Addicted; ʜᴀʏʟᴇʏ. ᴍ

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Jaspers House, Late afternoon

DARK VIBRANT VINES wrapped along the old stone columns along Jaspers balcony. The evening breeze just beginning as the first few seconds of it brushed through the blonde Mikaelson's damp hair. Her jade eyes followed every Knick and curl of the earthly line, as her shoulder leant against the threshold of the balcony.

Jasper sat at the very edge of his unkept bed, his hands linked together in one as they hung between his open legs. He watched the Blonde Mikaelson take in the once familiar surroundings of the town that had built on her ashes.

"I'll be the first to admit I'm rather impressed by what you've accomplished." The Heretics voice was soft, only barely above a whisper as turned her body to keep her back pressed against the doorway while also meeting the Half hooded eyes of her host.

His lips pulled at the edges as he lifted a brow, a familiar look of adornment to him as he separated his hands and loudly clapped them against his thighs before standing. "Kol said the exact same thing when he visited- so you're kind of second best at most."

Mazeki's brows furrowed slightly into a small crease, her cheeks filling with air in an abnormal fashion. She followed his movements as he walked to the opposite side of the room where old moulding lined the roof and an accent wall of green was standing out. Pressed up against it were a large dresser, that he began opening.

"So he did visit?" She wondered, her lips unfortunately pulling into something more sullen then her previously chipped attitude to seeing her oldest friend.

The dark haired male lit up after a few moments of unbearable silence, his fingers found a small pile of photos that were tightly pressed together with a piece of thread. Smiling to himself, he lifted the pile and shut the drawer. Walking back towards the blonde, he offered it to her.

Arching a brow, she slowly accepted the pile of photos, undoing the tight knot on top before flipping over the first photo. The blondes breath caught in the back of her throat at the sight of her younger brother so happily smiling in the photo.

Jasper and Kol stood together in front of a fountain, both had one piece of an ear bud in, and both wore charming childish smiles as they looked at the Camera. Kol's arm was swung loosely over Jasper's shoulders, and Jaspers arm had reached beneath Kol's jacket to wrap around his middle section. There was party lights hanging on balconies in the back of the photo, and people around them held drink and were mid dancing, however the two friends simply hung onto each other in the mix of it all.

"He -much like you- didn't call and just showed up out of the blue one day close to a year ago. Told me about Klaus getting him to watch some Jeremy kid, said he wanted to be around his real friend after pretending after a while." The tanned male shrugged his shoulders, watching as Mazeki began to flip through all the other photos in the pile, high lighting many of the good times Kol and Jasper had before the Original's passing. "He hung around a good while, we laughed then he left. Found out why he didn't come back a while later."

The atmosphere became solemn as the only two people that had ever known the real Kol grew quiet, staring down at the last photo Mazeki came too. An old one, dated back to New Orleans right before Kol's last daggering. Mazeki had never imagined what her brother would look like, having been dead throughout all those years she never wanted to remember what she missed out on.

Kol in the photo was sat inside a bar, a glass of something in his hand, while Jasper sat less dressed up- with no hat and his coat hung over the back of his chair- on the Original Brothers left with a pipe between his lips. The two much like all the other photos grinned like fools in each others presence. Unable to not fall into comfortable belonging within the other.