[ The hug isn't something he expects. It gets blood all over her, after all, something most anyone would want to avoid, but she's beyond caring right now, to look at her. So Kol wraps his arms around her and holds her close, rests his cheek on top of her head, and if there's a smile tugging at his lips at the thought of both of them drenched in the blood of their enemies, well, she can't rightly see that, can she?
It passes, anyway. ]
You will live, Davina. You'll outlive them all now, everyone who's ever pulled your strings. [ Except for him, of course. ] One way or another.
[ There's a promise in that. If she wants the lot of them dead, this will happen so much faster, after all. ]
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It passes, anyway. ]
You will live, Davina. You'll outlive them all now, everyone who's ever pulled your strings. [ Except for him, of course. ] One way or another.
[ There's a promise in that. If she wants the lot of them dead, this will happen so much faster, after all. ]