violent delight

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kolinyourstocking‌:

    Snide compliments and propositions of help were Kol’s speciality. Thus he wasn’t quite shocked as Davina’s intolerant visage creased with grimacing crevasses. The pounding of her heart spiked. Despite losing his ability to cast spells, his charm worked like magic even on the toughest of challenges. Sure, she wasn’t precisely elated but he had attained her complete attention.

    Kol was unaware of her history with his family, and had he perhaps gained knowledge of her ability to trap Elijah – the honourable – he may have proceeded with more caution. Kol acted on instinct rather than carefulness though, which led to many agonizing situations.

    His sneer blossomed as she finally acknowledged his gaze, a lift of his brow readily accompanied by a sassy remark that had little time to cross his lips. Instead, a grunt of agony absconded as the predator doubled over. A bead of sweat broke across his brow,  fangs threatened to reveal themselves. In all honesty, he’d endured much worse than a little boiling of the blood – though it still hurt like a bitch.

    Regaining his composure, Kol rapidly crossed the diminutive shop hands capturing the witch by her arms as he pinned her gently to the opposite wall – after all he still needed something from her. He leant in, his smirk contorting into a grimace, ‘ that’s a cute trick darling, but you’re going to need a lot more focus than that to take down an Original. Now, if I let go are you going to continue this tantrum, or shall we talk about this like adults? The choice is yours Davina Claire. ’ It was rich coming from him, the brat of the family – the professional tantrum chucker.

Davina knew there’d be retaliation. The second her magic flowed from her being unto him making him crippled in pain, the young witch knew repercussions were in order. It was only logical. This wasn’t just any vampire—- this was an Original. Strongest creatures in the world with a thousand years of paranoia and trauma to eat at them while honing their skills in cruelty and violence. Davina was just a girl, barely 18, with a temper that could match theirs. In the scheme of things, she was seriously outmatched.

‘ It was a good thing she couldn’t DIE in here. ’

That was her final thought as he straightened up, the spell barely able to hold him for half a minute. Death was quick, painless. If he killed her right there she would come back. That was a guarantee, unlike the last time. So, it was surprising as his hands grasped her and she flinched at the sudden contact, to find herself pinned up against the wall behind her. Shelves holding trinkets and vials shuddered at the impact. Her heart raced. There was no pain, only a familiar drop in her stomach at the mere second of being SWEPT off of her feet, and the spiked adrenaline of her face suddenly being inches from his. The grasp of his hands was soft, yet caged her like steel. Davina knew there was no point in struggling until the vampire got was he wanted. So, she yielded.

“That was just a PARTY trick compared to what I can do to you,” she threatened, though, her words held no merit. Davina couldn’t figure out for the life of her what he wanted. He knew she was untrained, definitely not a witch typically aligned with someone with his type of power. So what the hell could he do with her? “I suggest you get the point or get the HELL out. I’ve had enough dealings with you Mikaelson’s to last me a lifetime.”

[dailydavinaclaire]

are you a good witch or a bad witch? -The Wizard of Oz

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crphanhybrid‌:

Hayley was headed back home, which was a small shack she’d found in the middle of the forest. She’d picked it mostly because of the quietness and the fact that people would leave her the hell alone if they thought she was some potentially dangerous hermit living alone in a shack without electricity. Sadly, someone clearly hadn’t gotten the memo. She heard the person before she saw them, her eyes scanning her surroundings quickly to look for whoever it was. “This is private property,” she shouted. It wasn’t technically a lie, it was probably someone’s private property. Just not hers. “Meaning get the hell out.”

“I come in PEACE,” Davina stressed. With no knowledge on how to approach a pissed off hybrid, the tiny witch held up her hands in surrender while slowing her steps. Once she came into view, she stopped and released a breath of relief.

When she thought she saw Hayley in the square, her heart skipped a beat. In a maddening craze, Davina rushed to catch up to her. It was desperation that drove her. Although the last time she’d seen the girl, it was under different circumstances. One of them was pregnant and the other harboring the power of three dead witches. It’s safe to say a lot’s changed since then. Though Davina was whisked away from the quarter and into this prison before the looming battle commenced, there were whispers about who truly ruled New Orlean’s bloody streets. Guerrera wolves and conniving witches had betrayed the Mikaelson’s. Some say they even killed the hellspawn. Davina knew better, as Marcel had told her of the true events. But still, she hadn’t seen or heard about them for months. It was NICE.

