#sanguis:start

He peered into his glass for a moment or two before finally thrusting it outward, right beneath someone’s nose while his wrinkled in uncertainty and disdain. “Does this seem fresh to you?” Kol was talking about blood of course, poured into a fancy gilt goblet for him some time ago. He couldn’t quite pinpoint exactly when that might have been.

it had only been a couple of days since kaleb was resurrected -- though he still had no idea who did it or why it happened, he tried to accept it and see it as a second chance. as an apology from the ancestors for letting him die so young. however, he couldn’t barricade himself in his apartment forever and thus finally assembled the willpower to step outside again. after ordering his favourite drink at the rousseau’s, he was suddenly very aware of the presence beside him. “um, excuse me, but you’re kinda invading my personal space right now. would you mind moving a little?” kaleb mumbled without even facing the other person.

“You know, I should be used to this by now.” the witch mused, drink in hand. “I try, and I try... and I’m never enough.”  she added after a moment, a sad smirk forming upon her lips as she thought of the irony of her situation. She was heartbroken once again, at the hands of a friend, of someone she thought could be so much more. “I’ve not enough, and I’ll never be enough and I just have to get used to it.”

She wasn’t used to the heightened senses yet. They could be too much sometimes, especially on Bourbon Street where all the colors were too bright and the noises much too loud. Vicki stood with her eyes squeezed shut, hands buried in her hair as she struggled to relax and catch her breath. “God, can you shut up?” she growled, shaking her head as she hid beneath the awning of some rowdy bar. It was nighttime, but the bright yellow glow of those damn streetlamps shining all over New Orleans was just too intense.

with an over exaggerated sigh daniela fell into a seat, crossing a leg over the other as she waved down the bartender, “you know by everyday i think i’m remembering more and more why new orleans was never my favourite city in the world.” the brunette declared, looking over at the individual seated next to her as she lifted the drink that was placed in front of her to her lips, "actually," dani mused, "do you think you could give me some advice?"

Freya was never much of a fan of New Orleans, but after a week of being stuck at the compound with her family, she was more than ready to embrace the city as if she had actually missed it. Even without her powers, she had to be mediator and referee to all her sibling’s bickering and she deserved a drink. She deserved multiple actually.