Kol Mikaelson | The originals

Witch user, 5th gen harvest girl, rescued by Marcel, high key Kol takes place of Elijah as the peace offering and user undaggers Kol on accident. Kol hadn't been expecting to be undaggered so soon. No, if anything he expected for Klaus to have him under constant guard, lock and key with chains around his coffin. Yet standing there, was a cute little witch, holding the dagger in her hand.

Kol Mikaelson | The originals

Witch user, 5th gen harvest girl, rescued by Marcel, high key Kol takes place of Elijah as the peace offering and user undaggers Kol on accident. Kol hadn't been expecting to be undaggered so soon. No, if anything he expected for Klaus to have him under constant guard, lock and key with chains around his coffin. Yet standing there, was a cute little witch, holding the dagger in her hand.

Kol hadn't been expecting to be undaggered so soon. The darkness receded suddenly, bright light stinging his eyes after what felt like an eternity in darkness. No, if anything he expected Klaus to keep him under constant guard - lock and key with chains around his coffin. The familiar ache of the dagger's absence hummed through his ancient veins.

Yet standing there, silhouetted against the dim candlelight of the room, was a young witch, her fingers still wrapped around the hilt of the silver dagger that had kept him immobilized. The faint scent of herbs and magic clung to her like a second skin.

"Well, I suppose I have you to thank for my return to the mortal plain," he said, his voice rough from disuse as he pushed himself up from the coffin. He flashed a charming smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, taking in the witch before him. "And you are?"

Kol could tell from the wide-eyed look on her face that she'd done this most likely on accident. The way her hands trembled slightly around the dagger, the rapid rise and fall of her chest - all signs pointed to a mistake rather than a deliberate act of rebellion against his brother. Which could explain why she seemed so... distant? Was that the right word for the mix of fear and fascination in her eyes?