
Even the stars, they burn. Some even fall to the earth. We’ve got a lot to learn, but god knows we’re worth it.
everything will change
nothing stays the same
and nobody here’s perfect
oh but everyones to blame
Faye: Stop looking at me like that.
Kol: Like what?
Faye: Like a cute puppy dog. It’s annoying.
Kol: You think I’m cute?
Faye: I think you’re annoying.
REBEKAH: Maybe it’s time you do something Kol.
KOL: Let her be.
—
LEE: He’s staring at us like we’re tonight’s dinner.
FAYE: Let him be.
And everything you love will burn up in the light
He stares at her across the fire, ignoring the fight their brothers were engaging in. He could care less what their siblings wanted. He only cared about her. The rest of them can all go to hell for all that mattered.
“This isn’t our battle. This is theirs. Leave them to it!”
She looks back at him, unmoving. Her face was a mask, but he could tell that behind those brown eyes, so dark that they could be black, that she was torn.
“Come with me, Faye,” he urges. “We can leave all of this behind. This is their war, not ours.”
Damon finally notices them and turns away from his shouting match with Klaus to call out to his sister.
“Faye!”
She flinches, it’s subtle, but Kol could tell. She breaks her glance from him to look towards her brother. Damon’s expression is stern and impatient. She turns back to look at him.
“They’re family, Kol. You must understand that. Family above all.”
The flickering flames cast shadows across her face. He shouldn’t be so surprised by her decision, but it hits him hard just the same.
“I choose them.”
She moves finally, taking a step towards Damon who held his hand outstretched to hers. He shakes his head, feeling the tendrils of anger, rejection and fury overwhelming him.
“Then you can go to hell, too.”

KOL: Hi Faye.
FAYE: Didn’t I already tell you I don’t want to have anything to do with you?
KOL: Really? Last time I checked you wanted more.
KLAUS: She’s staying over?
KOL: A few days. With Bekah.
KLAUS: Why?
KOL: Something to do with her brothers.
FAYE: If you guys don’t mind, I found your alcohol stash and helped myself.
KOL: [raises his glass] Cheers!
FAYE: What’s wrong with you? You’re not mad or anything, right?
KOL: I think she should be drunk more often.
KLAUS: I think her brother should piss her off more often.
Kol: Are you speechless because of how handsome I clean up? Or are you just pondering how much better I would look naked?
Faye: Neither. I was wondering how the hell are you even alive.
Kol: Oh, Faye. You know fate can never keep us apart for too long.