𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⚜️ ELIJAH MIKAELSON

[ The Eyes ]

CHAPTER 29
[ New Orleans, 2013 ]

Kol paced the length of the parlor, the tension in his movements sharp and undeniable. Davina sat perched on the edge of a loveseat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as she watched him warily. His phone call had ended minutes ago, but the weight of whatever he had learned lingered heavily in the air.

"Well," Davina ventured cautiously, her voice soft but steady. "At least your sister's safe?"

Kol stopped pacing abruptly, turning to face her, his expression stormy. "And the man that pretended to be a family friend," he began, his tone laced with bitterness, "but actually hated us for an eternity, has turned himself into some creature here... Which, for all we know, could be the bloody beast the prophecy said would end us!"

His voice rose as his anger boiled over, and before anyone could stop him, Kol swung his fist into the mirror on the wall. The glass shattered instantly, fragments raining down onto the floor with a loud crash. Davina flinched, startled by the sudden violence, her wide eyes darting to Kol as he stood frozen, his chest heaving and his hand bleeding.

Georgia, who had entered the room moments earlier and had witnessed the entire outburst, stood by the doorway, horrified. "Kol," she said sharply, her voice breaking the tense silence.

Kol turned to look at her, his expression a mixture of rage and embarrassment. He caught the stunned look on her face, mirrored by the worry etched into Davina's features, and his shoulders sagged. Without another word, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Georgia stared after him, her heart racing. "What the hell was that?" she asked, her voice tight with alarm as she turned to Davina.

Davina exhaled slowly, her hands trembling slightly as she brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "He's been... having issues with his anger," she admitted hesitantly.

Georgia frowned, moving closer and kneeling by Davina. "What kind of issues?"

Davina hesitated, biting her lip as though trying to find the right words. "Ever since he came back, it's like he's carrying all this... rage," she said finally. "And sometimes, it just... comes out. I've tried to talk to him about it, but he always brushes it off. Says he's fine."

Georgia sighed, leaning back on her heels as she processed Davina's words. "He's clearly not fine," she said firmly. "Punching mirrors isn't exactly a healthy coping mechanism."

"I know," Davina said, her voice small. "But he's been through so much, Georgia. I think he feels like he has to prove himself to everyone—like he has to be strong all the time. And when he can't..." She trailed off, shaking her head.

Georgia reached out, placing a comforting hand on Davina's knee. "That doesn't mean he gets to lash out like that. Especially not around you."

Davina nodded, though her expression remained conflicted. "I just don't know how to help him," she admitted.

"Maybe he doesn't need help," Georgia said after a moment, her tone thoughtful. "Maybe he just needs someone to tell him it's okay to not be okay. That he doesn't have to carry all of this by himself."

Davina looked at her, a faint flicker of hope in her eyes. "You think he'd listen to that?"

Georgia smiled softly, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "He might. But it won't be easy. Kol's stubborn, and he's not exactly great at admitting when he's wrong."

Davina let out a small, humorless laugh. "You can say that again."

The two sisters sat in silence for a moment, the shattered mirror and the tension in the room serving as a stark reminder of how fragile things truly were. Finally, Georgia stood, brushing glass off her jeans as she turned to Davina.