Kol has done everything he could to help Sigurd in this new life he'd somewhat forced on him. Taught him a lot, but the fact is mostly it just takes time to adjust to all the intricacies of being a vampire. And time isn't something he has much of left here.
There's a rush surrounding Kol as he searches for his friend in the village, near-panic fueling him. "Sigurd!" He calls as he spots him in the distance.
Sigurd still feels like he'll never get used to this new life. There's some things that are great about it but there's a lot... a lot that he's not used to.
He frowns at the way that Kol's voice sounds before he's moving to meet him. "What?"
"I don't know how much longer I'll be able to stay here." He flies right into the explanation of it because his fight or flight response after hearing rumblings of Mikael nearby is fully positioned into the flight mode. "In fact, I think I need to leave tonight. My father's found me."
He hasn't explained the exact extent of how awful it is to Sigurd, but there have certainly been plenty of hints that his father? Not a good man. And considering he actually seems panicked about it, when Kol never does anything but boast in superiority in most cases, speaks massive volumes.
Sigurd doesn’t know what to do at first with this side of Kol. He’s never seen it before and there had really only been hints about his father, somewhat commiserating at times but there’s certainly a lot that Sigurd wouldn’t know. He feels a tinge of panic at the thought of Kol leaving him here. He still didn’t feel... confident in the new life he was in.
“Tonight...” Sigurd starts followed by a “but...” but never a finished sentence because what is he supposed to say just now? He really wanted to say “you can’t” but that stays just in his head.
"I'm sorry," and he means it, more than he usually does if those words come out of his mouth. "I can't risk him catching me... He'll kill me." Literally. That was all Mikael wanted, for the world to be rid of his children.
He considers the options for a moment. "You could come with me." the words snap out in a sudden burst. "I- I don't know if, or when, you'd ever be able to see your brothers again. But..." He shrugs. It's either leave or stay, there's not much else. Kol has to leave, regardless of his friend's choice.
Sigurd knows when the question comes that he should be conflicted about it and he knows that Kol can’t stay — he can almost feel the desperation to move permeable around Kol. He doesn’t feel all that conflicted about the decision.
He’s always been an outsider in his family. Would they even miss him if he were gone? Would he miss them?
“I’ll come.”
A snap decision that he might not really grasp the consequences of until much later.
There's an almost tangible feeling of relief as Sigurd gives his answer to join him. "Good, um-- good. Then, just get whatever you want to bring and we'll leave Start thinking about where you want to go. Spain is nice this time of year, I think." He has to keep cavalier or risk falling head-first into the panic that wants to over-take him. As long as he gets a good enough head-start, he can avoid his father altogether.
Sigurd can tell that there is a deep seated worry within Kol and he doesn’t really have to ask to understand. After all, family is clearly often dangerous and he wonders if leaving with Kol is just as dangerous but he doesn’t want to be apart from him either. He’d never say so, though.
“Spain...” there are many places that Sigurd hasn’t even began to imagine going to. Norway, England and the places that they raided seemed the whole world to him. But he doesn’t follow it up with anything just yet.
Sigurd parts with him then and packs his things without a word to anyone. He would find a way to tell Ubbe later but he’s not sure he believes they will actually miss him when he is gone. He had always been the outsider. It didn’t take long before he rendezvoused with Kol. “Spain, then?”
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There's a rush surrounding Kol as he searches for his friend in the village, near-panic fueling him. "Sigurd!" He calls as he spots him in the distance.
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He frowns at the way that Kol's voice sounds before he's moving to meet him. "What?"
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He hasn't explained the exact extent of how awful it is to Sigurd, but there have certainly been plenty of hints that his father? Not a good man. And considering he actually seems panicked about it, when Kol never does anything but boast in superiority in most cases, speaks massive volumes.
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“Tonight...” Sigurd starts followed by a “but...” but never a finished sentence because what is he supposed to say just now? He really wanted to say “you can’t” but that stays just in his head.
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He considers the options for a moment. "You could come with me." the words snap out in a sudden burst. "I- I don't know if, or when, you'd ever be able to see your brothers again. But..." He shrugs. It's either leave or stay, there's not much else. Kol has to leave, regardless of his friend's choice.
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He’s always been an outsider in his family. Would they even miss him if he were gone? Would he miss them?
“I’ll come.”
A snap decision that he might not really grasp the consequences of until much later.
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“Spain...” there are many places that Sigurd hasn’t even began to imagine going to. Norway, England and the places that they raided seemed the whole world to him. But he doesn’t follow it up with anything just yet.
Sigurd parts with him then and packs his things without a word to anyone. He would find a way to tell Ubbe later but he’s not sure he believes they will actually miss him when he is gone. He had always been the outsider. It didn’t take long before he rendezvoused with Kol. “Spain, then?”