❝ mmm, yeah, yeah. i hear you.victory’s yours, d. ❞ she invokes humor in him like no one else, riddled with fondness. ❝ don’t get too comfortable. ❞ one of the many lessons he’s acquired over time from a family made up of monsters slips through the cracks of his jest and a show of white teeth, and he regards her with an amused, endeared expression.
OCEANIC GAZE NARROWS ;though not in spite . only playful retort ,pinked petals curling at the corners akin to WORN PAGESof the grimoires such lithe digits splay across day after day .
❛ ─── come on , marcel . you taught me EVERYTHINGi know .you don’t think i could do it again? ❜
HE WANTS THE HELP, but he also wants to convince himself and everyone around him that he doesn’t need the CONSTANT PROTECTION. it’s hard, being forced into the structure of the perfect killer and yet somehow, coming out unscathed ——- yet it’s not that simple, his mind still haunted by what he’s almost lost. he couldn’t survive alone; he needed them to help him. and by that, he could nearly kill them all. he couldn’t ALWAYS rely on their help —– sometimes he had to fend for himself.
but it’s clear he’s not getting anywhere now, and that she isn’t going to give up ( it’s refreshing, knowing that she’s not the type who WOULD just leave. ) ❛ late advice, ❜ he insists, a small smile on his lips even if he’s in pain —- he always looks for reason to be positive. ❛ okay, caught me. i didn’t want you to leave. ❜ he’s not protecting hispride so much anyway. he lifts his shirt to reveal the wound, eyes quickly darting away. ❛ if you tell me i’m gonna be okay, i’ll believe you. i’m not difficult to convince. ❜
INNATE BENEVOLENCE BOUNDS HIS BONES . that much she can tell . reminds her of who she’d once TRIED to be ;hidden away for safety though all she strived for was NORMALCY . LOYALTY . ability to protect those she loved . to be brave in the face of supernatural war .instead , she’d been made a WEAPON .
teasing smile renders one of her own , INSTANT RELIEFthat the pain isn’t so great he can’t muster a joke . ❛ ─── you’re gonna be FINE. i promise . ❜ sincerity rings true in tone , crystalline gaze wide , sereneat the state of the injury . fingertips stay steady at the edge of blossomed wound , pearl incisors pulling at bottom petal in contemplationbefore countenance morphs to one of realization . ❛ ─── i don’t have a spell , but . . . i DOhave an herb . the most i’ve used it on is a swollen ankle , but it’ll heal you faster than waiting it out . ❜
isaac was absolutely sure his information regarding the things that creep within shadows, the horrors that go bump in the night, wasAMPLE.
more than ample, actually. he’s dealt with homicidal revenge lizards, he’s dealt with twin alpha werewolves who do some weird anime morph to become a giantdouche-wolf. he’s seen some shit. he thought that he knew enough about the supernatural that nothing could leave him shocked, let alone flabbergasted.
‘ you’re fucking with me. witches, fine. witches are cool. ’ he’s tempted to say witches are hot but he’s really only met one ———— but to be fair, the one witch he has met is fucking gorgeous, breath taking actually. ‘ but vampires? is asthon kutcher about to jump out? am i on punk’d? i can already see the trailer. SUPER CUTE WEREWOLF BOY PRANKED BY WITCH, what happens next will shock you. ’
LITTLE SHOCKS HER ANYMORE .least of all new discoveries of mythos ; once thought only lore but rings TRIED AND TRUE . arches rise on tender brow , chin coming to rest upon palm with a smile in mock offense . scoff expels .to hail from BEACON HILLSand JUDGEnew orleans truths is half comical , half absurd .lashes dust rosette cheek in exasperation , head shaking in the slightest as verbiage tumbles with laced wit .
❛ ─── oh , because beacon hills is SO NORMAL ?what , you believe in fox spirits but you DRAW THE LINE at vampires? ❜
mirth falls in accordance with widened gaze at sheer vanity , ( even if feigned) . petals sealpuckered in amusement . ❛ ─── wow . and HUMBLEtoo . ❜
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 ? ❜
HE DOESN’T BLAME THEM, not with what he’s been through, not with the way he’s so recklessly willing to fight any creature even knowing he doesn’t have the ability to PROTECT HIMSELF the way the others do. it doesn’t matter to him that he’s only human; it’s what he wants after his nearly fatal fate, but he refuses to let that hold him back. he will protect the others in whatever way he can, even if he gets himself burned. he grunts as he allows her to help, hand holding onto hers as the other holds his waist tightly from the wound that he had collected.
❛ hunters. i fell into one of their traps when i was trying to look for some kind of CLUE. it was stupid, liam told me not to do it alone, but i had to know, ❜ he explained, shaking his head quickly to show just how disappointed he was. ❛ i’ll be fine ——- i just don’t want them to feel like they need to heal me. you either, don’t worry about it. ❜
SIGH EXPELS FROM PUCKERED LIP ;gaze cast toward blossoming sanguine stain . unfaltering instinct to protectswells in bone , dialogue slipping in one ear and out the other . he may not want aid , but she’ll not leave him unattended .frame adjusts to shift the other into a chair , all protestations blatantly ignored .
