･ﾟ✧ OF REBIRTH.

“i have no reason,” she immediately huffed out of frustration, letting her hand down by her side before catching eyes with the vampire. “or do you want me to practice on you?” she played, the sassiness evident in her voice. 

“did i hit a nerve, love?” his hands find the counter positioned behind him, hoisting himself up for a seat. he grins something derisive. “sounds a tad naughty. i’m not sure our little friend kai would appreciate us partaking in said activities.”

“ - Cool, right?” she asked with a little giggle, her bright eyes staring as the smoke danced out of her hand. It was a bad habit, but she tended to practice magic when she was bored - not paying attention to who is around her.

he’s yawning, his disinterest firmly manifested on his visage. “i’m bored,” he stresses rather indecently. his head tilts to the side, a gleam of mischief emitting from his amber hues. “and i know you’re capable of much worse than that, love.”

“ wow — i’m DEEPLY hurt by that, koley. ” the male replied sarcastically. “ but honestly, your insults mean nothing anymore. ”

kol no longer bothered containing the inevitable glare that reached his features, each time the witch mindlessly threw that repulsive nickname around. “fine by me,” he said at first, his expression easing up. “i’m not here to bicker with you anyhow.”

“Oh, I said —” it took the brunette a moment but he caught on. “Oh! - I said you’re beautiful – not uh, not in a ‘I wanna kiss ya’ way, but in a ‘if I hadda’ choose a guy.’ – Ya’ know, I’ll shut up, yeah, I’ll do that.”

the original was growing impatient, listening to this idiot’s insufferable ramblings. “you make it overwhelmingly difficult for me not to rip your head off,” he stated firmly.

“ why the hostility, brother, ” he questioned with amusement. “ is that what you believe? the many times klaus would be the deciding of your fate; to be the one to stake you in the heart ─ and yet, i am the one who is supposedly not allowed to grieve our loss moments? pity on us all. i guess there is some recaps to make up for. ” 

“yes, do tell elijah — because, although our tyrannical wanker of a brother daggers me any time i breathe wrong, you’re right there beside him quite capable of freeing me whenever the situation arises. but let’s see . . . do you?” he paused, eyes wandering with a finger tapping his chin for exaggerated consideration. “i think NOT.”

perhaps the biggest tragedy in love stories, are not the tales of star crossed lovers. perhaps it is the stories of the ones who were all too perfect for each other, and were torn apart by the word almost (x)

“Pardon?”

“you’re excused, darling. i’d take the opportunity to leave now while you have the chance. i sense a sweet vulnerability to your essence, and it seems the odor simply continues to get DELIGHTFULLY stronger.”

“Whatever, either way you can’t handle me and are you going to tell me your name?”

“you’ve yet to see what i can handle, dear.  — kol mikaelson. the pleasures yours.”

lux held up an onion ring in one hand, and a french fry in the other. “it’s the greatest question that has plagued our time, and modern food as we know it… - what goes better with burgers, onion rings or french fries?”

a smirk threatened to reveal on his lips. “i suppose, if i must choose,” he said, leaning in her direction to hinder any distance between them. “— you’re a more fitting side for me,” he decided loftily, sneaking an index finger beneath the girl’s chin to lift it enough for their eyes to meet.

“Kol? Didn’t my girlfriend kill you?”

“wrong answer,” he stated casually, though his actions spoke a different tone when his hand met with damon’s neck firmly, shoving him against a wall all in a blur. “though, i haven’t FORGOTTEN about that little escapade.” that sadistic smirk kol is so commonly found wearing, creeped it’s way back to his features while he clenched his grip tighter. “did you TRULY believe your pathetic excuse of a vampire girlfriend could keep me dead forever?” 

a scoff slipped from her lips as the stranger before her continued to act as if he was kol. he was definitely believable, she’d give him that. everything he said     how he simply spoke was so kol-like, it was hard not to believe him, but she knew better. she knew kol, at least she thought she did.  “you’re seriously not giving up the act, are you?? i applaud your dedication for your master,” her tone held so much harshness, but she’d grown accustomed to speaking to people in such a way. being regent and killing all of those witches to prove a point on her leaderships certainly gotten the best of her. all of that only so she’d keep the nine covens power to resurrect kol, and here was someone random trying to impersonate him. a gasp escaped from her lungs as the male advanced in such a way. a strong signal of danger was present, which immediately programmed in her to use her powers. the intensity of it flinging his body right off of hers, creating such a distance between the pair. she knew nothing could hurt her, she was too powerful, but worry was still present. “don’t you ever pull something like that on me again.”

in just moments, his bloodthirsty emergence was dismissed after his body was carelessly hurled about. he was stunned initially, but it was brief, instead his senses summoning something of overwhelming excitement. the original heeds no mind concerning how he’d overlooked such an efficacious and capable presence — seizing more power than kol ever could within that droll, witch body he once made home in. he straightened up, grounding both feet to the floor while dusting himself off. “for someone remarkably dense, that's an interesting power you’ve procured, witch.” he was laughing beneath a breath, the smug look upon his face impossible to wipe away. truth be told, the male’s crossed paths with copious, beautiful enchantresses — many to whom he had the pleasure of getting to know in more ways than one; although, this one in particular lit a gleam of significance in kol’s broadened eyes. “tell me,” he begins again, retreating to the matter at hand. “what sense would it make if my brother klaus sent me to find someone i was given no knowledge of, to falsify my identity as someone you seem to know so much about ? if that was the case, i would’ve simply mentioned knowing you to avoid all this pathetic bickering, considering i’m not someone who’s typically patient.” his eyes were narrowed an inch, complimenting the self-satisfied grin on his face. “of course, with all this wasted time, i could think of better ways we should be spending it.” there it is again — that same up and down examination; though this time around, it was more of an inspection. something seemed off. why was this girl so defensive over him in the first place?

She looked at him and rolled her eyes but still with that little smile on her lips “A lot of fun and I will say this nice, I’m not someone’s entertainment. Name’s Nora”

“a name suitable for someone of your eloquence. a name suitable for someone who’d fit my criteria regarding entertainment; seems you’ll be holding that title, love, despite what you say.”

She quietly scoffed. “Who are you? I’m Estela by the way.”

“we’ll leave the questions to me, love. what brings you to new orleans?”

alright, alright. i CONFESS. it was me. well, not entirely. my mother did the honors of casting the spell — you know, simply semantics. but relax, darling. no sense in being overly excited. let’s just say, it was for a good c a u s e.

“well, you don’t look like much fun — but i’ve heard it’s wrong to judge a book by it’s cover.” orion said, claiming a seat beside the other and seemingly inviting himself into their personal space.

kol side-eyed the individual who sat precisely in the danger zone. though slightly peeved, the smug expression on his face prevailed. “quite the opposite, in fact. i don’t recall asking for any company, however.”

“Can’t a girl drink in peace?”

“can’t a lad join an old friend?”