[ She wants to curl back into herself, hide from him, hide from everything. But she doesn't want to die. ]
I guess.
[ The words are just barely above a whisper, and while she knows he can easily hear everything, including her, she still tries to force herself to be louder than the whisper she wanted to fall to. It felt like a roller coaster - she couldn't control what she was feeling. Sickening was a good word for it.
She fixes him with the best brave face she can manage, because at the moment, she was not feeling brave. Or all that well, actually. Davina also couldn't help but have the sinking feeling Kol would rather be anywhere else than there which only proved to make her feel even more sick. ]
Please. [ He holds her hand a little longer than needed. Steady. Tries to read in her eyes how ready she really is, but... well, only trying is actually going to show that. ]
I do have all the New Orleans vampires answering to me, it's got to have some advantages.
[ You know, like acquiring food for fledgelings. Which he's nodding over to. Baby steps, and he'll walk her there this time if he has to. ]
[ If she notices the lingering touch, she doesn't say or do anything that makes it seem like it's bothered her, it's actually when his hand slips out of her grip that she seems to be bothered - safety net gone. ]
They're not going to stop because - because of this are they?
[ There's worry thick laden in her voice. Part of her knows she's stalling, dragging her feet. ]
No. For now we're all a bit too united by a common enemy, and they're all too used to someone calling the shots.
[ He sounds completely certain. Perhaps he sounds more certain than he really is - it's not like it won't require work on his part, maintaining his position. But the fact of the matter remains nobody here has the means to kill him.
A beat after she falters, and he steers her then, one hand at the small of her back. Not impatient, but careful. One step at a time. ]
[ When she finds herself staring at the bag he'd brought. Almost timidly she reaches out to gather up the blood bag. Just the sight of it has her teeth hurting, and she's sure there are fangs where there hadn't been before...
She almost just wants to sink her teeth into it, not caring about the mess it would make. Instead she tugs one of the tabs off, bringing it up to her lips - and it certainly didn't taste as gross as she thought it would. And it would taste a lot better if she could bring herself to actually swallow it, but for some reason she can't no matter how hard she tries, a moment later she's choking on it, making a bloody mess as she coughs, spitting blood on her floor. ]
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I guess.
[ The words are just barely above a whisper, and while she knows he can easily hear everything, including her, she still tries to force herself to be louder than the whisper she wanted to fall to. It felt like a roller coaster - she couldn't control what she was feeling. Sickening was a good word for it.
She fixes him with the best brave face she can manage, because at the moment, she was not feeling brave. Or all that well, actually. Davina also couldn't help but have the sinking feeling Kol would rather be anywhere else than there which only proved to make her feel even more sick. ]
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[ Abruptly, he rises partway, extending a hand to her. ]
You said something about getting this over with. Cowering's not quite your style, is it?
he says as she cowers in both our threads
His words are reassuring enough, so she gives him a weak smile. ]
No, it's not. [ But he should know better than anyone, what it's like to have her world flipped over and torn inside out. ]
I hope it wasn't hard to find... [ She'd feel bad if she put Kol on a wild goosechase for blood. ]
look ok she's gonna get better
I do have all the New Orleans vampires answering to me, it's got to have some advantages.
[ You know, like acquiring food for fledgelings. Which he's nodding over to. Baby steps, and he'll walk her there this time if he has to. ]
and murder people
They're not going to stop because - because of this are they?
[ There's worry thick laden in her voice. Part of her knows she's stalling, dragging her feet. ]
of course.
[ He sounds completely certain. Perhaps he sounds more certain than he really is - it's not like it won't require work on his part, maintaining his position. But the fact of the matter remains nobody here has the means to kill him.
A beat after she falters, and he steers her then, one hand at the small of her back. Not impatient, but careful. One step at a time. ]
But I'm flattered. You're worried on my behalf.
c:
[ When she finds herself staring at the bag he'd brought. Almost timidly she reaches out to gather up the blood bag. Just the sight of it has her teeth hurting, and she's sure there are fangs where there hadn't been before...
She almost just wants to sink her teeth into it, not caring about the mess it would make. Instead she tugs one of the tabs off, bringing it up to her lips - and it certainly didn't taste as gross as she thought it would. And it would taste a lot better if she could bring herself to actually swallow it, but for some reason she can't no matter how hard she tries, a moment later she's choking on it, making a bloody mess as she coughs, spitting blood on her floor. ]