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 . ❜
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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