![]() ![]() Through hard work and a lot of determination and support, the young woman had learned control and she had excelled at being able to live her life alongside what was also within her. Kira was once confused and had trouble understanding how to manage it, which resulted in loss of control and unpredictability. She had it under control but there was a time in the past when it wasn’t that way. Keeping her abilities polished and on form was something that was never neglected though and today she had taken some time out for herself to zone in on her kitsune. Kira had neglected her studies a little the last few days since hearing about Davina but had got back on track soon enough. Totally doesn’t mix well with milk, you’ll give yourself a stomach ache, learn from my mistakes, I’m just looking out for you- oh gross, dude, no, bad touch, bad touch,” he grimaced at feel of his tongue against his neck and he tried to arch away from him some more, even as his heart pounded. “Oh that’s just– that’s not right, that really ain’t right. “Listen, dude, Kol was it? In my defence, you were acting creepy.” He licked his lips and titled his head back a little more as though that was going to ease the grip the other had on his throat. “I didn’t mean to hit you with my bat, I already said I was sorry, man.”Īhhhh, fuck. “I lied, no cheetos but the off brand version. He swallowed nervously and felt his adam’s apple bob against the dude’s palm. Was that the hint of claw up against his throat? Ah, memories, and not good ones at that. Luckily for you I happen to like funny.” he told Stiles lightly, he could feel the other’s pounding pulse against his hand, honestly it was becoming rather tempting, who’d ever know? “I’ve never tasted cheetos and milk before, maybe I’ll like it?” he bent closer still and stretched his tongue out, running it across Stiles’ neck, he really wanted him terrified, it was more fun that way. Mikaelson’ Kol may have to bash him against the tree again. If the boy were to say anything but ‘no it isn’t Mr. “Because you see, I only watch to have a little with the silly little human snooping around the Bayou at night and instead he ran away from me, called me nasty names and hit me with a baseball bat.” Kol pouted, as though genuinely hurt, “If that any kind of polite way for a person to behave?“ he asked, looking at Stiles as the pout gave way to his signature smirk instead. And definitely enough to make Stiles aware that Kol could. Not enough to cut of his air, no no, but enough to make him sweat more than little. ![]() “Hmm, I suspected you were going to say something like that.” Kol said lightly, flexing his grip around the other’s throat. But he also had a love for fear and the terror running through the little human before him right now was all but a meal in its own right. Kol thrived on a lot of things, chaos, death, violence. ![]()
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