#bicuriousbilinski

@bicuriousbilinski

Kol, for all the frivolous facades he put on, was a very intelligent man and although he was forever cut off from the magic he’d loved he could still use his vampiric senses to feel things in the air, in the ground, in the atmosphere... And there was something in New Orleans that wasn’t there the last time he was in town. Something was... awake? Perhaps? He couldn’t be sure. Normally he’d smooze the local coven to see what was happening but Marcel had proven himself to be perhaps the worst fool he’d seen in centuries after what he’d done to them... A covenless witch was all he’d found and they’d been next to useless.

Still, he wasn’t about to let sleeping dogs lie and took it upon himself to investigate the bayou yet... after an afternoon’s snooping he’d nothing save more bugs than he’d ever wanted to be in close proximity too. The moon was now up and there would be more delightful ways to spend his time in the city’s clubs so he made his way out of the swamp and back towards civilisation. Though, as he reached the edge of the area he scented a human of all things and with a smirk went to investigate.

He came upon the man... boy really, who seemed to be looking around with a flashlight of all things and a vehicle nearby. Kol, ever the showman, decided to have a little fun and climbed a tree not to far away, sitting at ease in the upper branches as he waited for the human to get a little closer. Once he did Kol casually spoke, “Didn’t you parents tell you its dangerous to gaze into the bayou at night? Things have a habit of... Gazing back.” His eyes fixed on the boy as he spoke. 

Bonnie was pretty sure she’d prefer apocalyptic, end of days, death and destruction mayhem over mid term season at NOU. What was worse than high strung, stressed out twenty-somethings doing shots of Five Hour Energy and lines of Adderall to stay awake long enough to cram for exams that had pretty much snuck up on them? Most people would say “the end of the world.” 

Bonnie and Stiles? Not most people. 

What they were, however, was excellent study buddies. The inner machinations of his brain may have been a mystery she’d yet to fully unravel, but Bonnie had learned that he was an S-Tier note taker. Which had come as a surprise in and of itself with all of his fidgeting. Maybe it was because of the ADD that he’d learned to take high quality notes. Or maybe it was because Stiles was a natural born problem solver and didn’t like the not knowing just as much as Bonnie did. 

Whatever the reason was, Stiles Stilinski was the lightweight champion of their Humanities grading bell curve and she was going to harness his power like he was an anchor to a spell she was casting. The moon to her unlocking spell, if what she was unlocking was a college education. 

They’d been at it for hours already, had done practice tests and quick draw flashcards. Stiles had made a sword out of their highlighters, and Bonnie had played goalpost to the paper football he’d folded. After origami cat faces, cat faces with hats on them, and fortune tellers, she’d decided that they needed to refuel and had left Stiles at their table in the library to get in line at the strategically attached cafe. 

Striding back, coffee in hand, she noticed him stretching his arms over his head, twisting his torso, and rolling his head on his neck. The two cups went onto whatever paperless space of table she could find as Bonnie muttered, “Here, hold still,” and placed her hands on his shoulders. 

With a gentle, circular pressure in her thumbs, she rubbed the tension from her neck and shoulders. Her thumbs followed up the muscles along his spine as her fingers squeezed his middle trapezius. Where she touched knots she rubbed them loose until, eventually, his back and neck weren’t so tight. Before Bonnie moved to reclaim her seat she raked her nails through his hair and against his scalp, scratching his head lightly, then smoothing out his hair so she could fall back into her chair. 

“Better,” she asked, smiling softly as she picked her cup of coffee off the table. 

“I think I love you,” he said in mystified reply to which Bonnie snorted into her cup before taking a sip.