Marie was used to wandering aimlessly around New Orleans, and she always enjoyed it - there was always something new to see. She knew she’d have to meet up with Marcel and Stella later, but, for now, she wanted to just window shop, maybe find something to buy her friends. She’d already grabbed a snack to eat while she was out, so she’d mostly been enjoying her time, never worried about being alone in New Orleans. While she knew New Orleans wasn’t the safest place by far, she had a sense of safety with the fact that she and Stella were close to Marcel and she knew how much influence he had in the city, even though Annmarie wasn’t entirely sure how he had that influence or what that influence really was.
Her attention was taken away from the display she was staring at, though, when she heard somebody speak, her eyes going to the man as she watched him for a moment. Something about him seemed almost familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on it and she arched a brow in response instead. “Question, is that your actual accent or did you work on that for a very long time?” she asked a little jokingly, mildly amused, and she watched him for a moment, “Ah, sorry, am I in your way? I’m trying really hard not to block the display.” She made a face slightly, mildly worried, and shifted out of the way a bit, just in case, her gaze going back to the display for a moment as she eyed it, wondering if Stella would like the dress or if Marcel would like the jacket.
“Actually, since I just got approached by an accented man, I have another question,” she mentioned before motioning to the jacket, “What do you think of that jacket?” She then pointed to the dress. “And that dress? Not together, of course.”
When Kol had been daggered back in Mystic Falls, he’d sworn to himself that he’d make Klaus pay for doing this to him again. He hated being daggered, hated being put in that slumber and missing the world pass on by without him. The worst time he’d been daggered, he’d lost the person who’d meant the most to him, the person who’d brought out the best in him, the person who’d tamed him. He wasn’t sure what had happened to her - he hadn’t gotten to see whether she’d survived with his blood in her system or if it’d just made things worse. And, he knew he’d never know, because Klaus had taken that from him and Klaus
kept taking that from him and reminding him of what he’d lost each time he got daggered by his brother. He hated it. A part of him hated Klaus for it, too.
When he’d woken, he’d been ready to lunge at Klaus and to try to rip his head off, even though he knew it wouldn’t actually kill his brother. Instead, though, Klaus had given him pause, had told him about an address, and, when he realized they were in New Orleans, he couldn’t help but to grow curious about what exactly he’d find there. Either way, Kol had been quick to leave, mentally reminding himself that the quarrel between himself and Klaus was far from over, and he went in search of the address, finding it easily. What he found there, though, stopped him in his tracks. “Stella,” he managed out, watching her with surprise, taking her in, unable to help it. She looked as stunning as he remembered her in her prime, before she’d fallen so horribly ill - even then, he’d found her beautiful, but he hated how much she had suffered.
“You’re alive?” he questioned carefully, quietly, as he made his way over, finding himself in a state of disbelief. She wasn’t really alive, he knew that - she had to be a vampire. His heart ached with learning this, but seeing her there and alive brought so much relief to him that he almost felt at a loss for words. Before he could stop himself, he made his way over quicker, taking her face in his hands gently as he watched her, scanning over her features, taking her in. “Oh, love, how I’ve missed you…” he said quietly, shock still evident in his own features, but his relief was more present now, too.