[Closed] Well there is something going down...

[fantoche]

Who: Davina and Kol/Kaleb
Where: Davina's Room
When: Evening of 1/12 after this
Rating: PG-13? Possible talks of death, things, idk
Summary: Dealing with the whole no magic mess and avoiding the crap going on outside.

The Story:

When he'd agreed to talk in person, she didn't plan on giving him the time to rethink it. After shooting off her floor and room number, she busies herself tidying up what had been an herb explosion as she'd tried to work around the mansion's sudden need to rip away her magic. While she didn't have quite the same level of disdain as Kaleb, it was uncomfortable.

On the other hand, though... She'd always longed to be 'normal' so having no powers versus having powers she couldn't control? She'll take the first any day.

Soft music playing in the background, she waits and channels her nervous energy into making her bed. That's something normal people did, right? Tidied up while waiting for company, jazz filling the room with sweet dissonance. She could even set out a few drink options if the subject didn't stand the chance of going dark. She'd started to fill a pitcher with water before stopping herself, not needing more things to remind her of Tim and his unnecessary death.

No, there was more than enough of that already.

Leaving the pitcher in the bathroom, she grabs a book and sits on the couch - a throw blanket draped over her as the fire she'd worked very hard to build like a normal person continued to pop and crackle.

Comments

[malefice]

You do?

[ Kol seems somewhat shocked that she appreciates it - instead of latching on that he hasn't been completely honest. Only as much as could keep him safe... Blue eyes linger on her before flickering to one of the nearby candles, still agitated he couldn't light it from where he was lounging on her sofa. ]

What do you mean? How it works? I've died before - twice, love.

[ He wasn't aware the rules of life and death were different here. If he was he might play it less safe, like challenging Klaus. But for now the vivid memories of having both a blade and a stake jabbed through his heart were enough to keep him from doing anything too dumb. The Mikaelson's attention turns to her own hands where hers were. ]

If you're going to give me some sort of mortality speech, I assure you I don't need it.

[fantoche]

[It's better than what some people had tried to pass off as a truth. A half truth was better than a lie disguised as one. She'd take it for now.]

I'm not gonna give you a mortality speech. And you're not the only one who's died twice, three times technically now since I've been here.

[She sighs heavily, sliding a hand through her hair to move it slightly out of the way.]

This place, the magic that runs through here. When you die - it has the power to revive you. I wouldn't have believed it fully myself if I hadn't experienced it.

[malefice]

[ He might seem a bit starry eyed, but he hadn't expected her to simply accept him - it was something that no one ever did... Not for himself anyway. ]

You've died and come back here?

[ His complete attention is back on her, and he even leans closer a bit, intrigued and worried for her. Unscrupulous eyes scan her over, looking for any signs of what may have happened. When he finds no clear cut signs to tell him, he asks the question at the front of his mind. ]

What happened?

[ Kol was paying attention to her information dump on their environment, but at the moment he was more curious about what happened to her. He could press her for information about death and revival once he'd figured out what exactly he'd missed. ]

[fantoche]

I was murdered. [She's gonna leave the 'who' out of this for right now, the 'what' still somewhat difficult to talk about.] There are these events here and during this particular one, unlike what's happening right now, magic was uncontrollable. It was chaos.

[Hence her having asked him about ways to control it even if it seemed impossible.]

Other supernatural creatures lost control of their abilities - some gave in to bloodlust, others found a way to anchor themselves. [She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, letting out a soft exhale.]

I haven't told anyone but Cami about it and even that wasn't supposed to happen. [Because it had been her plan to keep it to herself.]

[malefice]

[ Kol's gaze narrows in a look he's never aimed at Davina, but one he's aimed at Klaus countless times. And while she may want to leave out the 'who' it's his first question. ] Who did it? [ There's something frightfully cold and calculating in his voice, already deciding what he wants to do as far as revenge goes.

And Cami, that sure is a name that turns up a lot, perhaps he should make amends with the woman, she obviously plays an important role in just about everything. ]

You shouldn't bottle things up. I'm going to trust you - and I hope you will learn to do the same, since it's obvious you're not the trustworthy sort.

