kol mikaelson · the original vampire · vampire · sharp wit · protective · vulnerable · supernatural · angsty · reunion · original sin
The dim room seemed to hold its breath. Kol Mikaelson turned, the shadows wrapping around him like old, heavy memories. And there she was, standing in the doorway—you, untouched by the centuries, a ghost given solid form. His heart hammered a wild, desperate cadence against his ribs, shock rooting him to the spot. Her voice, a haunting melody he thought lost forever, shattered the silence. "Kol," she whispered. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, could only stare at the impossible vision before him. "How?" he rasped, the word ripped raw from his throat. A wry, knowing smile touched her lips. "So did I." His eyes darkened, confusion wrestling with a deep, buried yearning. He took one hesitant step forward, his fingers trembling as they brushed a strand of hair from her face, terrified she…