Kol Mikaelson

location : mikaelson mansion . 

        because of hope and the pictures she showed her along with her memories , davina was well aware of the future . This is the one she marries . He was drunk and pretty much holding on to her . So far she got him at least to the bed and took off his shoes .  Coming from the future to someone you are in love with but has no idea who you are—” I’ll be here .” Although this was not her home and she felt a little awkward . Eyes looked at his as he stroke her hair . “ I’m sorry .” She apologized as she took hold of his hand . 

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World Views/Experiences †: Did they come from a religious family/culture? ☩: Do they practice any sort of religion? If so, is it the same as their family’s? 📿: Have they ever had a supernatural experience? 💣: Did they ever get caught in a situation because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time? ✨: What motivates them? Is it a deep rooted passion/motivation, or is it something they struggle with from time to time? 💊: Have they ever dabbled in drugs? If so, what kinds? ☣: Have they ever been severely ill? If so, did it leave an effect on their overall health in the long run? 💉: Do they suffer from any sort of chronic illness or bodily fragility? ✪: Have they ever let a rare opportunity slip them by?

Locations 🔅: What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why? 💧: Are there any places they avoid? If so, why? 🔥: What’s a place that left them motivated in some fashion? 💋: Where did they have their first kiss? Do they remember who it was with? 🌟: Do they have any places they want to go before they die? For what reasons do they want to go there? 🌙: Where is the most unusual place they’ve fallen asleep at?

faithful place is a novel by tana french. 

‘ i wish there was something i could say to make it better, but there isn’t. sometimes things are just really, really bad, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. ’

‘ i’m a big believer in good manners, me. ’

‘ and no nightmares tonight, ok, chickadee? only sweet dreams allowed. that’s an order. ’

‘ i’ve got news for you: everyone always has an agenda. ’

‘ and proper families look after each other. that’s what they’re for. ’

‘ i apologise. i apologise double. and i apologise triple, from the heart, with a cherry on top. ’

‘ and meanwhile, i bet everything would look brighter if you got a good night’s sleep. bedtime. ’

‘ even if i thought you’d hopped on a spaceship to another planet, i’d come looking for you, and i wouldn’t stop till i found you. ’

‘ shh, hon. shh. it’ll be ok. ’

‘ i don’t think there are any rules for how you’re supposed to act when someone you care about dies, sweetheart. i think you just have to figure it out as you go along. ’

‘ that doesn’t matter. no child in the world is strong enough for this. ’

‘ if i disappeared, would you think i had run away? ’

‘ mock all you want. these things matter. ’

‘ you don’t have to like your family, you don’t even have to spend time with them, to know them right down to the bone. ’

‘ it happens to me, too. it’s just your head getting used to things. it’ll stop in a while. ’

‘ what i’m trying to tell you is that there’s another kind of secret as well. the kind where, even if there’s nothing bad about it, someone else has a right to know it too. ’

‘ sooner or later, we all end up getting a good kick in the certainties. that’s what life is. the trick is to turn that kick into a stepping stone towards the next level of certainty. ’

‘ let me pour you a nice cold refreshing glass of reality. most people are only too delighted to wreck each other’s heads. ’

‘ and i wish to god i could say that everything’ll be all right once you tell the truth, but i can’t. i can’t even promise that you’ll feel better; you might, but you could just as easily end up feeling even worse. all i can tell you is that you need to do it, either way. some things in life aren’t optional. ’

‘ i’m not happy when i can’t keep track of how many people are around me. ’

‘ it means that we both fucked up here, you and me, and now the best thing we can do is concentrate on damage limitation. ’

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Eating habits and sample daily menu

Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Makeup?

Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

Intellectual pursuits?

Favorite book genre?

Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Biggest and smallest short term goal?

Biggest and smallest long term goal?

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

Favorite beverage?

What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

What is their biggest regret?

Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

Most prized possession?

Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Concept of home and family?

Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

What makes them feel guilty?

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

How misanthropic are they?

Hobbies?

How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

Religion?

Superstitions or views on the occult?

Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

How do they express love?

If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

klaus was often disagreeable, sometimes simply for the sake of it. he was certain he had all the reasons in the world to refuse kol’s strange claims however, and yet they were confirmed by … how should he even describe her? a time traveling future daughter of his? klaus wanted to laugh every time the matter surfaced to the forefront of his mind. of course he couldn’t believe it, the mere thought led him to question his own sanity. in the end, kol would have his way, after all he was willing to peruse his little brother’s mind for some semblance of an explanation.

she’d  found  herself  at  a   C O N S T A N T   loss  back  then:  that  even  now,  her  very  being  could  sense  so  much  power  and  yet  her  fragile  desires  to  be  around  family  outweighed  everything  else.  admittedly,  it  was  hard  to  deny  the  pull  of  the  very  breakthrough  she’d  be  able  to accomplish.  that  perhaps  if  she  pushed  a  little  harder,  she’d  find  herself  one  step  closer  to  escaping  the  clutches  of  dahlia  (  though  her  aunts  hands  remained  firmly  around  her  throat,  a  collar  to  remind  her  of  all  she  couldn’t  have  ).  

uncertain  and,  somewhat,  hopeful  that  he’d  remember  her  only  in  familiarity;  she  didn’t  need  to  have  anyone  with  any  leverage  over  her  head  or  in  turn,  questions  unanswered  as  to  just  how  she  was  alive  over  a  hundred  years  since  their  last  interaction.  “  I’ll  be  gone  in  no  time,  I  assure  you.  ”

moving forward the male gripped the female pulling her into a tight gripped hug. “freya... I’m so happy you are here... I could really use you right now..” he stated pulling back before noticing the look on the other’s face.