[ He pauses, trying to decide where to go with this train of though. ] If you need someone to talk to... Well, I've got a pair of ears and I don't much fancy anyone else here enough to share your stories.

[fantoche]

[She doesn't like that look, she knows that look. She may not have seen it on this particular face before, but it seemed to run in the family - both born and adopted.]

He's not here anymore so it's not important.

[Working on not bottling things up will take time - some things easier than others. It tended to be better this way, bearing the burdens alone. Less people got hurt. She likes him, though, she'll try for him. Extend the same trust he'd offered her.]

I will, I just need a little time. There's a lot - it - opening up about some things... I want to but you just need to be patient with me.

[malefice]

[ He lets out an offended huff, rolling his eyes hard enough that it's almost surprising he hasn't hurt himself in the process. She's not telling him, and he doesn't like that.

He knows she doesn't know him well enough. ]

Tell me if he shows back up.

[ He'll concede however, since he figures strong arming her into answering him would be a bad idea. So instead, Kol offers her a soft smile, tilting his head to the side a fraction of an inch. ]

I can do that.

[ A beat and then... ]

So you trust me then?

[fantoche]

[She didn't want to offend him, honestly. And she will, eventually. Just not tonight or maybe just not in this moment.]

I promise.

[And that's sincere. He'll be the first to know if Mikael ever does actually show back up. Taking a risk of her own at the question, she reaches back out to take his hands, her eyes focusing on them for a moment before looking back up at him.]

I wouldn't have invited you over here when I'm completely defenseless if I didn't.

[Which is true. She'd initiated this contact and she wasn't regretting it.]

[malefice]

I take promises very seriously, I'll have you know.

[ He seems to relax however, hidden tension only making itself known as it ebbs away from him. Slowly he tilts his hands over so their palms are touching, skinny fingers reaching out to touch her wrists. This was so not good. He'd started out flirting with her, when did he get this invested? ]

I wouldn't say completely defenseless, I'd hate to get on your bad side even without magic.

[ Kol gives her a soft smile, before reaching up to touch the injury on his head. ] Besides, I'm at a disadvantage.

[fantoche]

Good. So do I.

[And when that trust is broken, it's detrimental. She watches with avid curiosity as he adjusts his hands. Her fingers curl slightly against his palms before they move to her wrists - a reminder of just how small she was in comparison to him.

It's a good conclusion to draw, people not tending to do well on her bad side.

The touch to his head, however, has her frowning again.]

Yeah, how exactly did you manage that?

[malefice]

You and I are going to get along well, Davina Claire.

[ He can't help but offer her a small smile, trying to decide how to answer her question. ]

It's really not important. You played Dr. Beautiful and sorted it out, I think I'm gonna make it.

[ Kol Mikaelson is flirting with you, Davina, how does that make you feel? ]

Maybe I should get hurt more often.

[fantoche]

[Dr. Beautiful. If she weren’t feeling so generous right now, she’d shut that down. Yes, he was charming - but he was a Mikaelson. The realization hits almost like a ton of bricks. She doesn’t pull back, but she makes a point to not reciprocate. Not fully.

Clearing her throat, she lets her hands fall into her lap.]

We should make a game plan for whenever our magic comes back.

[Because it has to. Because she’s getting too close to him as is and that’s not okay. She’s been burned before by crushing on someone and having it blow up in her face. She can’t go through that again.]

[malefice]

[ He takes it like a champ, not at all faltering, as he nods his head softly. ]

And what kind've game plan do you want to make?

[ Really, that's vague. She could mean relating to Nik, or learning more spells, or even going on a date... Okay, she didn't mean the last one, but Kol likes to think she does. ]

You invited me over to try get it back, didn't you?

[fantoche]

[She definitely didn't have dates or anything quite so light on her mind. She liked him, but there wasn't time for all of that. Besides, she doesn't actually have any plans set in stone, not even sure where to start right now.]

Maybe, but I don't think we're gonna succeed. This place... It has a mind of its own.

[So sitting and waiting might be the only viable options.]