you are like SNOW, it's cold and cruel to begin with, but it's somehow BEAUTIFUL, and you miss it when it's not there. and if you hold it in your hands close enough and long enough, it CHANGES, it melts.
❛ do you think if we fake a PROPOSAL then we can get firecrackers for free? i heard that sometimes it happens when eating. besides, you ‘forgot’ your wallet & i ‘forgot’ mine too. ❜ did kol even celebrate this american holiday ? draco had never even heard of it, let alone celebrated it. ❛ i’ve never lit my own fireworks anyways, the last time i REALLY saw them in person was when i was like 16. but anyways, i was serious about the proposal. do it, i dare you, you WON’T. ❜ the night would most likely end in them BURNING new orleans down to the ground.
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. ❜
there was a long& almost painful silence between the two boys, months had gone by without speaking to each other. there was nothing more than a, ‘are you going to come over tomorrow ? i want to show you this movie that i found, you’re going to love it ! ’ & the actual decency of draco to go, ‘of course.’ it wasn’t that he wanted to leave, but he didn’t have the heart to tell kol that he was leaving. he didn’t have the knowledge that everyone left him, & he wasn’t going to blame kol for not telling him that stuff. he just wished that he KNEW. ❛ i got all your letters, i just didn’t know how to answer them. ❜ that wasn’t the best way to start a conversation. he knew that it wasn’t the best thing to say, but he had just said it. there was one letter that particularly broke draco’s heart, & all it said was—— ‘are you okay ? ‘ ❛ i didn’t think that you were going to be MAD, i thought that you would be happy that i’m back. not for too long though, just until christmas, that’s when scorpius gets back from hogwarts. ❜ he reaches into his bag, pulling out a small envelope for him, an envelope filled with a letter, but it wasn’t from him. ❛ scorp wanted me to give this to you, he also put a picture in there, it’s a moving one too. i don’t think that you have any of those. ❜ he tried to make things better, but NOTHING was going to work. he wanted to have him not hate him, but draco had almost ruined everything. ❛ look, if you aren’t going to talk to me, then at least let me talk. astoria died, i didn’t want to talk to anyone & we had to go back. i told you in the beginning of this friendship that it was just for the summer anyways. so it was a wakeup call that i had to get us back to england, i don’t see why you’re so mad. you are overreacting, it’s not like i left without any intentions of ever coming back. ❜
❛ you know, i never had a REAL valentine before. astoria doesn’t really celebrate it. i think that scorpius should find one this year as well, he is getting to that age. ❜ he & kol had just finished a movie that draco had, for the first time, actually liked. he couldn’t remember the name of it, mainly because kol was YAPPING in his ear about it every five minutes, but he didn’t mind too much. ❛ i was a prick in hogwarts, so the only girl that ever wanted to date me was this one, & she was just OBSESSED. so, the most i did was ruin valentines day for everyone else. ❜ then, an idea came into his head. ❛ do you want to ruin someones valentines day ? ❜
HIS SMILE GREW, and he had to stop for a split-moment to marvel that, for the firs time in a MILLENNIUM, he had someone he figured was a friend. Not for anything other than the fact that she was wicked and cut through the monotony of the day all-too easily. “Someone like you,” he repeated. “Sheltered. British. Entirely inexperienced in the way of the world beyond your doorstep.” he nodded severely for a moment before reaching a hand over the popcorn bowl. “You are learning,” he said. “We’ll try the film again when you’ve settled more into life outside the bubble.” THE BUBBLE: his term for the magical community of the BRITISH ISLE who, save for the few other communities so isolated they’d become sovereign, kept to themselves. Someone as sharp as Darcy deserved to be far OUT of that bubble; he wondered how she’d gone so long without being suffocated by the smallness of her own world. Kol paused at her words, remembering the offer he hadn’t yet given her. “I’ve got a lock on almost any healing magic,” he said, tone teetering away from the casualness with which he’d hoped to continue on, as though he was introducing the film he’d just put in. “I’ve studied more and written MORE than anyone you’re going to meet here or anywhere else. ––What I’m meaning to say, is,” He turned from the screen, picking up a piece of popcorn. Casual. “I know a thing or two about generational curses. More than a thing or two, in fact. I dedicated almost a century to them. ––I’m a bit older than I look. If you want to save the ponce, I’m a good bet.”