So to be running to their side...well, Hayley wasn’t a Mikaelson, but she certainly seemed to align herself with them at times. Davina was hoping once she saw the girl ( if proven to not be a mirage ) that maybe they could reignite that bond of working together that Hayley had once professed. After all, the witchling was lonely and hadn’t seen a familiar face in weeks. Hayley was her best shot.

“Preferably not pieces,” She whispered with a slightly joking tone. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to follow, just...when I saw you I had to make sure you were real. That I wasn’t dreaming...”

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msstilsinki24‌:

   ‘ Yeah, but you know that’s the whole point of sexts – to be fair though, I probably couldn’t handle any bodies sexts. ’ He was excitable enough as it was, thus he’d never found himself in a situation where he needed to sext. With Malia she would always be moments away, sexting wasn’t needed. And Lydia – well if he dared try he was sure she’d cut off his appendage and mail it to him with a reply.

   Davina had a way of humouring conversations most people would shut down. He liked that about her, it was never too awkward to admit his eccentricity either. He followed her into the apartment, not without a swift sweep of the hallway – he couldn’t shake the anxiety like he usually did.

    Scott’s bedroom had been abandoned for a day or so now, he was spending what felt like every moment with Allison. Stiles didn’t blame him, he would’ve done the same. The wafting of the food overpowered his sense, immediately he was at Davina’s side. Eager hands reached for the bag, ignoring her slapping digits. ‘ You bought me food? Am I dreaming? ’ He inquired before ceasing his movement. ‘ Wait – why did you bring me food? Are – is this like some seductive thing you’re doing to get information out of me? Because I thought you came to the conclusion that I was completely useless? You only keep me around for my self-deprecating humour. ’ He mused, stepping back as he sussed out her kindness. ‘ Do you have an underwear fetish Claire? Because you seem to be working them into every conversation currently…’

    He turned at her question, strolling towards the island bench of the kitchen to lean against. ‘ Great, dandy – never better. You? ’ In all honesty, he barely recalled their last conversation at the Grill.

“If I wanted to SEDUCE information from you Stiles, it wouldn’t be with kung poa chicken,” Davina stated matter of factly. She gestured to the carton while unloading her own beef and broccoli. In a quick moment, she wondered why her nice gesture had to be second-guessed. Yeah, technically there was an ulterior motive, but not a BAD one. It made her ponder, though, as to whether he truly trusted her or not.

Or if he trusted anyone.

“Look,” she started with a sigh, as she made herself comfortable at the table. Suddenly their distanced seemed to stretch on for miles. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Last time I saw you...you weren’t yourself. You said some things, and then you just —left.” Davina wanted to emphasize that he’d left HER. Alone, in an alley, with the confusion of a murder confession looming overhead. “I don’t wanna pressure you. We all have our demons. Guess, I just didn’t..want you to feel alone. Like you couldn’t talk to me...”

“And what better way to make that clear than over greasy Chinese takeout and John Hughes movies.”

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anoblebrother‌:

Elijah had followed a young vampire around for sometime watching their behavior, he could see the eclipse affects some more than others, even he felt some of the pull of the event. There were very few humans in this…prison, that’s what he heard people calling it and if the vampires went wild and killed every one of them over and over he knew things could get messy. He watched as the vampire stalked a young man and he shook his head softly, he never felt responsible for the vampire race, even if he and his siblings were the ones who created it. Before the vampire could strike Elijah grabbed their arm, not hard but with authority, “I would think twice about your actions, though this human will reawaken tomorrow, will he be so passive about your existence when he does? Now there is no working swift death of a punishment here but have you thought what being locked away, starving would feel like?” He asks in a low and even dangerous tone eyeing the vampire.

“Leave him alone ELIJAH.”

Davina wasn’t defending the vampire, in fact, it’d irked her just how many of them continuously stalked the mortals in town knowing that there was an endless supply of blood bags at the hospital. Supposedly it was better straight from the VEIN. The blatant arrogance of the immortals wasn’t new to her. In fact, just seeing the young vampire standing next to Elijah irritated her.

