eyebrows bumped together in a scowl ,olive-kissed features hold worry strewn within them.they made him loose control ?figures the ancestors would continue to place suchwrath upon the shoulders of a young girl ———– all because shechose to live. it was times like this bonnie despised being a witch. there weretoo manyloopholes that ended up with you right back where you started —– hell. her own shoulders wereslumped ,the image of defeat evident as you gazed at her. yet , it seemed as if she wasn’t the only one on theverge of defeat. the other , forcing back the tears , looked empty. impulsively , long arms outstretched & embraced the other this time.arms held the other , green eyes staring off into nothingness as even ,she , attempted to hold back her own emotions.
“ davina , i promisei’m gonna get you out of here , okay ? ” while she knew it was ahearty promise , bonnie didn’t care. of course the red devil hung on her shoulder teasing her about theepic lie she’d just told the other. yet , she was determined. she was going to get them both out of there. one way or another. all she needed was time , which in her case she had plenty of it. “ it’s gonna be okay. ”
FEATURES SO FREQUENTLY STEELEDshatter when out of eyesight , and only then . arms stay locked in place , nose buried into gentle frame .the ancestors have punished them both TIMEand TIME AGAIN //neither girl breaking until the limit too far pushed .porcelain to steel may they be , even steel can warp and rust .tenuous inhale rattles through parted petals , pulling from the embrace only to deflect ; ever present and habitual .
gaze flits down and comes up forced , dejected semblance of a smile as crown shakes in negation .❛ ─── it’s okay . ❜ much as she willsto believe white lies , there isn’t a way back this time . not with the plane destroyed . she’d need a NEXUS VORTIfor a glimmer of hope . hands reach for the other’s , holding tightwith wrecked concern . ❛ ─── bonnie , how are you here? what happened to you ? ❜
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one.
SACRIFICED ONCE. sixteen when she’s led to the slaughter, rescued by once thought an enemy. kept safe in the attic of a convent, all the while weaponized. too much power in such small a vessel. people aren’t meant to harness wildfires.
two.
freedom from fighting is freedom fleeting. no longer kept so watchful an eye on, once a fire stills remains a flame. a witch without a coven, one selected enemy in red. a witch without a coven, but a witch to lead all covens.
three.
leader no longer when it’s remembered who she aids. who she loves. who she claims as family. salem, be as it may. they want her up in flames. they, the ancestors. the demise of a life too short lived. SACRIFICED TWICE.
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general
name . davina claire
nicknames . super witch , harvest girl , love , d
status . regent of the nine covens of new orleans / exhiled