[ kol covers his mouth and nose with a hard press of his hand, knowing it won't keep the stench from sitting somewhere in his throat. having a heightened sense of smell means that it feels like his mouth and nose are coated with it, but rather than give into it, it's mind over matter. there's more at stake here than the aftertaste of death.
surveying the mess of bird carcasses on the floor and daylight's legs, he momentarily forgets his previous trail of thought.
oddness. right.
last time he experienced something incredibly weird—with many things not going his way—it'd been at the hands of bloody rebekah toying with him while he slept. it's a leap... but given he can't hear anyone else outside of the radio tower and all their tablets have seemingly disappeared, sometimes it's worth falling back into the arms of familiar paranoia.
at daylight's plea, kol rushes towards him, not bothering to look for a rag or a leftover jacket of a dead body that isn't in the tower. peering down at his legs with a frown, he doesn't start wiping anything away with his hands. there's no point—they'd just be spreading the sickly mess around. they need to eliminate it.
he mutters, ] I don't know if this is going to work…
[ regardless of his uncertainty, kol looks down at daylight's legs nonetheless, eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he concentrates in the familiar sharp and easy way of compulsion... and when he chose to play a prank on rebekah by manipulating her dreams and making her see what he wanted her to see.
what he wants to see is simple. he imagines daylight's pant legs to be clean, then believes it. willing this nightmare to listen to his commands; he tries to grab hold of what he thinks has to be some sort of hallucination or spell and somehow find the strings to at least clean up the mess of daylight's legs.
it's a little bit difficult to believe it can happen when it's all based on a hunch. ]
cw: dead/decaying animals, flies, the state of daylight's pants lbr
surveying the mess of bird carcasses on the floor and daylight's legs, he momentarily forgets his previous trail of thought.
oddness. right.
last time he experienced something incredibly weird—with many things not going his way—it'd been at the hands of bloody rebekah toying with him while he slept. it's a leap... but given he can't hear anyone else outside of the radio tower and all their tablets have seemingly disappeared, sometimes it's worth falling back into the arms of familiar paranoia.
at daylight's plea, kol rushes towards him, not bothering to look for a rag or a leftover jacket of a dead body that isn't in the tower. peering down at his legs with a frown, he doesn't start wiping anything away with his hands. there's no point—they'd just be spreading the sickly mess around. they need to eliminate it.
he mutters, ] I don't know if this is going to work…
[ regardless of his uncertainty, kol looks down at daylight's legs nonetheless, eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he concentrates in the familiar sharp and easy way of compulsion... and when he chose to play a prank on rebekah by manipulating her dreams and making her see what he wanted her to see.
what he wants to see is simple. he imagines daylight's pant legs to be clean, then believes it. willing this nightmare to listen to his commands; he tries to grab hold of what he thinks has to be some sort of hallucination or spell and somehow find the strings to at least clean up the mess of daylight's legs.
it's a little bit difficult to believe it can happen when it's all based on a hunch. ]