"Does she? Or is it the idea of me?" How well does Hope truly know him at this point, anyway? He hasn't exactly been here for her entire life or anything-- he was dead for part of it, in all honesty. Still, the fact that Hayley says as much means more than she probably realizes. She's not one to mince words or spare feelings in place of the truth, and if she truly thought otherwise, there's little doubt that she would say so.
Every monster has their moments, apparently. "You should rest... let someone else take shift with her for a bit, okay?"
Kol takes up that shift, sitting at his niece's bedside, pressing a cool rag to her forehead as she sleeps, still uncomfortably feverish. They'll find a way, he knows they will.
As he goes to re-wet the rag, there's a sudden scorching sensation at his wrist, as though he's being burned from the inside out. He hisses and the rag drops to the sink, which is still running as he jerks his hand up to inspect whatever is causing it, only to see what appears to be ink, slowly spreading across the inside of his wrist.
He doesn't know what to make of it, even if he knows what it means. Soul-bonded tattoos weren't exactly new, so he knows instantly that his match has been found. Who it could be, he isn't sure.
He shakes his head and goes back to tend to his niece again.
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Date: 2020-06-10 03:42 am (UTC)Every monster has their moments, apparently. "You should rest... let someone else take shift with her for a bit, okay?"
Kol takes up that shift, sitting at his niece's bedside, pressing a cool rag to her forehead as she sleeps, still uncomfortably feverish. They'll find a way, he knows they will.
As he goes to re-wet the rag, there's a sudden scorching sensation at his wrist, as though he's being burned from the inside out. He hisses and the rag drops to the sink, which is still running as he jerks his hand up to inspect whatever is causing it, only to see what appears to be ink, slowly spreading across the inside of his wrist.
He doesn't know what to make of it, even if he knows what it means. Soul-bonded tattoos weren't exactly new, so he knows instantly that his match has been found. Who it could be, he isn't sure.
He shakes his head and goes back to tend to his niece again.