[ kol did not eat tainted food to go on some trippy vivid and fucked up dream dnd mission for this shit.
stubbornly refusing either of them to die is a gift. what happens if you die in the dream? what happens if you die by the dream? is there a way of waking? is this how finn felt, trapped in his coffin, unable to really wake up?
the world eaters are coming. doom's on it's way. even though death lingers thickly in the air with despair as a nice, thick icing, kol refuses to give up. he's only ever given into death just once, and it had been at the hand of finn. allowing himself to give into his fate is not the mikaelson way.
it's also the mikaelson way to take choices from people, but let's say that's more niklaus than kol. ]
Hey! Hey!
[ whatever he wants to say, he can't manage to say it. daylight's noises are loud in his hypersensitive ears and sarissa's anger only rivals it. with a headache forming, kol decides maybe it's worth dying in the dream—but maybe at someone else's hand. while a murderer, he has no desire to snap the necks of daylight or sarissa, or rip their hearts out of their chests. perhaps it would be a gift if he did—a swift death at the hands of someone they mediocrely like is probably better than this. but kol has always been afraid to die alone.
he's never quite done it before, but he does his best to overwhelm it. pick it apart at the seams; change the stubborn landscape he hasn't been able to dig his fingers into. perhaps enough pressure will have daylight come to and sarissa become more wilder in her anger towards the dream.
at least, if they die, it'll be by his hand—and they can yell at him when they're awake. you only dream once. ]
cw: references to suicide.
stubbornly refusing either of them to die is a gift. what happens if you die in the dream? what happens if you die by the dream? is there a way of waking? is this how finn felt, trapped in his coffin, unable to really wake up?
the world eaters are coming. doom's on it's way. even though death lingers thickly in the air with despair as a nice, thick icing, kol refuses to give up. he's only ever given into death just once, and it had been at the hand of finn. allowing himself to give into his fate is not the mikaelson way.
it's also the mikaelson way to take choices from people, but let's say that's more niklaus than kol. ]
Hey! Hey!
[ whatever he wants to say, he can't manage to say it. daylight's noises are loud in his hypersensitive ears and sarissa's anger only rivals it. with a headache forming, kol decides maybe it's worth dying in the dream—but maybe at someone else's hand. while a murderer, he has no desire to snap the necks of daylight or sarissa, or rip their hearts out of their chests. perhaps it would be a gift if he did—a swift death at the hands of someone they mediocrely like is probably better than this. but kol has always been afraid to die alone.
he's never quite done it before, but he does his best to overwhelm it. pick it apart at the seams; change the stubborn landscape he hasn't been able to dig his fingers into. perhaps enough pressure will have daylight come to and sarissa become more wilder in her anger towards the dream.
at least, if they die, it'll be by his hand—and they can yell at him when they're awake. you only dream once. ]