𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 . XX .

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The silence only continued, filling the room with an aura of uncertainty. The shock a creature feels once caught within a poachers trap, those few seconds of stillness and acceptance that their actions had led them to a dreadful fate. This shouldn't be the shared feelings that a Mikaelson should be sunken with, it felt like suffocation. A kind that roots you where you stand and prevents any kind of movement to occur; deep brown eyes fixed upon the position where the girl had been stood not a few moments ago. A rage filled guilt began to pool in the vampire's stomach, festering and blistering at his insides. He'd been fooled and was now left without a choice, checkmate.

     " Kol? " Davina spoke softly, standing a few steps behind him. There was concern in her tone, as if she was approaching a cornered bear. The Mikaelson slowly turned his head to the side, being able to see the witch out the corner of his vision. He cleared his throat before fully turning to face her, hands moving to either side of the Claire witch's face; thumbs brushing over her skin before a tender kiss was planted upon her forehead. He needed these few moments with Davina in his grasp to steady himself and attempt to conceal his self-focused anger. " Come on, let's go. " Kol said simply, bending to pick the girl up and cradle her in a protective bridal hold. Whatever The Hollow had done to bring back his witch had left her frail. Davina kept quiet as she looked up to the Mikaelson who held her tight against him, her hand resting on his chest. Her silence told Kol more than he needed to know, she could he was feeling worse than he was letting on.

They made their way from the Lafayette towards the old church, thankful for the dead of night allowing them to move from place to place arousing little suspicion. The Mikaelson placed down his witch before pushing the door open to the old room where she'd spent so much time dwelling before. It was coated in dust, untouched or altered from the last time she'd stepped foot in there. Five years worth of dust, cobwebs and neglect seemed to create hesitation in the Claire Witch.

     " You didn't get rid of anything... " She spoke, less questioning and more stating. Looking upon the scene with a saddened awe. Kol leaned against the door frame and held his gaze firmly on the almost rotting wood in front of him. He wasn't strong enough to look at her when he explained why. " No, couldn't bring myself to do it. " He stated simply, moving his attention to the furniture around the room whilst stepping in and closing the door behind himself. Davina smiled sadly at his words, of course he hadn't. That wasn't his style. She moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, hands trailing over the detailing of the blanket. There was silence once again, not an awkward silence as one would expect but a mutually understood silence. After everything that happened the silence was needed, to just exist with the other in the room was enough for the two of them.

     " Who was that girl Kol? " Davina questioned, curiosity killing the cat as she leaned onto her elbows as she sat. The Mikaelson looked over to her from where he was standing, pursing his lips before moving to sit down beside her. " Evelyn LaRue. " He said simply, Davina furrowed her brow for a moment before realizing the name to the face. " Oh (!) She's changed quite a bit... " She trailed off. Kol turned to look back towards Davina, raising a hand to scratch at his beard stubble. " She helped save my family and now she's- " he stops himself, inhaling sharply. Davina's confusion only grew. " The leader of the garden district coven helped your family? " The astonishment from the Claire witch caused a sad smirk to twitch at the corner of the Mikaelson's lip. " A lot has changed since you died love. " He said simply, shallow in his voice. Once again there was silence between the two, though it didn't last as long. Kol moved a hand to brush some hair from Davina's face, auburn curls twirled between his digits. " Come on, let's get some sleep. I'm sure you need it. " He remarks, standing slowly and heading over to the dusted chest of draws to grab out some pajamas for her. Davina barely moved from where she was, watching the other with a sympathetic gaze. It was always hard to figure out what was going on in that mind of his, even more so when she'd been away from him for so long.