her own thoughts, and ended up walking directly into another person.

Stumbling backwards, her hands darted out to steady herself as apologies (and profanities) quickly spilled past her lips. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you- I'd blame the sun but I was just not paying attention, stuck in my own head, you know?" Soft laughter left her lips as she shook her head, finally getting her rambling thoughts under control as she regained her composure. "Sorry, again. Are you okay?"

[esra-ulusoy]

WHERE: Through The Grapevine Winery... Brunch!

@kolkingston

The weight of her head felt unbearably heavy, as if filled with fine sand that threatened to pull her down to the ground. She regretted drinking so much. Perhaps it was the excitement of Mimosa Mondays that had tempted her; Esra had found herself eagerly knocking back glasses while animatedly chatting with her cousins. It was a small gathering, a chance to reconnect after one of them had recently gotten engaged, and the occasion sparked spirited discussions about wedding destinations—along with the perfect excuse to indulge in drinks, of course.

As they debated the allure of Spain versus the romance of Italy, Esra had lost herself in the effervescent bubbles and the tangy citrus flavors, eagerly distracting herself from the more serious matters of color palettes—an area she usually relished discussing. Now, while the laughter and gossip of her cousins echoed on the patio, Esra sought solace beneath the radiant sun in the parking lot, trying to sober up. She curled up, resting her head on her arms, cradled by her knees. Just then, she sensed a shadow looming over her and sighed, “Five more minutes,” groaning as she lifted her head, squinting against the bright light.

[ofenigmas]

who: @ofxlilac {kol sinclair} where: beatrice's purgatory -- condo 10 when: march 1

When they'd been kids (and even teenagers) who lived in their father's penthouse, Jaren never bothered to knock before bursting into Kol's room with his latest gossip. It's only his brother's locked front door that has him knocking this time. "Man, just give me a key so you can stop getting up to let me in!" Jaren complains from the outside of the condo. "I'm bored!"

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

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still haven’t gotten the chance to fully get back into writing yet but I do have more of the sweet moment between them that I worked on last week

Imogen kept her eyes fixated on Bix as the mechanic admired their laced fingers. Then Bix’s brow creased curiously and Imogen felt her thumb brush over the old blaster scar on the back of her left hand. She instinctively flinched away. “What are you doing?” 

Bix glanced up incredulously. She reached for Imogen’s hand again, which the other woman tentatively surrendered. “All the things you’ve let me do to you and touching your scars is where you draw the line?” 

“That one is just…” Imogen tried not to get distracted by the delicate trail of Bix’s fingertip over the raised flesh. She detested any mark that marred her otherwise untouched skin. For Imogen, scars were a sign of failure ��� of being less than perfect. This particular wound reached even deeper. “Sensitive.”

“It looks like a blaster graze,” the mechanic muttered thoughtfully.

“It is.”

Bix’s caress traveled to the curve of Imogen’s wrist and the bounty hunter held back a sigh of relief. “From one of your bounties?”

Imogen’s reply took a moment to leave her lips. It may be a simple answer, but it was sure to inspire more questions she did not particularly wish to broach. “No. A clone trooper.”

Sure enough, Bix asked “You fought with them, right? In the Clone Wars?”

Imogen gave a single nod and did not take her gaze away from where the mechanic’s fingers brushed over her cool skin. “Until the very moment they stormed the temple on Coruscant.”

“The Jedi Purge.”

“Yes.” Imogen remembered the confusion and desperation as blaster bolts lit up the halls of the Jedi Temple. How, no matter the strength of their efforts, the fight was over almost as soon as it started. And how the death of an era ushered in her rebirth. 

“I’ve only heard stories. Honestly, before I met you, I would have believed that’s all they were.”

“That is what the Empire prefers.”

“How did you survive it?” Bix asked carefully.

“You already know,” Imogen answered quietly.

Bix glanced over at the lightsaber on the table, no doubt recalling that the crystal inside once belonged to Imogen’s master. “I guess I do,” she said and brought Imogen’s hand up to plant a kiss on her palm. 

The soft touch of her lips brought forth a warm swell of adoration. Not just for the simple pleasure of physical connection, but Imogen noted that the placement of her kiss seemed entirely intentional. Bix did not wish to cause any more discomfort with her questioning or put unwanted contact on the scar tissue. But she kept her affection close enough to be pointed. To soothe what still caused the former Jedi’s mind to fret. 

