PERHAPS HE WASN’T much of a forgive and forget kind of person. Despite them both wearing different faces now ( their first faces, ironically enough ), all Kol could see was his brother pressing a hex into him; all he could feel was the too-slow, too-quickly over torture that had been feeling his lungs drown themselves. His jaw ticked cautiously at Finn, the only other person in the room. Kol had been doing a rather good job at pretending like his brother didn’t exist for the last hour or so they had occupied the same space, but the pointed and expectant looks were beginning to wear even on his stubborn patience.Â
Kol finally looked up from the book in his lap, his lips sliding into a saccharine, too-sharp, thin-lipped smile. “What?”Â