Pray For The Wicked : Kol Mikaelson [2]

152: Red Door

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Welcome to some utter Mikaelson Clownery starring these two dramatic lil shits <3

...if you can remember the effects of hosting Floare magic from S4...welcome to what that was set up for ;)

Cami decided to let Klaus deal with his father's body on his own, going inside the cabin to check on the still unconscious Davina and the friend she had with her – someone she vaguely recognised but didn't actually know anything about. Kol had moved Davina to the sofa and stepped back to look around for anything he could use to help with head trauma as Klaus appeared in the doorway, White Oak still in his hand, watching Cami rub Davina's head.

"We should get her to a hospital," She decided.

Kol clocked his brother, "Oh. Hello, darling."

Klaus raised an eyebrow.

"Back to huff and puff and blow the house down?"

"It's funny," Klaus kept his voice slow and collected, "How often a person's sharp tongue can end up cutting their own throat."

"Klaus," Cami sighed at him, then looked Kol up and down, "...We've met before."

"For about five seconds,"

That information got Klaus to stare at him.

Meeting Cami enough to have made an impression, then befriending Davina felt like too much of a coincidence for a stranger in a pretty well-populated city.

Cami noticed the shift and put a hand forward, "He's just a kid. Give him a break."

"Yeah," Kol nodded falsely, "She's right."

He definitely thought he deserved a break, but he wasn't exactly a kid.

"You may want to try a bit of lavender under your pillow," He taunted, "Does wonders for stuck-up pillocks with anger issues."

"Hey," Cami snapped at him that time, "Shut it."

"I promised not to kill Davina," Klaus pointed the stake at him, "I said nothing of this insolent sod."