“These wounds should not be forgotten, but I admit that they still cause me pain,” Imogen said slowly. Her words felt as if she forcefully tore all of her old scars wide open again. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a beat, focusing on the presence of the woman beside her. Bix felt so vibrant through the Force like a light that guided her through a very long, dark tunnel. “You, my love, have the opposite effect.”

[ofsupernovcs]

Closed for @hellonexrth - Jesse

Kol was reveling in his newfound power. He was starving, his mouth was watering for blood. He could practically hear that bore of his brother saying he was being too indulgent. Kol would laugh in his face. Kol need-no deserved the extra power. He wanted to put the collective out of their misery. And the poor construction crew he found. He finished his second snack and perched his head.

"Seems that we have company." Kol said with an amused grin. He picked up his bat. "Come out little one." Kol said. "I promise I won't bite." He said as he crossed his fingers behind his back.

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @hybridnik

"What's the plan, brother? Infiltrate their headquarters and have ourselves a feast or-?"

[marcelgerrard]

"Y'know, Kol, I've been trying to avoid you, as a little sign of gratitude for helping save Davina's life. Even after that little murder spree sprint you pulled last year, I kept my distance. But that doesn't mean I haven't noticed. The way you're sneaking around, having her run errands for you. She's not your witch for hire, and she doesn't owe you a damn thing. So whatever it is you're doing, whatever your plan is, you keep her out of it. You, your toxic family, you don't go anywhere near my daughter. If she so much as catches a cold as a result of something you've done, I'll kill you myself, I don't care who -- or what you are."

[bamsidsuperbitch]

CONTINUED FROM HERE

Sidney pursed her lips, eyebrows furrowed worryingly.

“ ah… um stay here okay? “

The brunette scurried off to grab the first aid returning as quickly as she left

“ Here..give the glass.. please? “

She didn’t reach for it, instead allowing him to hand it over.

As someone who occasionally had a flashback herself knew not to just jump in even if calm.

“ I’ll bandage you up. I…is that okay? “

Sidney asked with a hum pulling the things she needed out.

[vamprxism]

Closed, @bittenlore

Guilt subsides him. Despite what his siblings may think, he has not forgotten of their younger, reckless, brother. Not knowing where his siblings were, other than the inside of the box he’d even grown to know— still plagues his conscious. “Do not leave, Kol. Whether we like it or not, we are a family.“ Tongue lulls against the inside of his cheek, muscles twitching in his jaw. “I will not allow him to lock us away again.” Should he stop him— by any means necessary. “Nor Rebekah.”

[kolmikalson]

"I'm not exactly thrilled about this situation either." Finnick may be dealing with the psychical injuries, but Kol burdened it emotionally. The call had been too close, his greatest fear within touching distance. Despite how hard he tried, he couldn't hold it off, and that terrified him. His mouth dried out again, desperate for a drink, if only to chase the humanity away. "There's no use teasing me, and that's all that discussing my darkest fantasies would do. Unfortunately, the rebels need their nursing staff. Unless you'd be happy for me to slaughter them?" Kol questioned, eyebrows raised in amusement. It was a hyperbole, of course, he was far away from the monster he'd once been. But their efforts weren't enough, not when Finnick was still lay here, and that infuriated him. "I never did like that tribute of yours. Elena, was it? And now she's partly responsible for your recovery. I'd sooner have you use that rope to tie around her neck than to avoid watching a terrible soap opera."

"Ah, this is better than the cells. At least you have visitation," he noted, nudging Finnick's shoulder with his own. They'd always had eachother, but Finnick had Annie now, and Maris. That would always mean more than the four walls that surrounded them. "It's a form of compulsion," Kol went on to explain, answering the blonde's questions. "Your brain is more susceptible to manipulation whilst you're sleeping, naturally. So we can control you visually, as well as verbally. You couldn't sleep undisturbed after your parents died, so I guided you to them until you understood the loss. I don't see any reason why I couldn't replicate that now, if you wanted. A full eight hours would do your body some good."

“So everybody loves to remind me,” he sighed, his tone matching Kol’s; though he wasn’t upset about being shot. That was the nature of war. He was just exhausted with the recovery process, that more time was being stolen from him, that he was being forced to endure nightmares instead of being with his family, enjoying the free world they’d given everything to restore. Knowing Kol was just teasing, mostly, Finn even attempted half a chuckle. “Still up for hearing them though. At least it’d be somewhat entertaining. I don’t know how many more ’District Two P.D’ reruns I can take. Any chance you could find me some rope around here?” Kol went on to confirm his fears, Finnick rubbing at his eyes in frustration despite knowing he was right. “Yeah. Well, great! It’s like I never left the cells.” It was an unfair statement, but he could be as dramatic as his big brother at times.

