As he sat his glass against the countertop he ran his fingers over the books splayed out on the tables surrounding him, dozens and dozens of spellbooks that would prepare even the simplest of witches for Armageddon itself. Kol was endlessly prepared, and ready to strike at a moments notice. Like a cobra, Kol had become the alpha in his own right, and had little regard to his remaining siblings feelings on his new and immediate change of heart. Fire with fire wouldn’t begin to cover his anger and rage, but it was a start. It was something worth expanding, and as Rebekah looked at him he couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of joy at the flexing of his new and epic power. 

I don’t care how much you hate someone. Don’t post their url. 

It had been a while since Rebekah came in paths with Kol. She tried to remain in contact with him, but with what just happened to her, she lost contact. In general, Kol, to her, wasn’t someone who loved and loved easily as Rebekah has found herself to do time and time again. Earlier that day, Rebekah kept trying to text him, but for some reason it was unable to send. The blonde Original knew where he was, he wasn’t that difficult of a person to find when she knew the percise location he was at. She told herself if she didn’t hear from him, she was going to make it so that she would appear at his front door so to speak. Her clothes reeked of the Atlantic ocean as well as damp. But she could careless, she didn’t want her brother to think for one second she walked away from him. Moreover, she was still plotting Elena’s ever so painful death for the attempt of killing her brother. Her hands pushed open the bar door as it flew back behind her, swaying back and forth. Her piercing blue’s scanned the horizon until she found the very person she’s been searching for, “When you don’t want to be found you certainly make that notable.”

It wasn’t long until the secret whispers of his sisters return from the grave awoke the remaining morsel of familial regard. His brow rose as she opened the door to the little hole he had perched himself in for the day. Deals with the local riff raff required less than notable meeting locations. Her blonde curls shimmered in the dusty beams of light and he couldn’t help but let a smirk turn on his dark lips. “Sweet Rebekah, had I wanted to steer you clear you would have never found me.” He replied with ease, bringing his crystalline glass of bourbon to his lips. “Do tell why your bleeding heart has brought you here? I have a meeting in the hour, so I have little time for the usual round of family bickering.” 

                            Cursed | Inquires | Rules of New Orleans | Verses

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nathaniel buzolic as hunter ellis in bones - the teacher in the books