#viikingwitch

her appreciation is noted, especially the enthusiasm in which it is delivered, with a tilt of his head and a subtle raise of his eyebrows. "'overseeing your drinking habits' is quite the dramatic way of phrasing 'handing you a bottle of water' but i know you mikaelsons live for the dramatics." he says, tone thoughtful as he uses his pointer finger to casually push the bottle closer to her. "but if you need a reason, it's because i care about you - and hydration is important"

"Oh, if it isn't my favorite witch," he crooned as he caught sight of her. "Please tell me what I did to earn this privilege." Perhaps he was laying it on thick but he didn't care. He was genuinely happy to see the Mikaelson witch despite knowing the feeling might not be mutual.

okay, bossy. "usually i wait until the third date to let someone order me around." the response is quick and glib and she waits one, two, three, four, five - before finally taking a seat. not because she was told to, you see, but because she wanted to. her head may be throbbing from where it impacted with a wall with speeds faster than recommended for a head-hitting-wall collision (literally) but this wasn't her first head injury. hmm. that probably made it worse, didn't it. oh well. "what's the prognosis, doc? am i still pretty?"

He smiles as he dishes up some pancakes, putting enough for a filling breakfast on the plate for her and places it down in front of her, along with a bowl of some fruit and maple syrup to go on top of them. “It would be indeed. Only a fool would turn down any of Antonio’s cooking; why one would want to deprive themselves of such culinary masterpieces, I do not know.”

because yes, unlike most other vampires he does drink other things besides alcohol.

a sneer is what comes out of him at that precise moment. because kol knew it was in the mikaelson's genes. they looked like cinnamon rolls, perfect copies and handsome and beautiful, but would still kill you. sometimes, all it takes is someone to make a comment about them for the rage to come out and everyone knows how it ends. in bloodshed. drinking his bourbon as he enjoyed the family meal, he couldn't help but lean towards his sister as he added. " isn't that the beauty of our family? sometimes, i wonder if our dear parents didn't have us all a day where they were both angry and on a mission to destroy one or more people. would i want you to change? would i want the others to change as well? no. " he shaked his head as he finished his drink. " we're perfect and if people don't get us, it's not the end of the world. as long as family comes above all, right? "

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"In our defense, it wasn't as if we actually tried to do it..." Eve began, but how much could they really try to feign ignorance? Or at the very least, could they really try to plead their case like that? "I vote in still having confidence in us..."