[ Oh are we not slowing down FINE ALRIGHT HE CAN DO THAT. ]
I'm not making this choice right now, Davina. I don't want you roped into their mess any more than you do me, and they've done nothing to bring me back twice over now. I know that. [ And there's anger in him, too, narrowed eyes and bared teeth and at this rate the candles will be gone very soon. he shakes his head, to shake it off. Sighs, and it's aggravation more than it is resignation. ]
Look - I promise I'll stay put for as long as you say I need to. Okay?
[ And it's so easy to give her his word. He doesn't think it through, not really, but it's there, between admitting she has a point, and feeling betrayed, and feeling indebted. This is his olive branch. ]
But I'm not gonna just snap my fingers and be okay with someone trying to murder my niece. [ Blood is blood, after all. ]
[ She sets her jaw, lifting her chin just the slightest and puffing her chest out like an angry bird. Not wanting to back down, but his words aren't really a challenge either. But he promises, and with all the promises being dropped around her, well, she's wondering if she can still trust him. ]
Are you lying to me?
[ It's the only question she can manage at this point; short, simple and to the point with how she's felt with everyone lately. ]
That's all anyone ever does anymore. You're the only one that ever meant anything.
[ She can't have him lying to her too, not again, they were past that. ]
I'll talk to the witches, see if I can convince them Dahlia is a threat to us. You all were born witches, that means Hope is part witch too, maybe I can convince them that she would be an important addition or at least that Dahlia taking her or hurting her - or whatever it is she's trying to do would be bad for a potential witch. But you have to promise you won't do anything.
I already promised. Do I have to swear to you? All I can give you is my word, and if that's not worth anything to you, I'm not sure what you want me to do.
[ Even his siblings know he keeps his word. Perhaps it's too much to ask to be believed for once. It hurts, but he doesn't exactly expect her to care right now. ]
No... You've never broken your promises to me. I just don't want to lose you again...
[ She falls quiet, and before she can even help it the tears are back. She's freaking out on him because she doesn't want to lose him, and she's being a jerk, she can tell that much. So she turns away from him quickly and starts walking, and for a moment it looks like she's just going to leave him.
But then she stops by the wall, where a tattered tapestry of some sort was hanging. Leaning up on her tip toes she reaches up and yanks it down, completely covering herself in dust in the process. A pathetic sounding coughing fit (it's not so tough when you're sniffling between coughs) and a few shakes of the thing and she turns back to him, holding it up in question as if to ask if it'll do at least to get him to the playhouse so she can get him clothes... or maybe just bring him to her apartment, she hasn't completely thought through her plan.
There are still tears welled in her eyes and tracks down her cheeks as she awaits his decision on the decrepit piece of cloth. ]
We can move you to the Claire tomb... Or my apartment, your choice.
[ Something in his chest comes precariously close to breaking, seeing her stride away like that. He barely dares to breathe, despite the way her words sounded like an apology, so as she moves, and then stops, his eyes are fixed on her.
He's got some reservations about the tapestry. Honestly, he wants to ask, how long do you figure that's been there, and is the view that bad, but - opens his mouth, closes his mouth again - start over. There would probably be more for him to do at his old playhouse but he's not really thinking about that right now. ]
[ Bro you were literally ash and mud a moment ago.
That question causes Davina to raise an arched brow at him; of course that's what Kol focuses on. ]
You're right, after bringing my dead boyfriend back to life - we're not at that point yet are we? Maybe I wouldn't even make you sleep on the couch.
[ She lifts a shoulder up in a lazy shrug; her tears long forgotten for how silly his reaction was. She heads back over to him, holding the tapestry out. ]
[ Hey now he's trying to be positive here. Definitely grinning, also, and for once not even holding the maybe over her head. ]
Absolutely yes.
[ First, though, how about pulling himself up to climb out of this thing. If the arguement had one thing going for it, it's that he's feeling a little less shaky now. More for her sake than for his own, he grabs the tapestry to cover himself somewhat before he clambers onto the floor. His knees nearly buckle at having to suddenly support his weight, and it isn't the most graceful of landings, but he's nevertheless glad to be out of the thing.
Straightening shakily, and sorting out his gross dusty rag of a tunic, he still gives her a bright smile. ]
[ His response causes her to grin, ducking her head down to hide behind her hair, when she looks back to him, he's taking the tapestry and she waits for him to get out of the ritual bed. When he does she can't help but hold her hands out, ready to catch him if he couldn't stand, not at all wanting him to get hurt. ]
I see I had to twist your arm.
