#beyondamaged

     “-- I’m not sure, you looked absolutely rabid just before you bit me.” He shoots her a glare, rubbing his arm as though it had actually hurt him. “That’s cheating and you know it.”

     “Now this is a surprise.” Kol arches an eyebrow as he wipes some blood from his lip, licking it off his thumb. His meal is slumped against the wall; breathing but unconscious. An attempt to get his brothers to stop breathing over his shoulders by following along with the stupid rules - though who knows how long that will last. “Haven’t seen one of YOU LOT in a while. Though I have been out of commission for a few centuries, no fault of mine, I assure you.” He grins. “So what are Visitors up to these days?”

     It’s an offer Hayley hadn’t expected and from one of the last people she would’ve guessed to stand up for her and her daughter. As a mother, she’d never begrudge Astrid for any of her feelings toward the rest of the Originals and frankly agreed that she was justified. Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah had done little to give her any sign of good faith after what they’d done to her father and it was a complicated history that Hayley was constantly learning more and more about as time went on. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned so far being a part of this family, it’s that I’m always worried about a fight.” She reminded her with a heavy sigh, shaking her head as she looked to the floor. “But I can’t ask you to do this Astrid, I can’t let you risk your life for me or for Hope.” 

       “Oh dear, it looks like I may have.” Elijah was, in his defense, a tiny bit drunk. However, not enough that it actually impaired his motor functions in the slightest. His lips were tugged into a smirk as he shook his head with fake regret as he looked at the drink spread on Naomhán’s shirt. “How clumsy of me. We shall just have to get you out of that shirt, won’t we?” He’s aware of Niklaus watching them from the other side of the party, but there’s nothing he can do about it ( right now, anyway. )

      “Excuse me, sir?” Josie’s timid, but that’s not unusual for her. Despite her father’s wishes about her seeking out any of the Mikaelsons, that seemed to be the only time she didn’t mind defying him. Well. And with using dark magic. And befriending Hope ( to an extent? she’s still confused about that, really. ) Regardless, she’s here and one of the oldest is in front of her and she feels like she might actually vibrate off the face of the Earth. “I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about.. er..” She hesitates and looks down at the books in her arms, rifling through papers and reads off a Norse word for some form of magic, mispronouncing it without meaning to. She winces, knowing she butchered it. “That was probably wrong. I’m sorry.” 

      “Well well well - looks who’s come out of the woodwork. If it isn’t the little MINI ELIJAH.” He supposes better a Mini Elijah than a Mini Finn; but really both of those two options are incredibly DULL. Why couldn’t she have been a Mini Kol? “I suppose rumours of DADDY DEAREST drew you into town. Don’t get your hopes up, he’s an ARSE. He hurt my feelings.” Not that Kol has much of them to start with. Astrid however, has plenty.

            “Peter Hale.” Elijah drawls the name out as he approaches. “Rumour has it that you were DEAD, yet here you stand. How FORTUNATE - for both of us.” He tilts his head, and holds his hand out for the werewolf to shake. “I am Elijah. Have you heard of me?”

            “It’s been A WEEK.” since Malia tracked him down all the way to New Orleans, since he told her he’s a hybrid now, since he said he has a PLAN but they just had to wait. She’s been waiting. And waiting. Patience wasn’t one of her favourite things. “When are you going to do something?”