She didn’t stop that coursing rush of magic flowing from her being and directed it towards the stranger. Davina didn’t even flinch when his screams began to ring about as she gave him aneurysm after aneurysm, continuously since his enhanced healing stitched his blood vessels back together with undying force. The witch let this go on without breaking concentration for a few moments until the vampire now on his knees grew to annoy her with his wailings, and with a flick of her wrist, she snapped his neck. The cartoonish way he slumped over was almost comical.

Turning back to Elijah, as if there wasn’t a corpse lying between the two, she raised an eyebrow in a challenge. “This place is HELL enough at it is, without Mikaelson’s going around and policing everyone.”

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Ikolinyourstocking‌:

     ‘ A fledgling witch without control, a cliché I’ve become well acquainted with. ’ A blasé shrug bounced from broad shoulders as he straightened his lean torso. ‘ A cliché I’ve had a hand in abolishing if the right deal has been struck. ’ He mused, examining a candle with tender digits and a fixated gaze. Control for Kol wasn’t something he sought himself, he considered it glorified as it slew inventiveness. However, he knew why others searched their lives for it. If one weren’t vigilant, their power could consume them.

     ‘ You know, you could learn a thing or two from me – though I suggest we start with your people skills. I worry your customer service may be the reason for such infrequent patrons. ’ He gestured to the vacant store, turning theatrically on his heel. Despite losing his aptitude to manipulate the elements, Kol retained many secrets, tricks and tips – that’s why he’d allied himself with witches in the past. He also felt more at home with them than his own family, though he was still an outsider no matter what. ‘ Well, I’m not surprised, you have been a little slow to catch on to other things – including my offer. ’

     He’d positioned the candle back in its place perfectly, moving on to the herbs and spices located further in the back of the store. ‘ You shouldn’t judge frogs by their looks or family lineage, they could just turn out to be a prince in disguise, ’ he mused, a gleam in his gaze as it locked with hers. He preferred the Grim Brother’s over regular fairy tales, though he’d indulge them for the sake of his argument.

 Davina didn’t like to be insulted. Not as a WITCH, not as a shop owner, not as anything. No matter how true the insults were. Yes, she was an untrained witch. A few spells were thrown her way by Elijah with his own motives, and a few weeks spent with the witches of her own coven didn’t really garner that much knowledge.

There were supposed to be lessons in the afterlife, once the harvest girls resided with the Ancestors, waiting to be reaped. But time amongst the powerful for her was punishments, unlike the other girls. Once brought back, she could read the Latin and French texts just barely, and often times grimoires were like old novels to her. The context was there, but understanding escaped her. It was hard for a witch to cast a spell she didn’t understand. And in that case, was where Davina lacked. No teacher, no assistance, no guidance whatsoever. A beacon of power with very little control or knowledge on how to access it. Make it grow.

And that PISSED her off. Especially with how this Original knew about it. About her.

After a few moments of listening to his holier than thou rant, with the charming smile to match, their eyes locked. The vampire in front of her knew when they shifted from icy to rage. “Did you know I could make someone’s blood boil?” She said softly as the familiar surge of unfiltered power was directed at the ancient being. It was the same spell she’d used to take down Marcel and Klaus once before. It might not have the same effect since she’s significantly weaker, but it’ll still make him SWEAT. It’ll still make him HURT. “All I have to do...is focus.”

It’ll still make him bow.

[felicitykings]

It won’t work.

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           DAVINA CLAIRE — M O O D B O A R D: INTERNAL ( 3 / ? )

“I can’t control it sometimes, the magic. I H U R T people...even when I don’t mean to. I just don’t want to be what I am.”

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               DAVINA CLAIRE — M O O D B O A R D: EXTERNAL  ( 2 / ? )

“I’m a WITCH. I’m not Amish.”

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msstilsinki24‌:

    Stiles was sure he hadn’t left the door locked, he rarely did that considering the only ones who visited this premises was the pack. Thus, it struck him as odd as fingertips announced themselves. Lydia, Scott and even Isaac simply walked through without care. A frown etched on a suspicious complexion as he strolled towards the door.

