[ Everyone had tried to talk her out of it, even Rebekah - the very one that said she'd help bring him back. They were all liars, none of the Mikaelsons ever stuck to what they promised... The only one that ever meant anything he said was Kol and she was going to bring him back.
She had to get it right, the ancestors would only help her once.
The mixture was a little gross, sure, but when it was done and over with, Davina stared at the dark water, knowing that it could house Kol if she got this right. Earth magic, easy.
It took a lot of magic, more than she'd really expected, but after the chanting was done, all that was left was a hard surface where the water used to be...
Had she done something wrong? Did she not get the spell right?! She wasn't trying to make an over sized brick!
The little witch takes a step back, dirty hands going to scratch through dark hair in agitation.
Maybe she wasn't going to ever see him again... Maybe fate was just out to get her again... The sting of tears wasn't something she welcomed, but they pushed forward anyway; she'd done all this for no reason... ]
[ The wolves, of course. It had to have been the wolves. The only ones who could have possibly thought to gain anything through all this - and even they didn't think it through. At least the one to blame certainly hadn't. Witches with no power would have no power to undo the curse that bound them, after all, would they?
Never the less, there's a price to be paid.
They pay it in blood, one of the very few true forms of currency in Kol's book, and they pay it immediately, because patience and restraint have never been his strongest suits.
Hours have passed since her death when Kol finally comes for her, soaked in werewolf blood. She should be awake by now. His rage has gone from boiling over to a steady simmer, which leaves enough room for something suspiciously like compassion to flood in. A rare thing, in him of all people. But he knows more keenly than anyone what she has lost, and it pains him beyond the loss of a bargaining chip.
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She had to get it right, the ancestors would only help her once.
The mixture was a little gross, sure, but when it was done and over with, Davina stared at the dark water, knowing that it could house Kol if she got this right. Earth magic, easy.
It took a lot of magic, more than she'd really expected, but after the chanting was done, all that was left was a hard surface where the water used to be...
Had she done something wrong? Did she not get the spell right?! She wasn't trying to make an over sized brick!
The little witch takes a step back, dirty hands going to scratch through dark hair in agitation.
Maybe she wasn't going to ever see him again... Maybe fate was just out to get her again... The sting of tears wasn't something she welcomed, but they pushed forward anyway; she'd done all this for no reason... ]
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sorry about my awful tldr
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Things Go Wrong AU
Never the less, there's a price to be paid.
They pay it in blood, one of the very few true forms of currency in Kol's book, and they pay it immediately, because patience and restraint have never been his strongest suits.
Hours have passed since her death when Kol finally comes for her, soaked in werewolf blood. She should be awake by now. His rage has gone from boiling over to a steady simmer, which leaves enough room for something suspiciously like compassion to flood in. A rare thing, in him of all people. But he knows more keenly than anyone what she has lost, and it pains him beyond the loss of a bargaining chip.
There's a knock at her door. ]
ha ha ha onedirectionlaugh.mp3
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he says as she cowers in both our threads
look ok she's gonna get better
and murder people
of course.
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