[ kol doesn't know anyone who has gone — disappeared, died, whatever it is here. the weekly bulletin with the massive list of names rings no bells, but he still comes down to the harbour to see the water's edge. the display is simply beautiful.
with a few magically lit stones in his pockets, he has no intentions to set the glowing rocks in a paper boat and send it on its merry way. why would he? who would it be for? none of his family would've set a paper boat off for him in the wake of his two deaths… and there's no one for him to mourn.
it doesn't matter what kol thinks, the forest spirits believe him to be eligible for a boat. despite his refusals, they manage to force a blue paper boat in his hands, neatly folded with sharp corners. one slips a marker into the pocket of his jeans. ] I don't need a boat. [ they refuse to listen, heads bowed as they get back to work in their expert folding.
with a sigh, kol leaves them and spots someone who is without a paper boat. ] Hey. The spirits wanted me to give you this.
[ they didn't.
kol will continue to hand off the paper boats (blue, pink, neatly folded, slightly crinkled) the spirits force in his hands for the duration of his stay. he won't be letting a boat go until tomorrow. ]
SEPTEMBER 7
A. [ they find him. forcing a boat kindly into his hands, the forest spirits look at him and then peer out at the water. did they know he kept passing their boats off all of yesterday? surely not! they were too busy with their heads down and fingers folding…
one grips kol's hand and begins to gently lead him toward the water's edge. ] You can let go. [ it doesn't. it takes him to the water and points toward the surface.
or kol nods toward someone near him and says to the spirit: ] Look at them, they're not putting their boat in the water, are they?
[ s.o.s. someone save him! ]
B. [ his forest spirit friend watches him from afar as it puts his hands back to crafting another set of beautifully folded boats. kol peers over his shoulder at it, finding that it peers at him with its antennae up and unmoving.
alright, he'll play along.
with his yellow square boat in his hand and a pen in the other, kol peers down at the golden lit water. it'd be easy to not take this seriously. couldn't he simply place it in the water and let it drift off? does the boat need to have any meaning to it? he could do it. imagining himself simply discarding the boat in the water and walking away is easy, but making himself do it is an entirely different story.
despite thinking he can simply pop it on the water's surface and let it drift, he doesn't. staring at it for a moment, kol takes his pen and begins to write.
kol mikaelson.
it isn't for the man who stands before the water's edge in beacon, but the boy he once was. the witch, the magic, the human long, long lost — the kol mikaelson who didn't have blood cravings humming beneath his skin in this very moment. ]
[ ooc: september 7 prompt b is open to one person to be there when he finally sets his own boat free. please rope kol into sending boats with your character! the spirits are going to be watching him and he'll be trolling them in return, because what is emotional vulnerability? any qs, feel free to hmu @ bogans! ]
kol mikaelson | ota
[ kol doesn't know anyone who has gone — disappeared, died, whatever it is here. the weekly bulletin with the massive list of names rings no bells, but he still comes down to the harbour to see the water's edge. the display is simply beautiful.
with a few magically lit stones in his pockets, he has no intentions to set the glowing rocks in a paper boat and send it on its merry way. why would he? who would it be for? none of his family would've set a paper boat off for him in the wake of his two deaths… and there's no one for him to mourn.
it doesn't matter what kol thinks, the forest spirits believe him to be eligible for a boat. despite his refusals, they manage to force a blue paper boat in his hands, neatly folded with sharp corners. one slips a marker into the pocket of his jeans. ] I don't need a boat. [ they refuse to listen, heads bowed as they get back to work in their expert folding.
with a sigh, kol leaves them and spots someone who is without a paper boat. ] Hey. The spirits wanted me to give you this.
[ they didn't.
kol will continue to hand off the paper boats (blue, pink, neatly folded, slightly crinkled) the spirits force in his hands for the duration of his stay. he won't be letting a boat go until tomorrow. ]
SEPTEMBER 7
A. [ they find him. forcing a boat kindly into his hands, the forest spirits look at him and then peer out at the water. did they know he kept passing their boats off all of yesterday? surely not! they were too busy with their heads down and fingers folding…
one grips kol's hand and begins to gently lead him toward the water's edge. ] You can let go. [ it doesn't. it takes him to the water and points toward the surface.
or kol nods toward someone near him and says to the spirit: ] Look at them, they're not putting their boat in the water, are they?
[ s.o.s. someone save him! ]
B. [ his forest spirit friend watches him from afar as it puts his hands back to crafting another set of beautifully folded boats. kol peers over his shoulder at it, finding that it peers at him with its antennae up and unmoving.
alright, he'll play along.
with his yellow square boat in his hand and a pen in the other, kol peers down at the golden lit water. it'd be easy to not take this seriously. couldn't he simply place it in the water and let it drift off? does the boat need to have any meaning to it? he could do it. imagining himself simply discarding the boat in the water and walking away is easy, but making himself do it is an entirely different story.
despite thinking he can simply pop it on the water's surface and let it drift, he doesn't. staring at it for a moment, kol takes his pen and begins to write.
kol mikaelson.
it isn't for the man who stands before the water's edge in beacon, but the boy he once was. the witch, the magic, the human long, long lost — the kol mikaelson who didn't have blood cravings humming beneath his skin in this very moment. ]
[ ooc: september 7 prompt b is open to one person to be there when he finally sets his own boat free. please rope kol into sending boats with your character! the spirits are going to be watching him and he'll be trolling them in return, because what is emotional vulnerability? any qs, feel free to hmu @