[ There are things going wrong and things going wrong. Granted, it nagged on him to think of how she had all this strength left after such a spell, but not enough to question it too much. He'd put it off with thoughts of the Ancestors' help, and reminding herself how strong Davina really was. Maybe she just had that much more power than he'd expected now.
And there might have been a vague sense of alarm when she pulls him towards her because he knows she can't be that strong, and isn't, but he's entirely distracted at that point anyway. Kol drinks in the sight of her, heart racing and just letting their magic intertwine because they can, and skirting the edge of a trance as they are, he pays the warning bells no mind at all.
Fangs opening his skin, though?
That's a whole nother matter.
He hisses and instinctively shoves away from her with all his strength, as does his magic, a panicked knee-jerk reaction that might make his wound worse, but he's not thinking at all right now. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ She can hear it all, even focuses on it for a moment, his movement in the kitchen.
Davina doesn't answer, and even though it's not as if he doesn't know she's in there she wishes he'd just let her freak out alone. But of course he wouldn't, he's Kol - the Mikaelson she's so utterly head over heels for, who always seemed to know what to do or say.
But still she stays quiet for a long moment, and when he doesn't leave, she just lets out a sigh. ]
I'm sorry.
[ The two words are muffled from behind the door, but she says them loud enough for him. And somehow, those words were a vocal admittance to what she'd done, and that's when it really hits her, causing the water works to start. The tears that stream down her face feel hotter than usual, and she slams her head back, causing a loud bang against the door.
She sucks in a breath, unable to silence a sob as everything comes crashing down.
The ancestors did this to her, and she knew exactly why.
Not only had she "wasted" their power on bringing Kol back but she'd promised to deal with Klaus - something that was longer than a lifetime job.
They'd ruined her life. Again.
She doesn't say go away, actually fearful that he might. ]
[ He's not even sure how it's possible. She still had her magic. If she'd been turned any normal way, which she wouldn't have been anyway, that disconnect would have been the first thing she felt. And yet here she is, still making glass explode despite... well.
Kol leans against the doorframe, suddenly feeling exhausted. ]
We've got the Ancestors to thank for this, don't we.
I tried to tear your throat out, Kol! How is that not my fault?! [ At least she still has the will to yell. That's a good sign... Right?
Arms wrap around herself tightly, not ready to try to open the door and risk his life again. This is some kind of sick joke, and maybe they were getting her back for betraying them... She wants to scream, or punch something...
Shakily, she moves to her feet, heading over the sink to flick the faucet on, trying to wash away the remnants of the attack, even going as far as to swish water around in her mouth to try to get rid of the taste. When she turns the water back off, she finds herself back in front of the door between them, still too afraid to try to open it. ] I don't know who else to blame for it.
[ A pause from her end. ]
Promise me, if I try that again you'll stop me even if it takes a stake to the heart.
[ He could blame her. He's sure he could. But he doesn't, he knows what those instincts feel like. What it's like to forget himself, what it's like to want to. Maybe it'll be different for her, because this isn't vampirism as he knows it, but some things probably aren't so different. He sighs. ]
Davina- I'm not going to kill you. I won't promise you that. But I do promise that I'll stop you and find some way to snap you out of it.
[ She sighs, unlocking the door slowly, and even after that it takes her a moment to open it, finally bringing herself to look up at him. There's an even longer moment of hesitation before she reaches up to rest her hand against the spot on his throat.
She doesn't seem to mind or care about their state of undress as she steps towards him, forehead finding his chest. Arms move to wrap around him loosely. ]
I didn't bring you back just for you to die again.
[ If she killed him on accident, she'd never forgive herself. ]
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And there might have been a vague sense of alarm when she pulls him towards her because he knows she can't be that strong, and isn't, but he's entirely distracted at that point anyway. Kol drinks in the sight of her, heart racing and just letting their magic intertwine because they can, and skirting the edge of a trance as they are, he pays the warning bells no mind at all.
Fangs opening his skin, though?
That's a whole nother matter.
He hisses and instinctively shoves away from her with all his strength, as does his magic, a panicked knee-jerk reaction that might make his wound worse, but he's not thinking at all right now. ]
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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. ]
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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?
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Davina doesn't answer, and even though it's not as if he doesn't know she's in there she wishes he'd just let her freak out alone. But of course he wouldn't, he's Kol - the Mikaelson she's so utterly head over heels for, who always seemed to know what to do or say.
But still she stays quiet for a long moment, and when he doesn't leave, she just lets out a sigh. ]
I'm sorry.
[ The two words are muffled from behind the door, but she says them loud enough for him. And somehow, those words were a vocal admittance to what she'd done, and that's when it really hits her, causing the water works to start. The tears that stream down her face feel hotter than usual, and she slams her head back, causing a loud bang against the door.
She sucks in a breath, unable to silence a sob as everything comes crashing down.
The ancestors did this to her, and she knew exactly why.
Not only had she "wasted" their power on bringing Kol back but she'd promised to deal with Klaus - something that was longer than a lifetime job.
They'd ruined her life. Again.
She doesn't say go away, actually fearful that he might. ]
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[ He's not even sure how it's possible. She still had her magic. If she'd been turned any normal way, which she wouldn't have been anyway, that disconnect would have been the first thing she felt. And yet here she is, still making glass explode despite... well.
Kol leans against the doorframe, suddenly feeling exhausted. ]
We've got the Ancestors to thank for this, don't we.
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Arms wrap around herself tightly, not ready to try to open the door and risk his life again. This is some kind of sick joke, and maybe they were getting her back for betraying them... She wants to scream, or punch something...
Shakily, she moves to her feet, heading over the sink to flick the faucet on, trying to wash away the remnants of the attack, even going as far as to swish water around in her mouth to try to get rid of the taste. When she turns the water back off, she finds herself back in front of the door between them, still too afraid to try to open it. ] I don't know who else to blame for it.
[ A pause from her end. ]
Promise me, if I try that again you'll stop me even if it takes a stake to the heart.
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Davina- I'm not going to kill you. I won't promise you that. But I do promise that I'll stop you and find some way to snap you out of it.
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She doesn't seem to mind or care about their state of undress as she steps towards him, forehead finding his chest. Arms move to wrap around him loosely. ]
I didn't bring you back just for you to die again.
[ If she killed him on accident, she'd never forgive herself. ]