[ She moves to wrap her arm around him and pull him against her side, hoping to make walking easier. ]
I can stop by the shop across the street and pick you up some clothes too.
[ Because she has mixed emotions about the idea of him prancing around her apartment naked. But she begins moving, slowly, wanting to ease him into walking. ]
Unless you prefer me wrapped in ancient dusty rags, darling.
[ He wraps an arm around her shoulder with the raise of his eyebrows, his smile just slightly wicked. For all that he can't help feeling as weak as he does, he tries not to lean on her too much. A spell like that would have taken a lot out of her, even with the help of the Ancestors. Step by careful step, he finds that walking is a thing he can manage. ]
[ There's a sly smile on her lips, after all his attempts at wooing her, she's fairly certain if she said she had an ancient dusty rag clad boyfriend kink, he'd try to go there. ]
You okay? [ She feels somewhat bad she's not strong enough to carry him, like he'd done for her. It won't be long until they get to her apartment, but she's still worried about him. Call her fussy, but she hasn't seen him in too long, and she knows he has to be weak from coming back to life, if going off her state of being is anything to go by, he probably feels awful.
The migraine budding in her skull wasn't going to be pleasant, she was sure. ]
Fine, actually. Bit weak in the knees, but I'm sure that will pass with time.
[ He's been worse. He's been so much worse. So if his feet hurt and his senses are in overdrive, if he has trouble focusing and has to strain to keep his own magic and the residue of the ritual from just doing whatever, well. It's a small price to pay. ]
What about you? That spell was nothing to scoff at.
[ Most other witches would've burned themselves out trying. He's surprised she's even on her feet, all things considered. ]
[ She gives him a small smile, pleased that there seem to be no awful side effects to the spell. He was alive, in his own body, with his magic, and the hex was long gone. ]
I'm fine. [ She's not going to mention the headache because it's nothing important compared to everything else going on. ] I thought I'd be more tired...
[ If they got weird looks on the way to her apartment, or if anyone was actually around to give her weird looks, well she didn't notice, her full attention was on him. It's kind of a surprise to her how easy it was to get him from the tomb to her place but there they are at her front door. Right keys.
Her free hand fishes through her pockets looking for them. When she finds them she pauses, looking up to Kol. ]
My apartment isn't as big as your family house. [ Sudden nerves???? ]
[ The further they walked, the less he needed to lean on her. In fact, he had the attention to spare to give some of those who stared at them a brilliant, shit-eating grin. This is all going awfully easily, all things considered, though, perhaps he should be waiting for the other shoe to drop? Ah, but for right now he isn't worrying quite yet. ]
It isn't? [ Feigned shock goes here. ]
Well that's definitely going to ruin everything about spending a night at my girlfriend's place for the first time.
[ The look she gives him says a million things, and none of them are too nice. But then he offers his own form of reassurance, and anything fiery dies on her tongue, instead she moves to unlock the door and help him maneuver through it. It was surprisingly large for something a 17 year old without a job would have, but then, Marcel had a lot of connections. It takes no effort at all to help him over to one of the reclining chairs by the sofa.
His implication makes her frown though. ]
Are you only spending the night? [ That's the loaded question she fixes him with when she closes the door behind them, hanging her keys on a key holder by the door. Have fun with actually having loaded girlfriend questions Kol, because that's definitely a thing that's happening now. ]
[ Kol slumps into the chair with all the grace a new body affords him, which isn't a lot. Adjusting the tapestry still draped over him is more of an afterthought, but she may appreciate that he remembered to all the same. Sitting down gives him a chance to observe, but where he could be finding out things about her place, he's just watching Davina. ]
That depends on what you're inviting me for. Are you asking me to move in with you?
[ She is appreciative, it's a little freaky to have a pretty much naked guy in her apartment - let alone a Mikaelson - it was bizarre. But she realises pretty quickly that his dark gaze is on her and not snooping as she assumed he would be. He seems like the type to go through someone's medicine cabinets to see what's up.
But that's a terrifying question to her question... So she meets him with another... question.. ] Do you have anywhere else to go while I'm keeping you a secret?
