[ One long shocked moment their expressions match, both of them terrified and completely out of their depth at what happened, both of them with blood on their hands. He's still clutching the wound on his neck when Davina shoves him away further, and he's not sure who to thank that his girlfriend's vampire instincts aren't enough to drive her to attack. This time, at least, he's lucky.
And then she's gone, not like a blur, but certainly with all the force of an emotionally messed up witch.
Kol lets himself slump to his knees, tries to rein in the panic. A healing spell isn't far behind. A wound on his throat of all places isn't something he can ignore for long, and the smell of blood, so much blood, so much of his own blood, makes him ill. He finds a point to focus on. (Earth magic, that's what she used to shape this body, that's what I'll use to mend it again, it's just a matter of putting the pieces in the right place again-)
Even so, he can't stop his racing mind. Where the healed skin might've been smooth, he has a scar left at the end - a price to pay for not being as calm as he ought to be, and to be expected. That stings him, but for once he doesn't dwell on it. When he gets to his feet, he stumbles toward the kitchen, picks his way gingerly over the floor now strewn with shattered glass.
It's only after he's washed the blood off that he heads for the door she hid behind. ]
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And then she's gone, not like a blur, but certainly with all the force of an emotionally messed up witch.
Kol lets himself slump to his knees, tries to rein in the panic. A healing spell isn't far behind. A wound on his throat of all places isn't something he can ignore for long, and the smell of blood, so much blood, so much of his own blood, makes him ill. He finds a point to focus on. (Earth magic, that's what she used to shape this body, that's what I'll use to mend it again, it's just a matter of putting the pieces in the right place again-)
Even so, he can't stop his racing mind. Where the healed skin might've been smooth, he has a scar left at the end - a price to pay for not being as calm as he ought to be, and to be expected. That stings him, but for once he doesn't dwell on it. When he gets to his feet, he stumbles toward the kitchen, picks his way gingerly over the floor now strewn with shattered glass.
It's only after he's washed the blood off that he heads for the door she hid behind. ]
Davina?