      He swept the chain lock in place, however it would barely act as a defence against most supernatural beings. Thus, brows arched as he peaked through the gap. Swift fingers worked at unchaining the door before swinging it wide. Her initial topic of conversation took Stiles by surprise, causing him to grunt softly as he concealed a flabbergasted snort. ‘ Why do I feel like this is your substitution to sexting? ’ He mused, his usual lopsided smirk dawning on cheeky petals. ‘ Keep babbling, it’s the best entertainment I’ve had since our Fabio discussion. ’ He widened the door, gesturing for her to enter his humble abode. ‘ Tea taste like grass…’ Was his answer to her inquiry. 

Davina laughed. She couldn’t tell if it was out of genuine humor, or the mental image of her attempting to sext. Either way, it was a laugh. It was a start. “Please,” She mused as she made her way into his place. “You couldn’t handle my SEXTS.”

Stiles’ place wasn’t really an apartment as much as a loft. Large space with clothes strewn about and rustic furniture. Huge bay window with a view she’d kill for. Sudden excuses to spend the night started popping up and she stored them away for later, as the need to witness the sunrise became a priority. But overall, a typical guy pad. She placed the takeout on a rickety table and began unpacking it. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m sure you have juice boxes stashed somewhere around here. Under the HEAPING pile of tidy whities perhaps?” She joked.

Davina allowed her hair to fan her face as her eyes stayed focus on pulling out styrofoam boxes. “So...how’ve you been?” She asked hesitantly, not really knowing how to approach the subject of...murder.

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kolinyourstocking‌:

    Assertive heels continued to carry the Original to the counter, hindrance veiled by a charismatic timbre and alluring smirk etched upon classically handsome features. He’d sweet talked his way into many hearts, beds and covens over the centuries. This feisty enchantress wouldn’t find a conquest in him, he was relentless.

    Despite her ignorance to his original proposal, he’d knew she’d come around. She needed him and he needed her, he just needed a moment or two to reveal to her his expertise. ‘ I’ve found in the past, those who attempt to ignore me only find themselves further attracted – reverse psychology works wonders love, ’ he mused, finger tips deliberately wondering across each item stacked up against the register.

     Hidden deep in his pocket was a leather bound book of original spells he’d memorised as a child, spells dating back years before his own existence. A hidden treasure any witch would lust after. Though he knew revealing that to this unique one wouldn’t be enough. She seemed to value insignificant and human things such as trust… Something he wasn’t all too great at holding.

 ‘ That, and you Cinderella’ed me the other night – ‘ He muttered, brows raising as he lent down attempting to catch those azure hues doing their best to overlook him.  ‘ Though at least Prince Charming was left with something. You, however, know how to leave fellow wanting more. ’ He narrowed his hues as he caught a flicker of her gaze, a wide beam crossing a dusky visage.

“I’ve also found that when I’m irritated things spontaneously combust. Tread lightly.” Her smirk was filled with malice as she finally looked up to the lingering Original. Up this close, his resemblance to his brothers was astounding. Just another thing that unsettled her. People that closely related by blood tended to have similar tendencies. Davina wouldn’t be surprised if he learned every cruel practice from his own relations. “—- and stop TOUCHING stuff.”

The young witch huffed as she went to rearrange the crystal paperweights he brushed against. They were barely touched actually, but she needed an excuse to not be so close and personal with him. Vampires had an effect on her. In their presence, she often felt boxed up in an open room. Claustrophobic. It was probably her anxiety at play, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. Witches were always in the mix of vampire problems.

Davina rolled her eyes at his dramatic comparison. “FUNNY. Wasn’t aware I met this Prince Charming you speak of. Though, now that you mention it, I do remember a FROG. All warty and rank and desperate for attention,” Her eyes met his, pure cerulean and murky depths clashed in a standoff of the ages. “Sound familiar?”

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isaac-laheyxx‌:

Behind the backroom, he could pick up on her fumbling around. Whatever she was doing, she was moving towards the front of the shop in a haste. Isaac twisted his body to face the doorway. The young witch appeared looking as pretty as ever. Isaac grinned, “You are a girl after my own heart,” He pretended to swoon clasping the edge of his shirt. Isaac straightened himself out, still using the counter as a way to lean. Isaac gave a halfhearted shrug trying to seem harmless. Which he ultimately was. The entire mixer had him thinking. As he clutched his red solo cup and looked at Davina. He saw a way out, a little something to ease his troubled mind.

