i became good at pretending. i became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. and sometimes, when i did a really good job of pretending, i even fooled myself.
His index finger waved playfully as a charismatic grin fell upon his features.
“I knew it. Something was different about you. Shall we catch a drink for old time’s sake?”
His words were laced with intention, he needed her assistance.
STARTER FOR: @KlTTYP00L
Mystic Falls.
By G’ds he loathed the place. It’s where he was born. Died. Born again. Died again. Kol was walking down the streets on a crisp cool night, minding his business when he heard the sound of glass breaking in a near by bar. Curiosity had
gotten to the best of his and he went to go investigate. Did his eyes betray him or was little miss stuck up actually throwing a decent party? Two hostage were strapped to a chair, each with their own, pleading for their life.
Kol recognized the look in Caroline’s eyes. She had
turned off her humanity. Kol’s infamous, chaotic grin spread across his features.
“You threw a party and didn’t invite me? I’m feeling are hurt.”
The voice chimed in from the doorway, his posture leaning against a door frame, arms crossed.