[ things are feeling a little off in town. kol knows it, even if a part of him wants to label it the usual mikaelson paranoia. but that pesky dagger and coffin isn't here, and neither is his family—there's no need to worry about every little useless noise, expecting the next footfall behind him to be that of niklaus' or elijah's vengeful ones.
the bonfire is warm, but the warmth he feels seems… unusual. not like the bonfire's fire, but something else. he stands near it, expecting to be overcome by this realm's idea of fire, when all he feels is pinpricks of it kiss his skin. ]
Just what?
[ kol looks at quentin with a frown. he's almost on the opposite side of the bonfire to him, but he can still hear his voice as if he'd shouted it directly into his ear.
it's much easier to focus on someone else—a familiar voice, even if it takes him a moment to pinpoint the name. his feeling of becoming fire subsides as a heightened version of confusion overtakes him. kol welcomes that. ]
grit your teeth
the bonfire is warm, but the warmth he feels seems… unusual. not like the bonfire's fire, but something else. he stands near it, expecting to be overcome by this realm's idea of fire, when all he feels is pinpricks of it kiss his skin. ]
Just what?
[ kol looks at quentin with a frown. he's almost on the opposite side of the bonfire to him, but he can still hear his voice as if he'd shouted it directly into his ear.
it's much easier to focus on someone else—a familiar voice, even if it takes him a moment to pinpoint the name. his feeling of becoming fire subsides as a heightened version of confusion overtakes him. kol welcomes that. ]