[ But she doesn't allow him to answer before posing another, slightly offended question. ] Should I not be asking you to move in with me? [ Because now she's worried she shouldn't have asked at all. Instead of allowing herself to crumble under his unfamiliar, yet just as intense stare, she heads into the open kitchen. Her first stop is getting Kol a glass of water, only to pause in her plans to try to wash off the ash and mud that was spread up to her elbows. When she decides she's done a sufficient job, she looks for something for him to snack on... Something high in sugar... She pouts at the last doughnut in the box before snatching it up and putting it on a plate for him. ]
[ His siblings would laugh at the suggestion. He would laugh at the suggestion, or would have, just a few weeks ago. Now he's thinking about it, or trying to, while attempting to do something about her offended tone at the same time. ]
Davina- that's not what I said. [ He sighs and gets up, follows after her, steadier on his feet than he expected to be. Now he is glancing around, but his eyes always come back to her. ]
There's no place I'd rather be. [ And it's the truth. Which is slightly scary, all things considered. ]
But I have to admit, I'm still getting used to someone trusting me. [ That is, of course, despite knowing. ]
[ Good thing Davina doesn't like any of his siblings to begin with. ]
It doesn't have to be permanent, just until things have calmed down and then if you want you can go back and live with you family.
[ She's already trying to backtrack but then he says there's nowhere he'd rather be and she all but melts at the sentiment, blue eyes watching him with a far softer look. ]
You kind of died for me, I think that makes the whole not trusting you thing kind of pointless. Besides - I've trusted you for a while. It's everyone else that keeps lying to me.
[ She slides the plate and glass to on the countertop him before turning her sights back on the kitchen. It's neat, tidy and modern, unfortunately it's currently barren. She hasn't had time to eat or sleep for a long time, simply trying to bring Kol back.
So it's probably not a surprise when she ends up settling for a poptart. She lets out a hum of thought before pulling herself up on the counter, watching him. ]
[ He did do that, it's true. Without even thinking about it, really. But then, he hadn't expected Finn to kill him either. ]
That's a yes.
[ Water? Water seems like a great plan, he picks up his glass and leans against the counter, looking up at her. Trying not drag his mind back out of the gutter as he drinks is surprisingly easy when he realizes how utterly empty the kitchen is. ]
[ She raises an arched eyebrow, for once having the ability to look down at him, instead of being a whole foot shorter than him. As if to prove her point that she does what she wants she opens the wrapper before breaking a piece off and popping it in her mouth.
Her stomach hurts, and she's not sure eating will help at this point, being that hungry. ]
I invited you to move in with me as my boyfriend not as Marcel.
[ She likes to think she can survive just fine by herself, thank you very much Kol. ]
[ Kol scoffs at the mention of Marcel. He empties the glass, gestures with it still in hand, but the way she's pointedly eating at him makes him smile. He knows that game. ]
And as your boyfriend, I'd rather you didn't feel like you were hit by a truck when you wake up in the morning.
[ She tips a shoulder up in a half shrug before reaching out to take the glass from him, giving him and then his doughnut a pointed stare as if saying "eat something" as she leans across the counter to the sink to fill his glass back up. ]
I feel fine, Kol.
[ Which... She feels a lot more fine than she'd expect to feel after preforming such a spell. ]
Besides I can pick up some takeout on my way back from getting you something to wear.
[ She holds the water back out to him. The little witch pauses however, watching him, distracted by something, like he's got something on his face. Before she breaks out into a smile. ]
[ He accepts the refilled glass, about to argue further, but then, if there's takeout, that seems fair. Also, his girlfriend is staring at him. He looks right back, confident as ever. ]
So I take it you do agree my own body is more handsome than the borrowed one.
I'm not looking at your body, [ Liar. ] I'm looking at your smile. Why, are you jealous I think Kaleb was cuter than you? [ Oh now that smile, it is so clearly teasing. But she can't just agree and let him win. ]
Still haven't decided. [ Wow, she's just full of lies today. ] Kaleb was really good looking. [ It's not like she wasn't totally drawn to him because of his personality or anything. The first time they'd met and he had the bravado to smile at her like that - like she was worth smiling at. ]
[ His smile widens, and the mischief in it seems to naturally belong there. Lazily Kol shifts where he leans against the counter, intentionally giving her a better view, and never breaks eye contact. ]
You'll have time to make up your mind.
[ Like it's all the same to him. But that's an offer, if she wants to take it that way, because of course it is. Maybe he's just come back to life, maybe he shouldn't try to do much right now, but he's also standing mostly naked in his girlfriend's kitchen, comfortable in his own skin even under scrutiny. ]
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I'm not making this choice right now, Davina. I don't want you roped into their mess any more than you do me, and they've done nothing to bring me back twice over now. I know that. [ And there's anger in him, too, narrowed eyes and bared teeth and at this rate the candles will be gone very soon. he shakes his head, to shake it off. Sighs, and it's aggravation more than it is resignation. ]
Look - I promise I'll stay put for as long as you say I need to. Okay?
