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 . ❜
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 . ❜
❝ 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 . ❜
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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