Cora Hale | Werewolf | 17 “If you want to fight and die for something, that's fine with me, but do...
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Cora Hale | Werewolf | 17 “If you want to fight and die for something, that's fine with me, but do...
❝Good. Because I wasn’t going to let have any.❞ Elena quickly responded.
❝—And I wouldn’t say all of vampires decisions come from being under the influence. At least not seventy percent of the time.❞ She chuckled lightly.
[ With a quick roll of her eyes, Davina folded her arms across her chest, loose locks falling across her cheeks. ] ❝After my week I think I deserve a drink but it does not bother me, if I truly wanted alcohol there are other means of getting it.❞ [ She paused briefly, brow risen. ] ❝——perhaps that was a bit harsh but there are some vampires who make terrible decisions when they are sober, let alone when they are drunk. Even you have to agree with that.❞
{ 5 }
{ "Can I help you with something? I happen to be busy," }
❝——actually, yes. Mind you, with a little less attitude. I need your help getting out of here.❞
❝wow, you look like crap.❞
❝Wow, you're a jerk. Try telling me something I don't know.❞
❝—- I could have said it in question form, if you’d prefer that.”
[ if there’s anything she’s happy to participate in, it’s a battle of witty retorts; she’ll gladly take it over deciphering the whereabouts of a lost Stiles any day. she folds her arms on top of the table near her chest with her head cocked to the side, staring at the other girl critically. a sculpted brow raises at the answer. ]
❝Cross-country move in the middle of a school year? What happened there? Oh —- and it’s my business because it seems like whenever anyone new shows up, people start dying. Hate to disappoint any idyllic fresh start fantasies you might have had.❞
❝Actually, yes. I would have preferred it as a question.❞
{ the words rolled off her tongue in nothing less than a sarcastic tone. As far as she was concerned she owed this girl nothing, explanation included. It was rather obvious that this town had its skeletons, Davina could feel it, she put it down to the perks of being a witch. Marcel had insisted she make friends, that she be pleasant, it didn't seem to be going the way she planned. } ❝ I wouldn't count myself so lucky, and I don't indulge in such pathetic fantasies. Fantasies are for fools, who would be unable to grasp reality if it were to slap them in the face. But my reasoning for moving is none of your business, I'm not here to add to the pile of bodies, I'm not here to hurt you or your precious friends. I'm not a threat. So you have nothing to worry about.❞
❝—- Lydia. You’re new here. Where are you from?❞
[ her tone comes off a bit abrasive, but it’s merely due to suspicion rather than malice. after the chaos with the alpha pack and the darach, she’s automatically wary of any newcomers. ]
❝ Do you have a habit of stating the obvious or is that specially for me?❞ { her brow raises at the bluntness of the redhead, eyes narrowing skeptically. Davina had come to Beacon Hills, a small town, to get away from the chaos enveloping New Orleans. After all, she had already [ d i e d ] once. She wished to avoid going to the other side if at all possible. } ❝Not that it is any of your business but I came from New Orleans, the French Quarter if you were after the exact location.❞
❝And you are….?❞
❝ Davina, who are you?❞
+ boundlessheartbreak
{ Cue a slight roll of her eyes, arms folding across her chest, as she spins to face whoever it was who thought they had the ability to sneak up on her. } ❝ Is there something that I can do for you, Rebekah?❞
+ venomous-xlocks
{ She will be here, Davina thought worriedly to herself, how was she to know that Rebekah would actually turn up? The last she checked Klaus did have a tendancy to overreact at the smallest things. And the young witch did not want to find out that her slumber-buddy had been daggered. As the sound of footsteps echoed from the stairs that wound up to her room, back in the Church, Davina couldn't stop the excited, slightly childish, grin that curved her lips. } ❝As per usual, you're late.❞ { She teased, a [ s u r p r i s i n g l y ] genuine giggle erupting from within. }
+ soullesssavior
{ Her memory of him was faint in the state she was in, but every so often, when her eyes fluttered shut for a moment of peace and quiet, of rest - she would think of him. Would be reminded of the close friendship she once cherished. Marcel would have punished her had he known that she considered him an ally. But Damon Salvatore meant more to her than he could ever know. She had loved him, in some respects. Hated him, in others. But like everyone else who had claimed to love her in return he had left. Abandoned her at a time when she truly [ n e e d e d ] him. Instead, Marcel sat beside her, fingertips laced together, faint words of comfort surpassing his lips. She had briefly lost trust in him, had given up on him, but he was present. He was physically there. To watch as the ritual that had her best friend slaughtered, rip her apart from the inside - out. She felt as though her stomach was heavy, as if she had eaten too much pudding, that was just the beginning. Slowly, her throat began to fill and before she could do anything an endless stream of dirt was flowing from her purple-stained lips. } ❝I-I don't want to die, Marcel. I just want this to stop, Please, help me. Make it stop.❞ { The young witch whispered, wiping the remnants of mud from her cheeks. }
+ interfectorems
{ There was a brief moment between being released from her state of unconsciousness and jolting upright where Davina had forgotten that she had [ d i e d ]. A moment in which she could revel in the weight lifting from her chest. You could imagine her surprise when an unfamiliar figure came to view, illuminated solely by the fluorescent light above her easel. } ❝ You better have one hell of an excuse for waking me up,❞ { The young girl stated, eyes pinching in question, lips pressing into a firm line, unimpressed. }
❝So—alcohol is your master plan? For some reason I don’t think that’s going to help me this time. –—But I guess it can’t hurt to try…❞
❝Actually, that was sarcasm. Do you really think I would recommend alcohol to a vampire? All lethal vampire decisions come from alcohol consumption.❞
❝Really? That’s a new one ;; you would be in the grand city of New York —— first time here?❞
{ New York, of all places why would she have risen here? } ❝Odd. But yes, you would be correct.❞
❝——something I can help you with?❞
❝Well, you could start by telling me where I am-❞
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