[semi-open] I was looking for a breath of a life

[fantoche]

Who: Davina Claire + YOU!!!! (Minus the thing closed to Rebekah Mikaelson)
Where: Closed - the garden, Open - the roof
When: October 13th afternoon into late evening
Rating: PG-13/R-ish - mentions of blood, death, general angsty angst - will update as needed.
Summary: Davina reviving in Wonderland and coping with things...
The Story:

CLOSED TO REBEKAH:

She lets out a small groan as she moves, the air chilled against her damp skin. She remembers a flash of pain and then darkness. A cold, unwelcoming darkness. The Ancestors had been so angry with her, calling her actions a betrayal to the coven. The coven that betrayed her first.

She hadn't asked to be lied to, almost killed, and then hunted. She hadn't asked for her own mother to deceive her - offer her up to have her throat slit for the betterment of the coven. For the enrichment of their own powers with no guarantee of their return from death. While the choices she'd made after her rescue hadn't exactly been positive, they'd been hers. Or at least that's what she kept telling herself. That she hadn't been a puppet for Marcel - a weapon he could load with just enough ammunition to make her dangerous.

There was so much more to it than the Ancestors could possibly understand. And yet, they'd seen fit to punish her rather than the elders for what happened. Threatened to take away her magic. Punish her if she acted out against the coven again. It wasn't an empty threat, that much was sure. It had left her shaking, everything so uncertain.

She gasps, shooting upright in the bed of flowers, eyes wild with panic. They dart around looking for something familiar - anything to give her a location. Tell her she was at home - that this wasn't just another way of the Ancestors punishing her. She pushes herself to an upright position, arms wrapping around her midsection as damp hair clings to her face. Tears begin to freely flow as she realizes she's not home - that the revival hadn't worked.

"Marcel? Marcel - where are you?"

When there's no response other than a soft breeze, she tests her magic a little by reaching out - trying to find him. After a moment, it's clear he's not here - so she does the only other thing she can think of... She screams.


OPEN:

She needed air - opting to go up rather than out. After 8 months in an attic, it was almost natural to want to go to the highest point - it almost seemed safer even if it wasn't true. She needed to think, clear her head and get out of her room. A room that reminded her too much of everything at home. Of what she'd lost thanks to Klaus.

She didn't want to forget - wouldn't forget - taking the violin that had appeared in her room and a blanket with her as she climbed the stairs to the roof.

She settles in towards an edge, watching quietly as her fingers toy with the violin in her lap - a small sound escaping from the instrument occasionally when her fingers brush the strings. It doesn't take her long to get lost in thought, grateful for the darkness as a mask for the few tears that slip out.

There had to be a way home. She couldn't give up - not yet.


[ooc: If you'd rather run into her somewhere other than the roof, she will have had to travel from the 2nd floor up, with a stop to the kitchen on her way back down before heading back to her room. Feel free to throw up a top level somewhere else if you so choose. Also no preference on prose or action - your pick.

Bonus! As a general note, feel free to have heard the scream in the garden - especially if your character is supernatural. Also people are welcome to notice the small touch of magic from when she reached out in search of Marcel.]

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[fantoche]

Her eyes dart to the door, everything going on high alert the moment he sets foot on the roof. There's a temptation to blow him off the roof, throw everything she has at him - let him take the brunt of her fear and frustration. Her grief.

Logic wins out, though, knowing she's trapped with no hope of escape - futile as it may have been in New Orleans, it'd been a possibility. The rules changed with the environment, having to be smarter about how she was going to get her revenge.

If he's expecting something simple to start the conversation, he's mistaken. She takes his silence as an opportunity, teenage emotions winning out over logic of playing nice.

"You didn't have to kill him."

[hybrida]

Of all the things she could have said, this was it. He would have preferred a little back and forth of working out a deal rather than jumps straight into a discussion on how much of a monster he is.

He's well aware. It's a matter of pride at this point, owning up to what he is rather than play pretend like many would.

"You'll find there isn't much I have to do." Is said before he grits his teeth, forcing himself to keep from adding "I only do what I wish". His sister's annoying demands still ringing in his ears. The boy's life was nothing, meaningless in the grand scheme of things, but now he's been berated about it so much at this point he regrets it. Only because of the constant stream of disappointment he has to hear when tied to it.

"Davina." He takes a few steps closer before stopping, keeping a wary eye on her just in case. "Whatever our history, we are now in a situation that requires our efforts to be focused elsewhere."

[fantoche]

She's not going to waste her breath with back and forths with him. Although, it might have been smarter to waste the time than jump right in. Especially when he says that. She's already standing, the winding starting to pick up ever so slightly around them. She may not be anywhere near full strength - her powers still incredibly shaky, but he didn't need to know that.

She was going to find a way to kill him. It was only a matter of time. Something that didn't require a white oak stake - something... Everything had a loophole - you just had to find it.

"You just expect me to shove that under the rug? Pretend it didn't happen for the greater good of everyone else here?" There's another whip of wind as her volume increases, sharper than before to remind him that they're on an open roof. While fear dampened her powers, he was definitely pushing her buttons - anger having always amplified her powers.

[hybrida]

One day, perhaps, he will never have to hear about the death of this human boy. Humans mean little to him, a hypocritical thought when one considers how drawn he is to Cami, but that's a special circumstance in his mind.

Her outburst is met with irritated, the wind a very clear sign that her powers are far from weak. Klaus doesn't exactly want to be tossed over the side, so he needs to work a bit of diplomacy.

Not his strongest suit.

"No, I don't." The truth, as rare as it can be coming from him. "However, unless you prefer to be stuck here in such close quarters, finding a way out should be priority."

Then they can go back to their regularly scheduled trying to find a way to kill him. He doesn't think she'll succeed, naturally - there have been many take on the task through the years only to fail.

[fantoche]

The wind stills a little, knowing Rebekah wouldn't probably like it if she threw her brother off the roof. It was also easier to leave him thinking she was more powerful than she actually was right now - make him think she could still bring forth his shifting with a slight gesture.

She crosses her arms over her chest, her way of letting him know she was willing to stand down if he was... For now.

"I'm working on it." She needed to find the source of the magic for a start, build up her own powers to start testing it - seeing if it could be manipulated without killing her in the process. "It'll take some time."

[hybrida]

Willing is stretching it a bit for him, but forced cooperation is needed regardless. He can't let her attack him without retaliation, but there's the problem of his family coming down on him for such actions in the most recent past.

There's not one member of his family that could be considered a pillar of goodness, even with his brother's more recent effort to be so. Rebekah has tampered down on her own impulses, though much like him she tends toward a tantrum or two when the occasion calls for it. There's a slightly hypocritical tinge that he sees when he looks at his family now, remembering the years where they were just as vicious and bloodthirsty as he is.

All of that is moot at this point, since it's just him and Davina and a rooftop he would prefer to leave of his own accord.

"Reassuring." It's said mildly with no hint of sarcasm whatsoever, even if it's meant in that way. Witches with their what ifs, and maybes, and what not. In a word - annoying. "I doubt there's a grimoire about that could give you much information on this particular predicament."

[fantoche]

There's no way they'd make it that easy, giving her a guide to reversing the magic. Although she wasn't planning on discussing anything related to a grimoire - for here or otherwise - with him. Elijah had been an exception, their deal one she trusted to be valid.

"No. It's gonna take more than a grimoire to get out of here. I need to figure out what kind of magic this place is running on."

She may not like him, but it's possible that if she tells him he might be able to offer some insight down the road. Since they were all truly in this mess together. Every little bit of info helped - even if it came from someone she planned on destroying.