1st ғʟɪʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ☽O☾ [video]

[malefice]

[ When the video feed comes to life, Isaac is lounging on a rather plush chair looking far more smug than he ever has in his life. He's got a cup of tea balancing on one of the arm rests and next to it a plate of biscuits - quite the sweet tooth at the moment apparently. Two things stick out like a sore thumb - the amount of stubble on the usually babyfaced teenager and the white gauze pad above his eyebrow. Of course when "Isaac" opens his mouth it becomes apparent quickly that either A) Isaac has developed a European accent or B) this isn't Isaac. ]

I'll say, one moment I was smack dab in The French Quarter and then I found myself here and I haven't a bloody clue how it happened.

[ He purses his lips a bit indignantly before speaking again. ]

And while I have to assume the company here is far superior to the company I was forced to keep there - I'm not a big fan of this unbreakable boundary spell. I'd like to meet the witch that cast it.

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[malefice]

[ Mine murdered me in cold blood to protect me and turn me into something without giving me a say - ruined my family in one go. He doesn't say it though - he can't. She may trust him, but he's not sure he can trust her. ]

I know. Just about everyone knows your story, you're brave.

[ The look in his eyes is sympathy, he looks sad for her and the way his jaw locks, maybe just a bit angry for her sake. ]

Trust me - mine wouldn't hesitate to do the same. I bet she'd even have been the one to preform it. [ He can remember she let him get stabbed in the heart quite literally. ]

Control is easy to learn, you've just got to find the technique that works for you.

[ The Mikaelson pauses but doesn't let her hand go, wanting her to know that he's there for her. ]

I can teach you a plan b if you're ever afraid of losing control.

[ He can show her how to lock her power away in something temporarily. He's fairly certain he can show her how to control it too. ]

I can help you; you're not alone.

[fantoche]

[Brave... There are so many moments where she hadn't felt brave, vengeful yes, but not brave. She'd been terrified and Marcel had presented her with a way to channel that energy and power.

The admission from him, though, earns a look from her - brows knitting.

With a sniffle, she brings her free hand up to wipe at the tears that had slipped out. There's a vulnerability to her right now, something she have the strength to mask right now.]

We should start a club.

[And it's hard to work on controlling her powers when the voices of the Ancestors echo in her mind - their warnings clear as day.]

A plan b.

[A beat.]

Why would you help me? You don't owe me anything. [And there was no such thing as a free lunch. Not with the supernatural.]

[malefice]

I believe they call them Covens now a days, not clubs.

[ He cracks a grin, trying to lighten the mood at least a bit. ]

I'm not wearing any god awful matching scarves. Don't even pitch the idea, love.

[ Kol pauses, humour dropping from his face as he watches her, an eyebrow hitching up his forehead as he decides to explain. ]

A plan b. There are spells you can do to put your power away temporarily into something. Either for your safety or the safety of those around you. It's a great technique if you're playing with unstable magic.

[ From the sounds of it, he's dealt with it before. ]

What better do I have to do? And believe it or not - I rather like you.

[fantoche]

[Covens, it's a word that she hadn't expected - her eyes widening just a bit. Though, matching scarves - now there's an idea. She barely knows him and yet the thought of him in a frilly scarf eases some of her discomfort with the subject matter.

She picks up the cup of tea she's been neglecting, watching him over the lip as he speaks.]

When can we start?

[After what had just happened, she more than a little eager to learn, the cup resting on the table as she leans in a little closer. Besides, what better way to test the truth of his words than through doing a spell together - see just how much power he had.]

[malefice]

[ Kol lets out a startled chuckle, not expecting her to be on board so quickly. Welp. ]

Whenever you want, love.

[ When she leans in he leans back a bit, relaxing in his chair. ]

I sort've just got here, but if you want to start now. [ He shrugs. ]