“I like your shop. Is it supposed to be a pharmacy or what?” Isaac had remembered what an apothecary was supposed to be. Over the years it had changed its meaning to something more wiccan, at least it was the connotation he took. Isaac had never encountered an actual apothecary, and for all, he knew what he was looking at was a typical drug store with a flair for the dramatics. That or he was simply losing his mind, a part of which he was okay with accepting. Isaac could easily make small talk with the girl, but he knew how much he loathed it when other people did it to him. The conversation went nowhere, and he gained nothing but their feelings on that exact day. Unless they were upset because something tried to kill them it wasn’t an interesting choice of conversation. “I’m here because I need your help, sort of? More like a little favor.” Isaac felt rather ridiculous to go out of his way for what he wanted, but if he was stuck in hell. He might as well have fun with it.

Davina snorted. “Oh yeah. I’m drop dead GORGEOUS covered in sweat and charcoal.” The witch knew there was only so much she could do with the staining of her hands ( and now her dress as she noticed the smudges ) in such short notice. It took long showers and excessive scrubbing before she could see the skin of her hands again.

“Uhh, not really. I mean, I think that’s what they were WAY back when.” Her knowledge of history lacked. After all, she did spend the better part of a year in hiding. Not much schooling going on up there. “Here it’s just a fancy word for magic shop. Ingredients, crystals, incense, tools and weapons...I collect what I can find and make what I can from scratch. Only so many plants are native to Mystic Falls y’know?”

Davina didn’t want to go in too much detail in case something slipped, like her true reasoning for having the shop was to keep an eye on magical dealings. The ledger she kept hidden behind the register had every purchase and the name of who bought it listed. At night she’d compare it to her grimoire, trying to find any similarities to the ingredients required for certain spells. It was a tiny effort in the scheme of things, but anything she could do to be a step ahead of witches with motives or other RECKLESS supernaturals helped keep her somewhat sane. 

“A favor hmm?” She pondered with a dramatic expression. “What will I get in RETURN?

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kolinyourstocking‌:

    Harmonic bells chimed as the predator ambled through the shop front, he’d been invited in before by other unknowledgeable shopkeepers. He admired the décor of the shop, despite its clear 90’s inspiration. This decade had been a blur of murders and family feuds that had led to Kol’s resting place. 

                          Nobody puts Kol in the coffin. Not again.

    He was on the prowl, searching for those of exceptional power to manipulate into alliances. He wasn’t going to allow anyone to leave this world, not if it meant returning him to the Other Side. At least here, he was entertained – there he watched the world and his family move on without him.

    He frivolously strode down the numerous aisle, whiskey irises perusing both the shelves and the room for anything overly fascinating. ‘ I’m looking for something that will make a spectacle. This place is in need of a little excitement, don’t you think? ’ He mused as he approached the figure lingering at the end of the hall.

The young WITCHLING was browsing her grimoire, as what she did once the day came to a close at the brink of twilight and traffic for the shop was pretty much scarce. It was her favorite time to study it. The darkness of the sky, the quaintness of her tiny parlor, in a way it reminded her of the days spent cooped up in the church attic with nothing but her artwork and spells to keep her company. Who knew there’d be a day where she missed it.

The only thing to make it truly seem like home would be the familiar playing of a sax in the distance or the growing aroma of southern cuisine wafting her nose. Instead, there were only crickets and eery silence. And on this specific day, an annoying voice of a PEST that just wouldn’t die.

Davina didn’t look up from her spells. Not when her sixth sense kicked in before he crossed the threshold. Not as he began to speak. And definitely not once he stood before her, no matter that her defenses were kicking in, telling her to make the belligerent ORIGINAL who couldn’t take a hint, bow before her in his own tears of blood.

“If you ignore it,” she mumbled while flipping the page, quite aware that his enhanced hearing could pick up every word she said. “It will go AWAY.”

[hxrvestwitch]

@msstilsinki24

“I come waving a white La Perla...” Davina spoke as soon as the door to Stiles’ apartment swung open. Immediately she cringed inwardly at how awkward it sounded. “Well, technically I’m wearing the LA PERLA so, but I can wave it whenever you want...if y-you want or not that’d be weird to just whip it out and, I’m babbling...GREAT.”

