Kol: “She’s a mess, Niklaus. She’s absolutely reckless, she thinks of no one but herself, she’s an emotional wreck, she can’t seem to do anything without driving me mad.”
Klaus: “You seem to have quite an attraction towards the girl.”
Kol: “Faye Salvatore? Never.”
Darling, don’t give up / A Faye Salvatore Oneshot
re: kol’s death. sigh :|||||||||||||||
It was Tyler who had called her. Tyler Lockwood of all people. Tyler Lockwood out of everyone in Mystic Falls. Tyler. He had to. Because no one else would.
go, fetch.: Of all the things that had happened, she was sure this was the worst....
Of all the things that had happened, she was sure this was the worst. Death had not been kind to her - had taken her mother, and her father soon afterwards; had held her in its grasp, but spared her.
And all for what?
So she could watch more people she cared about be ripped away without…
“It’s a pleasure to be in such beautiful company”
“If this is you trying to impress me, it’s not working”
merry christmas, kol
The Gift
A Kol/Faye One-Shot
She shut the door to her car unceremoniously, pulling her cell phone out of her pocket as it started to vibrate. “I held up my end of the bargain, Klaus. Now it’s your turn to do the same.”
“I surely intend to.” The brunette rolled her eyes as she walked up the paved walkway; she could hear the smirk in his voice.
“If that’s the case, then I don’t see why you asked me to come to your house.”
“You’ll see.”
Kolaye/Koley AU | In which Faye Salvatore comes back to town as “Hayley”
Her poker face holds for a beat too long and then she drops it. He can see the change in her demeanor. Slight, like a veil coming off, but it makes all the difference.
“What do you want, Kol?”
“Ah, so she does remember,” he says smirking.
“I’m not going to repeat myself, Mikaelson,” she says, her voice tinged with impatience.
Kol purses his lips and rocks back onto his heels casually. ”I just want to know… why you would risk coming back home to see your big bros when you went through all that trouble to persuade me to wipe their memories of you.”
She smiles, a Mona Lisa smile if there ever was one. ”Well, that’s for me to know and for you to… dot dot dot.”
