[ The force at which they are separated is jarring and all Davina was really certain of is she just tried to eat her boyfriend, and she was left there, staring at him with the same expression a deer might have in the face of a semi on the highway. Blue eyes stay wide, and on his throat, and while she can taste that yes, that had been her, and it had tasted far better than one should expect blood to taste, she still has to bring a hand up to her mouth, touching her lips and staring at the bloodstained fingertips in horror.
Normally, this situation would lead her to be horrified that she was sitting on her counter shirtless, but instead she's stuck looking at the red on her fingers - her hand started shaking along the way. But she couldn't pull her eyes away from it.
She'd just attacked Kol.
She wasn't supposed to be like this.
And then like a light, something else is switched on and she lets out a scream that sounds more pained than anything, hands going up to press at her temples as if trying to will the vampirism away. She doesn't even notice how the glass that had held his water shatters or how the lights burst with the influx of emotional magic.
There was one thing she was sure of - she was going to be sick.
Her hand shoots out towards Kol, and then her magic follows, sending him farther back than he already was, keeping him at bay so she could shove herself off the counter top and scurry towards the bathroom before he could catch her. Door slamming shut with enough force that caused the wall to shudder.
She didn't want this. How could she still feel her magic? How could she let herself hurt Kol? Her bare back leans against the door before she slides down it, sitting against it with her knees drawn up close.
The witch can't even bring herself to lick or wipe the blood left on her lips away, instead she just keeps sliding her tongue over the sharp teeth, trying to make sense of it, trying to understand what went wrong. ]
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Normally, this situation would lead her to be horrified that she was sitting on her counter shirtless, but instead she's stuck looking at the red on her fingers - her hand started shaking along the way. But she couldn't pull her eyes away from it.
She'd just attacked Kol.
She wasn't supposed to be like this.
And then like a light, something else is switched on and she lets out a scream that sounds more pained than anything, hands going up to press at her temples as if trying to will the vampirism away. She doesn't even notice how the glass that had held his water shatters or how the lights burst with the influx of emotional magic.
There was one thing she was sure of - she was going to be sick.
Her hand shoots out towards Kol, and then her magic follows, sending him farther back than he already was, keeping him at bay so she could shove herself off the counter top and scurry towards the bathroom before he could catch her. Door slamming shut with enough force that caused the wall to shudder.
She didn't want this. How could she still feel her magic? How could she let herself hurt Kol? Her bare back leans against the door before she slides down it, sitting against it with her knees drawn up close.
The witch can't even bring herself to lick or wipe the blood left on her lips away, instead she just keeps sliding her tongue over the sharp teeth, trying to make sense of it, trying to understand what went wrong. ]