With another sigh, Finnick had just risen to his feet, finishing dressing himself, uncaring about how he looked, when Kol continued. He paused in his tracks immediately, eyeing the vampire, unsure what he’d just heard. “You… what?” Exhausted, confused, Finnick wondered briefly if he was already dreaming. “What are you talking about?” Returning to his brother’s side, he sat back on the bed. “You’ve.. manipulated my dreams? How is that even possible?”

[strawberryxmagic]

you're sure as hell overdressed . what , were you out all night or something ? / kol to hope

artemis looked down at her dress. "what you don't like it? i was, actually." she'd needed to get out of the compound for a bit and dressing up and going out for the night had made her feel more like her old self. before she'd gone ripper.

[ofenigmas]

Adeline, despite her distaste for Vice, does at least make a habit of keeping occasional tabs on the high-ranking families. Of course, she's far too familiar with the Vales, Wildes, and Knights, but the sporadic Kings that pop up... This one appears too young to be a King... Is he related to one? Perhaps a cousin of the... Vos family? She struggles to keep up. Regardless of his surname, he is blocking her path to the refreshments. "Excuse me. Do you make a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time?" she remarks, patience growing thin and not wanting to reach around him.

@ofxlilac

[labonairborn]

" i'm glad someone is finally home, this house was beginning to feel a little too eery for my liking. " hayley moved her way down the staircase, moving to sit on the bottom step, legs closer to her chest to preserve warmth, a weak smile on her lips. she had not seen elijah in what felt like weeks, and she was beginning to feel a little hurt. she knew he had awoken, but his presence was faint, and thus she assumed the worst. her mind wandered to possibility that wounded her, and instead, was looking for a distraction. kol was going to be that distraction. "good evening?" @dvlishkol

[catalina-g]

Catalina sat silently when she spoke about religion and the like, she had always been taught one way by her parents and even if she didn't fully agree with it when she was younger—his take was one she hadn't yet let enter her mind. She laughed, though, thinking on it a few moments after he finished and seeing how, well, he could be right. "You know, life has had me feeling that way too. A lot of times it feels like a tennis match between the two, Satan wins every other set if not .... the match is almost over."

Her hand was placed against her chest, flattered in the smallest way when he mentioned how young she looked. "Oh, that's so great you think so. I'm turning the big three-oh in about a week or so. Feels like a whole new step into being considered....old." she faked a look of despair for a second before speaking again. "No offense." she laughed. The tone had changed when he began speaking again, her brow cocking in confusion. "I don't think they're the same two stories," she added, knowing that hers had always been a tale spun to keep kids out of certain areas, his obviously being one of truth. "Change of topic? Or do you want to dive into that?"

"I'm not really sure God exists anymore," he stated, clearly despondent, "life keeps proving to me that if all that religious bullshit is real then Satan won that war. Hell is earth, hell is this life." As Kol returned his tumbler to his mouth he sucked in a breath and released the heavy sigh into the glass before finishing off what remained inside. "But—doesn't stop me from wishing for a miracle. I'm giving that asshole a chance to prove me wrong." He'd gladly go to hell for his blasphemy and his doubt if it meant Gabby was returned.

Unfortunately Kol wouldn't be able to make the same claims. His alcohol intake blurred quite a lot thee last five years, to the point that even spots in his past were hazy. The drink served it's purpose. At least one thing was going right. "We might've crossed paths but you look quite a bit younger than me and I haven't really seriously looked at woman since I met my wife back in college," he cleared his throat a little, "ex-wife." Maybe the clarification wasn't necessary but knowing MJ was in town he didn't want to do her the disservice. Her questions were harmless until she got to the last one and then Kol stilled and his blue eyes fixed on her. Most people seemed to know by now, and he couldn't blame her, it wasn't her business to tread lightly around him on certain topics. "There's only one girl's disappearance that I care about right now and I won't apologize for being selfish about that."

[ofsupernovcs]

Closed for @devouredxmuses

The hybrid was walking around the French Quarter. So many memories. Love, hatred, and throwing an asshole or two against the wall. The good old days. As he continued to walk across the street where he noticed the ongoing car.

Kol wordlessly pulled the other back, rolling his eyes. Are people just that stupid.Kol sighed as he finally talked.

"I would say you're welcome but it seems that you can't even look both ways before crossing the street."

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @davinaxclaire

"Davina, my love, are you alright?"