she had to admit, when kol smiled, it was honestly like she was looking at some kind of an ANGEL. he almost seemed like a veela, so nice & pleasing to look at out the outside, but when he is angry, he is just ugly. ❛ you should smile way more often, mikaelson. you have quite the pearls. ❜ a small laugh escaped her lips, making her look back towards her hands, were were currently on her lap. ❛ a CENTURY? i love an older man. ❜ it was a joke though, & the smile that was present on her features could show it. she actually liked spending her time with kol, because she didn’t think that anyone understood her as much as this man did. she saw appeal in him, but if she wasn’t married, she would still feel this way about him–– that he was special. special in the way of how she is awful at making friends, but now she finally has one, & it’s AMAZING. ❛ how about this, you can teach me how to use stuff without wands, & i can teach you how to use a broom! i can give you my husbands, & we can use it together. it’s a nimbus 2016, brand new. ❜ she mentioned to him, but she knew that he was probably going to mention how she needed to drop it, but that is just something that she CAN’T, not even for a second. ❛ i hope that you understand how happy i am that you are helping me, i don’t think i would have ever gotten along without you. i would have shown up at a coven meeting with my wand, & they probably would have attacked me or something. ❜ she shrugged, looking back up to meet his blue eyes. just her luck that she ran into someone that has been doing magic for longer than she has, someone who isn’t her father. ❛ or maybe i can take you to diagon alley & get you a wand of yourself, i’m sure you’d make a GREAT addition to hogwarts, even if you’d probably be the worst. ❜
“THERE’S SOMETHING TO be said about a film being a guilty pleasure, you know,” he said, not particularly torn up that Darcy hadn’t enjoyed the mostly-mindless apocalypse. “Beside, I wouldn’t expect someone like YOU to get it.” The bait. THE BAIT. He was most adept at the bait. Kol tossed a piece of the popcorn –– what he had been told was REQUISITE movie fare, though he couldn’t have cared less for it –– toward her, pushing himself forward to grab the remote control, ending the scene (the fifth gratuitously-bloody scene in a row, which even he could admit was teetering toward the excessive) with a flicker on the screen. He’d amassed a considerable number of films as a point of study. The movies had helped the already-quick Kol surround himself in the popular culture of the day with an ease he hadn’t had in centuries past. He’d DOWNLOADED the twentieth century, and had taken the time from his work to do the same for the SHELTERED WITCH FROM ACROSS THE SEA. He pulled a disk from its case, sliding it in. “This is a bit more sedate,” he said. “Something to take your mind off your devil spawn and infirm BALL AND CHAIN you’ve dragged to New Orleans.” He flashed an over-bright smile at her, covering the ticking moment of confusion. Were they? FRIENDS, that was. The last friend he’d made had been an awful CON. “I don’t usually do movie days with my enemies,” he said, settling back down next to the popcorn bowl. “Tell your husband he’s free to swing by, though I’m a bit of a wanker.” He flashed his teeth once more, not entirely sure himself if he was joking with her, or warning her. BIT OF BOTH, maybe.