❛ ─── are you serious? i’m not just gonna LEAVEyou . ❜ careful observation finds delicate fingers prying his hand away , wincingas if garnered wound were her own . ❛ ─── it doesn’t look good . probably should’ve listened to your friend . ❜
‘ vampires. ’ he’s not sure whether he’s shocked or just plain irritated by the mere existence of the species. werewolves he knows well, believes in them fully, kitsune’s? fine. kanima’s? annoying, but fine. banshee’s? sure. but fucking vampires? cue him ready to exit the supernatural world with a salute& a promise to never return. ‘ like … blood sucking freaks, glorified mosquito’s, dracula, edward cullen, all that. ’
KNIT ARCHES QUIRK UPWARDat the query , followed closely behind with the slow bloom of upturned petals in quiet amusement .lashes brush rosed cheek , pulling openafter with assuring gaze at opposite hues . ❛ ─── and witches , ❜ comes sly reminder , frame adjusting to toss dark tresses behind shoulder .
❛ ─── no . they’re … nothing like what you’ve seen in movies . holy water , crucifixes , it’s all fake . ❜
— HELL WAS DIFFERENT. he’d expected the cycle with tara to be permanent but now, surrounded by blue-tinged graveyard he’d grown curious. he couldn’t understand what brought him to the half-destroyed ancestral plane; the chimera part of him was only part witch. unnaturally. blue eyes found the female with a small smirk. ❝ who are you? ❞ curiosity filled the chimera’s features as he raked her form in head-to-toe. ❝ I haven’t seen anyone in the whole city.. ❞
IT COMES AS A SHOCK ;a voice directed toward her counts as a rarity here . she may not know ALL WITCHES , but only so many reign here and this is a figure unfamiliar . lonesome frame stops in her tracks , boots crunching over crumbled gravel and mist hues narrow at the intrusion . weight SHIFTS , arms crossing over one another . consider confusion an understatement .
❝ if my friends know i’m HURT, they’re going to make it a bigger deal than they should. ❞ they always did —– and he couldn’t blame anyone after what he had been through. a human with a soft heart and warm personality, turned into the PERFECT KILLER in beast form all because of how truly good he really was. surviving that, returning to who he was, even being able to to adjust again without being haunted by what his fate was supposed to be. but he wouldn’t give any of this up, he was far too invested now —– which was exactly why he wouldn’t let them hold him back just because he was HURT( he refused to be seen as fragile just because he was human. ) ❝ i’ll be okay, i promise. i might just —– need some help. ❞
A CONCEPT SHE KNOWS RATHER WELL . overprotective friends . sometimes silently translated to undermining; those who believed size and age equated to fragility .refusal to see him the same waystrikes strong in her bone , hands placed delicately‘ round his arm to help taller frame to his feet . ❛ ─── i’m not gonna tell anybody . i don’t exactly have a spell for this , though . ❜
a sigh of relief is exasperated out , the familiar childlike face sends a crushing wave of comfort over the newly deceased witch. tiny arms are thrown around her & she can’t help but embrace back. yet , the moment she pulls away , eyebrows bumped together & her forehead puckered. she was too young , too young to be trapped between heaven & whatever else was out there. her storycouldn’t have already come to an abrupt ending.
“ it happened so quick , y’know ? ” shoulders shrug upwards , lips pulling together to the side of her face ,sorrow beginning to settle over soft features. her chest extends out as sheattempts to gain hold of her breathing before tears could fall once again. a raspy cough is taken as she clears her throat , attention going back to theyoung witch. “ davina————— what areyou doing here ? you shouldn’t be here. not you. not now. ”
EMBRACE IS CUT FAR TOO SHORT . a moment on this side feels like a lifetime , familiar faces rare , if any . stone - weightsorrow strikes delicate features with every word from the other’s lips ; she wasn’t meant to be here .neither were meant to be here . eyes are glazed with ready mist , fingers rising to sweep at the corners before any can fall .
❛ ─── um … ❜ words slip shakily , an exhale punctuating silence . ❛ ─── it was an accident . the ancestors hate me . everything that happened last time , they hate me .they made him lose control . ❜ hair is swept behind her ear , countenance cracking under the words . and still , steeled control forces a halt . she won’t cry .
okay maybe he doesn’t know his way around town yet and maybe he’s not the best with direction but he’ll figure out along the way because there is no way he is going to allow her to get out of this one. a smile spreads across lips as he watches her get ready as he mentally pats himself on the back because that was a lot easier than he expected.
“ honestly didn’t think this was gonna work so i don’t know where we’re gonna go but we’ll figure it out. i’m like the king of fun. ”
BROWS QUIRK AMUSEDLY ,standing on newly adorned feet as arms cross one another in curiosity .fateappears to have thrown her the reigns this time ; an opportunity to take the helm of night’s events herself . crown tilts ,frame shifting weight to gaze with an offer .
❛ ─── mm . does the KINGof fun need a tour guide ? ❜
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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