davina’s strong. fierce. powerful. smart. and yet she has the same flaw as too many women. a flaw that makes itself increasingly known the second the door to the bar opens and a set of familiar figures step in. all it takes is one glance at the men stepping in, and the witch’s nearly unnoticeable reaction for caroline to groan, slumping down until her head falls into her arms on top of the bar. ❝ no. ❞ she groans, when she peels her head up again, blue eyes settle on davina with her typical ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look. ❝ seriously? out of everyone? like the whole of the french quarter, new orleans, louisiana, the united states, the world --- him? ❞ that’s the guy she gets all...half-smiley, eyes softening, cheeks coloring over? ugh. what is it with mikaelsons? ❝ hey! ❞ her fingers dip into the watery remnants of her fifth ( sixth? ) margarita and she flicks the liquid at the witch. ❝ no. please. i'm begging you --- you could find someone so much less complicated. ❞ / @harvestbled + a random thing because caroline wanted to be a Big Sister.









