[ kol looks at her incredulously, wondering if he's heard her right. feeling quite a lot of the self-righteous air leave him, he walks around to the couch and dumps himself on it again.
he slouches and sighs. ] I probably need to talk to her. [ he closes his eyes and groans. ] I hate talking. Why is the truth so hard to tell, Rebekah?
Probably because we've had the truth weaponized against us for most of our lives. The truth of who we are, of what we are. The truth hasn't really done us much good.
( so, it was far easier to lie and make it easier to go about their lives. )
But if you really like this one, then you have to tell her the truth. You can't keep who you are hidden forever. Kol Mikaelson is much better than that other guy.
[ kol remains quiet and slouched on the couch, disliking how rebekah's being nice to him. it's much easier to stomach her compliments when they're wrapped up as an insult. ]
Your flattery will get you everywhere, Rebekah. [ it lacks his usual playful flair.
he sighs and sits up, clasping his hands together and resting his elbows on his knees. ] What if I tell her she can stay with us?
[ he pulls a face, rolling his eyes. cute boy or not, rebekah does enjoy being treated like she's human and incapable. he hates it. he wishes he was daggered so he could wake up in a society that actually celebrated women pushing men aside and saving themselves. it's why he likes davina. it's why he hates matt donovan for rebekah. ]
You're joking. [ he delivers it in a deadpan as he stares at her. ] You get enjoyment out of being saved?
[ sometimes he thinks rebekah hit her head upon waking. ]
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( she hadn't played at being someone else as part of their mother's diabolical plans. )
But what's done is done, Kol. What matters is what we do about it now.
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[ kol looks at her incredulously, wondering if he's heard her right. feeling quite a lot of the self-righteous air leave him, he walks around to the couch and dumps himself on it again.
he slouches and sighs. ] I probably need to talk to her. [ he closes his eyes and groans. ] I hate talking. Why is the truth so hard to tell, Rebekah?
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( so, it was far easier to lie and make it easier to go about their lives. )
But if you really like this one, then you have to tell her the truth. You can't keep who you are hidden forever. Kol Mikaelson is much better than that other guy.
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Your flattery will get you everywhere, Rebekah. [ it lacks his usual playful flair.
he sighs and sits up, clasping his hands together and resting his elbows on his knees. ] What if I tell her she can stay with us?
[ brilliant idea. excellent escalation. ]
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( she supposes they do have the space but that is quite the step in the relationship before kol's even introduced himself properly. )
Are you ready for that? Because if she didn't know we were Mikaelsons before, she will if she's in close quarters with us.
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he shrugs. ] We're all from New Orleans. How is that not a good enough reason to stick together? Smart people would use us as shields.
[ he would. he has. ]
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( because she hasn't. )
I even had some very cute boy rescue me because he thought I was in trouble. Isn't that sweet? Someone rescued me.
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You're joking. [ he delivers it in a deadpan as he stares at her. ] You get enjoyment out of being saved?
[ sometimes he thinks rebekah hit her head upon waking. ]
It's beneath you.
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( yes, she knows she doesn't need saving but it had still been nice. )
I got enjoyment at not being seen as a killer. We both know I didn't need saving but it was still nice. I didn't have the heart to tell him.