❛ someone like me? what do you mean by that? that someone like me doesn’t understand how AWFUL this movie is? ❜ she asked him, a playful smile on her lips as she let out a light chuckle, but managed to laugh more as he threw the piece of popcorn at her. never would she had imagined she would be THIS happy when she had been in hogwarts. her life was good, & for once, she had a friend, & one that would teach her all the muggle stuff. ❛ i suppose you are right, & i do hope that this movie is a lot better than the last once that we watched. ❜ she rolled her eyes, but froze slightly at his next sentence, letting out a slight breath. ❛ well–––– you are going to have to be the one to swing by, seeing as though he is on bed rest until he is healthy again. i should warn you that, although he is still as witty has he has always been, is much weaker than he would be if he was healthy. i’ll have him shower & possibly be downstairs when you do come, but just to warn you; the house is also rather messy. ❜ those were the downsides in darcy’s life, her dying husband & the fact that she never learnt how to properly clean anything. ❛ but, enough of that, do you think that you can teach him how to use the computer? i just bought one the other day & there was this spinning spiral thing, i thought that it was broken, so i haven’t touched it since. ❜ she shook her head gently, reaching over as she took a bite of the popcorn. ❛ oh! before i forget, you should one day come meet my son too! he is turning twelve soon, & i told him that you knew magic, so he is really excited to one day meet you. ❜
❛ i don’t mean to be a bitch, well, yeah actually i do–––– but this movie is the worst thing that i have ever seen, & i look at myself in the mirror without makeup everyday. ❜ she tore her eyes away from the filth that was the mad max films, something that kol had been EXCITED to show her. she had never seen a movie in her entire life, so when she suggested it to kol, this is the first thing that he decided to show her. so far, movies were not her favorite thing in the world. ❛ can we watch something else? i came here because my son was being a piece of shit& my husband has just been getting worse. i thought that this movie was going to make me feel better, but all it has done was make me feel crummier about this world. ❜ she sighed to herself, pursing her lips gently. ❛ oh, by the way, my husband wants to meet you. he isn’t the jealous type, but since i don’t make FRIENDS easily, he wants to know who i have been hanging out with. ❜ she then realized the words that came out of her mouth, she turned to him, tilting her head to the side. ❛ we are friends, right? ❜
“DARK LORD,” Kol repeated, face severe before he sputtered, snorting into his drink. “Dark Lord. Are there Ghastly Earls, too?” He calmed in a moment, the laughter bubbled up only from the drink. the DREADED DRINK. As an ageless vampire, he’d had an envieable tolerance. As a human witch –– and a YOUNG one at that –– his body liked to act as though it had ever taken a single sip before he’d taken the reigns. Who knew: maybe it hadn’t. Things went hazy rather quickly now, with his lips loose and continuing. “You’d get along with my brother,” he said. “He likes to call himself the HYBRID KING. I just call him a wanker. Dark Lord. Stuff it.”
He was about to sneak in some sort of offer to look at what healing books he had, but his liquor-soaked brain was swiftly distracted by the concept of BROOMSTICKS. “The witches are very much a PART of the mortal world,” he replied, shaking his head. “No brooms, though I’d seen those before.” A few hundred years ago, give or take. Still, he was confident that NOT MUCH AT ALL had actually changed in the magical corner of Britain. That world had already seemed to prefer to move slowly (or not at all) when put side-to-side with the world around it. He’d seen brooms, back then. Back in his VAMPIRE days, when the brooms, just like ANY part of magic, had rejected him. The side of him most affected by the liquor was also a spiteful prat, it would appear, as Kol tossed the rest of his glass back, looking at his drinking buddy. “You’re in the middle of New Orleans with a witch who could show you a thousand years’ worth of magic that could hold the answer to the question why the bloody hell did you come here. I’d figure you’d have more on your mind than schoolyard rivalries.”
he looked at him, raising his eyebrows slightly as he shook his head. he didn’t seem to know about voldemort, & he couldn’t really blame him. ❛ let us not forget, i was a DEATH EATER for a hot second. the malfoy’s are most known for being ones, sadly enough. so people still see me as one, & i worked with this guy, voldemort if you have ever heard of him. he was AWFUL and killed a bunch of people–––– blah, blah, blah. ❜ he rolled his eyes, pushing his empty drink to the side, not really wanting to come home drunk. he had just come out to get some things, & now he was talking about broomsticks with someone who seems to know everything about magic. ❛ well, the only people in the wizarding world who know about all that stuff are half-bloods, or muggles. i was born one of the PURE ones, making trapped in a bubble of quills and broomsticks. ❜ he hasn’t even touched a broomstick since his son was about ten, & he was teaching him how to use one, which he ended up crashing into a lot of EXPENSIVE things.
❛ of course i have more on my mind, but i was just trying to help you get to know me. i don’t know how BONDING works, i thought we were bonding over magic or some shit like that. ❜ he shrugged his shoulders, feeling as though kol was better than he originally thought that he was going to be. ❛ i’m in the middle of new orleans with a witch who won’t SHUT UP about his magic, when you haven’t even shown me anything. maybe if you show me a book or something, i don’t honestly know. the only time we used books was mainly for potions and things like that, but any other time it was just learning sayings and motions. maybe if you’re lucky i can one day get you a wand YOURSELF, we can be a wizard duo. ❜
