^{MIKAELSON, KOL:}

                      ^{HE WAS ANGRY, yes. Just that side of livid, in fact: but the more Draco spoke, the stronger Kol’s certainty grew that he was about to say something he could REGRET. Moreover, the bits he’d opened up had been slammed back down shut; the experiment in FRIENDSHIP having ended as quickly and inexplicably as it had began. Wordlessly, he took the letter, weighing it in his hand. A few sheafs of paper with a stiffer photo sandwiched in  between. He’d liked the kid: dismal name, but he’d had a brightness about him the likes of which Kol hadn’t seen in a millennium. Tempted to crumple the envelope, he stayed his own hand – though just barely – and put the letter down on the table for later review. When he finally spoke, his voice was just as it had ALWAYS been: closed… disinterested. “No, Mate. You left without any inclination you’d be back, either. ––– NO MATTER, that. Turns out a thousand years of disappointment makes one more seem small.” Eyes cold, jaw tight, chin up, he had put his armor back on. He was disappointed in himself. Kol had never bothered with FRIENDS. There were witches who had their endless uses, and his family – who had their endless heartbreaks. His unlikely friendship with the young father had been one of his OWN DESIGN: the first in his life. It served him in ways neither social nor monetary; he’d simply liked being around the small family, even as he had tried to find a cure for the Malfoy matriarch. In the wake of that FAILURE, he’d swiftly lost the closest bit he’d had to FAMILY in his life. He was ANGRY, yes, but he was disappointed: an emotion well-familiar with his family. EVERYONE LEFT. He’d been reminded.} 

^{❛ don’t give me that BULLSHIT. ❜       draco, don’t do this, don’t let your anger get the better of you. even when he was in his younger years, anger was a better solution than worrying about any of his emotions. he would always think back to the times in 6th year, when he just locked himself in his bathroom SOBBING. that was also the same year that moaning myrtle had stumbled into his bathroom, accidentally took the wrong turn & got LOST, then she just found draco. it was the first person that he had opened up to in a really long time, & so was kol. now he was sitting in front of kol, more & more anger filling inside of him.       ❛ i told you that i COULDN’T stay, & i was planning on telling you that i was leaving, but it was too hard. i didn’t know how to tell the only person that has ever shown me any sign of friendship & trust that i might not ever be coming back. truth be told, i didn’t WANT to come back. the only reason i came back was because of YOU. ❜       he loved his friend, & he doesn’t just throw around that word lightly. in fact he’s never really said it to too many people. it was mainly just astoria & his son, & now that his wife was dead, he had to be there for scorpius even more so.       ❛ you’re my best mate, whether or not you want to be, & i’m really sorry that i didn’t tell you that i left. but you can’t stay angry at me for too long, what would you be without me    ?    ❜       he tried to lighten the situation, but with the way that his friend was sitting & staring at him, there was NO way that he could lighten it. he didn’t want to lose his friend, he would rather cut off his own arm than lose kol. so, there was only one thing that he could do, & that was build up enough courage before opening his mouth,       ❛ i LOVE you, kol, i wouldn’t leave you. i don’t mean, ‘i love you’, in that way i mean it in the, ‘that’s my mate’, kind of way, just to CLARIFY. ❜}