[ And it's so easy to give her his word. He doesn't think it through, not really, but it's there, between admitting she has a point, and feeling betrayed, and feeling indebted. This is his olive branch. ]
But I'm not gonna just snap my fingers and be okay with someone trying to murder my niece. [ Blood is blood, after all. ]
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Are you lying to me?
[ It's the only question she can manage at this point; short, simple and to the point with how she's felt with everyone lately. ]
That's all anyone ever does anymore. You're the only one that ever meant anything.
[ She can't have him lying to her too, not again, they were past that. ]
I'll talk to the witches, see if I can convince them Dahlia is a threat to us. You all were born witches, that means Hope is part witch too, maybe I can convince them that she would be an important addition or at least that Dahlia taking her or hurting her - or whatever it is she's trying to do would be bad for a potential witch. But you have to promise you won't do anything.
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[ Even his siblings know he keeps his word. Perhaps it's too much to ask to be believed for once. It hurts, but he doesn't exactly expect her to care right now. ]
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[ She falls quiet, and before she can even help it the tears are back. She's freaking out on him because she doesn't want to lose him, and she's being a jerk, she can tell that much. So she turns away from him quickly and starts walking, and for a moment it looks like she's just going to leave him.
But then she stops by the wall, where a tattered tapestry of some sort was hanging. Leaning up on her tip toes she reaches up and yanks it down, completely covering herself in dust in the process. A pathetic sounding coughing fit (it's not so tough when you're sniffling between coughs) and a few shakes of the thing and she turns back to him, holding it up in question as if to ask if it'll do at least to get him to the playhouse so she can get him clothes... or maybe just bring him to her apartment, she hasn't completely thought through her plan.
There are still tears welled in her eyes and tracks down her cheeks as she awaits his decision on the decrepit piece of cloth. ]
We can move you to the Claire tomb... Or my apartment, your choice.
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He's got some reservations about the tapestry. Honestly, he wants to ask, how long do you figure that's been there, and is the view that bad, but - opens his mouth, closes his mouth again - start over. There would probably be more for him to do at his old playhouse but he's not really thinking about that right now. ]
You're inviting me to your place?
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That question causes Davina to raise an arched brow at him; of course that's what Kol focuses on. ]
You're right, after bringing my dead boyfriend back to life - we're not at that point yet are we? Maybe I wouldn't even make you sleep on the couch.
[ She lifts a shoulder up in a lazy shrug; her tears long forgotten for how silly his reaction was. She heads back over to him, holding the tapestry out. ]
Is that where you want to go?
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Absolutely yes.
[ First, though, how about pulling himself up to climb out of this thing. If the arguement had one thing going for it, it's that he's feeling a little less shaky now. More for her sake than for his own, he grabs the tapestry to cover himself somewhat before he clambers onto the floor. His knees nearly buckle at having to suddenly support his weight, and it isn't the most graceful of landings, but he's nevertheless glad to be out of the thing.
Straightening shakily, and sorting out his gross dusty rag of a tunic, he still gives her a bright smile. ]
Well, after you.
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I see I had to twist your arm.
[ She moves to wrap her arm around him and pull him against her side, hoping to make walking easier. ]
I can stop by the shop across the street and pick you up some clothes too.
[ Because she has mixed emotions about the idea of him prancing around her apartment naked. But she begins moving, slowly, wanting to ease him into walking. ]
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[ He wraps an arm around her shoulder with the raise of his eyebrows, his smile just slightly wicked. For all that he can't help feeling as weak as he does, he tries not to lean on her too much. A spell like that would have taken a lot out of her, even with the help of the Ancestors. Step by careful step, he finds that walking is a thing he can manage. ]
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[ There's a sly smile on her lips, after all his attempts at wooing her, she's fairly certain if she said she had an ancient dusty rag clad boyfriend kink, he'd try to go there. ]
You okay? [ She feels somewhat bad she's not strong enough to carry him, like he'd done for her. It won't be long until they get to her apartment, but she's still worried about him. Call her fussy, but she hasn't seen him in too long, and she knows he has to be weak from coming back to life, if going off her state of being is anything to go by, he probably feels awful.
The migraine budding in her skull wasn't going to be pleasant, she was sure. ]
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[ He's been worse. He's been so much worse. So if his feet hurt and his senses are in overdrive, if he has trouble focusing and has to strain to keep his own magic and the residue of the ritual from just doing whatever, well. It's a small price to pay. ]
What about you? That spell was nothing to scoff at.