The attempt to clear the air after their rather...tense last encounter wasn’t favoring the young witch at the moment. Though she came bearing gifts in the form of takeout and cult movies on VHS, clearly her mouth was ruining it for her. “I brought coffee...well, tea. You’re hyper enough as it is,” She joked slightly as she gestured the cup holder in her hand. With a brief pause and a deep sigh, she asked, “Can we talk?”

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isaac-laheyxx‌:

The Apothecary looked daunting from the outside window. He could see vials and oblong glass bottles. everything had a label on it. The front window looked a lot more enticing. It was rich and earthy tones with bright succulent apples sitting on the ground of the display counter. Even the trimming for the building looked eclectic but beautifully done. The town did everything it could to create snapshots of what it used to be. Before neo-modernism views circumvent their ways into the town. Isaac had a plan something that he wanted to set forth into motion since he had met Davina at the mixer. Isaac stepped inside the Apothecary, a chime indicated his presence.

The inside was a lot more fascinating. Everything had an assign jar or place. Some flowers were preserved in glass vases. There was an arrange of different books and writings. Everything was priced differently with weird names. A few he knew, rosemary, thyme, marshmallow. Isaac approached the counter peering over the edge to see what was stored. All the good things were always stored away from a person’s hands. “Davina? You here?” He called out after a while when he didn’t see any sign of life.

The day had been SLOW for Davina in the apothecary. Only a few patrons came in for incenses and herbal teas, nothing too alarming to take back to Lydia later for reporting. But when in her lonesome the young witch was left to her thoughts. And that wasn’t good, not in her case.

So she decided to pick up an old hobby.

The backroom was cluttered enough as it is, with supplies and boxes galore when she needed it as a workshop to do her mixing, but she still managed to find a tight corner for an easel. Her nimble fingers, covered with charcoal, moved sporadically across the canvas. Thoughts and worries escaped Davina in those moments as they formed themselves into indistinguishable images on paper. She didn’t know how long she’d lost herself to the art, could’ve been minutes or hours. A familiar chime echoed throughout the shop though, and nearly awakened her from her dreamlike state until a call of her name followed.

In a rush, the young witch dropped her charcoal and began wiping her hands on a dirty rag as she made her way out of the backroom. “Sorry, I was distracted, how can I help—” Davina stopped in her tracks as cerulean eyes zeroed in on the familiar face. The boy from the mixer. “YOU...Pretty Boy...what are you doing here?”

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diameade‌:

“Davina, right?” She slid into the spot next to the other girl, armed with enough knowledge about her to make the assumption without even a shred of doubt. Of course, Adam had mentioned her from time to time, and while Diana wasn’t exactly the same person she’d been back in high school, she did make an effort to know what was going on around her. Now it had nothing to do with being social – it was mostly for protection, for security. People she’d known and trusted had lied to her, hidden truths that had been essential to her being. She wasn’t that same girl anymore. 

And still, it was nice to have friends, especially ones she could put her faith in. She wanted to think maybe the other witch could be one of those people, even if she didn’t necessarily have anything to back that up with. “I’m Diana. I’m friends with Adam? He told me I could find you here.” 

Davina was drawing absentminded patterns onto the worn wood of the bar top, her coffee pretty much forgotten as thoughts raced, when her moment of peace was disrupted by a sudden voice. Wide eyes took in her new guest quickly, and mention of Adam suddenly made everything click.

The boy she’d come to know had his secrets, just as she, and although she knew of his witch lineage, there was very little spoken of his coven. Or CIRCLE as he called it. But still, over time bits and pieces came out, particularly names. One was of a girl named Diana. Davina remembered thinking that he spoke of her with intrigue, a past with her possibly hanging in the balance. She’d never pushed him on it though, just bookmarked it for a probable later revelation. It wasn’t all that surprising that she would eventually run into the mysterious witch. What was surprising was that she knew of Davina. There wasn’t much to her relationship with Adam, not enough for him to mention her casually to others...or at least, she didn’t think there was. “Um,” she mumbled, finally breaking from her stupor. “He did? That’s...nothing, nevermind. Is there something you want?”

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