[ Most other witches would've burned themselves out trying. He's surprised she's even on her feet, all things considered. ]
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I'm fine. [ She's not going to mention the headache because it's nothing important compared to everything else going on. ] I thought I'd be more tired...
[ If they got weird looks on the way to her apartment, or if anyone was actually around to give her weird looks, well she didn't notice, her full attention was on him. It's kind of a surprise to her how easy it was to get him from the tomb to her place but there they are at her front door. Right keys.
Her free hand fishes through her pockets looking for them. When she finds them she pauses, looking up to Kol. ]
My apartment isn't as big as your family house. [ Sudden nerves???? ]
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It isn't? [ Feigned shock goes here. ]
Well that's definitely going to ruin everything about spending a night at my girlfriend's place for the first time.
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His implication makes her frown though. ]
Are you only spending the night? [ That's the loaded question she fixes him with when she closes the door behind them, hanging her keys on a key holder by the door. Have fun with actually having loaded girlfriend questions Kol, because that's definitely a thing that's happening now. ]
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That depends on what you're inviting me for. Are you asking me to move in with you?
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But that's a terrifying question to her question... So she meets him with another... question.. ] Do you have anywhere else to go while I'm keeping you a secret?
[ But she doesn't allow him to answer before posing another, slightly offended question. ] Should I not be asking you to move in with me? [ Because now she's worried she shouldn't have asked at all. Instead of allowing herself to crumble under his unfamiliar, yet just as intense stare, she heads into the open kitchen. Her first stop is getting Kol a glass of water, only to pause in her plans to try to wash off the ash and mud that was spread up to her elbows. When she decides she's done a sufficient job, she looks for something for him to snack on... Something high in sugar... She pouts at the last doughnut in the box before snatching it up and putting it on a plate for him. ]
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Davina- that's not what I said. [ He sighs and gets up, follows after her, steadier on his feet than he expected to be. Now he is glancing around, but his eyes always come back to her. ]
There's no place I'd rather be. [ And it's the truth. Which is slightly scary, all things considered. ]
But I have to admit, I'm still getting used to someone trusting me. [ That is, of course, despite knowing. ]
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It doesn't have to be permanent, just until things have calmed down and then if you want you can go back and live with you family.
[ She's already trying to backtrack but then he says there's nowhere he'd rather be and she all but melts at the sentiment, blue eyes watching him with a far softer look. ]
You kind of died for me, I think that makes the whole not trusting you thing kind of pointless. Besides - I've trusted you for a while. It's everyone else that keeps lying to me.
[ She slides the plate and glass to on the countertop him before turning her sights back on the kitchen. It's neat, tidy and modern, unfortunately it's currently barren. She hasn't had time to eat or sleep for a long time, simply trying to bring Kol back.
So it's probably not a surprise when she ends up settling for a poptart. She lets out a hum of thought before pulling herself up on the counter, watching him. ]
So is that a yes?
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That's a yes.
[ Water? Water seems like a great plan, he picks up his glass and leans against the counter, looking up at her. Trying not drag his mind back out of the gutter as he drinks is surprisingly easy when he realizes how utterly empty the kitchen is. ]
I really hope that's not all you're eating.
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Her stomach hurts, and she's not sure eating will help at this point, being that hungry. ]
I invited you to move in with me as my boyfriend not as Marcel.
[ She likes to think she can survive just fine by herself, thank you very much Kol. ]
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And as your boyfriend, I'd rather you didn't feel like you were hit by a truck when you wake up in the morning.
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[ She tips a shoulder up in a half shrug before reaching out to take the glass from him, giving him and then his doughnut a pointed stare as if saying "eat something" as she leans across the counter to the sink to fill his glass back up. ]
I feel fine, Kol.
[ Which... She feels a lot more fine than she'd expect to feel after preforming such a spell. ]
Besides I can pick up some takeout on my way back from getting you something to wear.
[ She holds the water back out to him. The little witch pauses however, watching him, distracted by something, like he's got something on his face. Before she breaks out into a smile. ]
You have a nice smile.
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So I take it you do agree my own body is more handsome than the borrowed one.
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Still haven't decided. [ Wow, she's just full of lies today. ] Kaleb was really good looking. [ It's not like she wasn't totally drawn to him because of his personality or anything. The first time they'd met and he had the bravado to smile at her like that - like she was worth smiling at. ]
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You'll have time to make up your mind.
[ Like it's all the same to him. But that's an offer, if she wants to take it that way, because of course it is. Maybe he's just come back to life, maybe he shouldn't try to do much right now, but he's also standing mostly naked in his girlfriend's kitchen, comfortable in his own skin even under scrutiny. ]
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