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         "does it? snow in this part of california, i mean,"   davina asks curiously,  her own hands carrying a mug of tea and whiskey,  because it was an option  -  and she's obviously going to say  yes.  there's nothing to warm a witch up like some tea and whiskey,  confirmed;  though,  she would prefer her own blend.  but she's not an idiot enough to know she can't get her own tea mix at a market.  she'll just make it when she's home.   "you should get some, you seem excited."  // @thatbennettwitch.

resists the appeal of that blood, the strong scent of it, but doesn't venture any closer even when the other steps back so as not to risk too much ... temptation. " it's more than a bump. you're bleeding. " casts a look around the street, takes note of the convenience store nearby. " come with me; let's find something to patch your pretty little head up. "

        there's been a  permanent scowl  on davina's delicate features ever since she met marcel,  actually;  and dying a couple times,  dating a mikaelson,  fighting the mikaelsons,  and coming to beacon hills hasn't given any reason for the scowl to disappear.   "like i said, i've had it worse."   self care ?  not her best thing,  shockingly.  just because she's had it worse,  doesn't necessarily mean it shouldn't be taken care of.  scowl deepens,  brows furrow,  feet follows the other despite her words.  it's not like she can't  defend  herself if anything happens.   "i'm not going to a hospital,"  davina says with finality,  her giving in to the other.   // @perce1ve.

          "sharp features, small stature, pretty voice - those are all aspects of fairies, no?"   and maybe she's being too obvious,  too comfortable with speaking of supernatural creatures.  alas,  davina claire is a new orleans witch.  nothing phases her.  she shrugs.   "it wasn't an insult or anything. the opposite, really."  //  @raina-jones.

" most artists tell you their muse but , in truth , i don't know what mine is." the painting in front of them is consumed by darkness. dark blues, capturing a night sky , yet a dark figure lurks in the tree tops. the more you look, more figures seem to be seen. her own mind is full of darkness, all too consuming , fearing for camille , she only hopes it does not link much to her own psych. she likes to think it is merely an image, but it links very closely to what she fears in the dark. "perhaps we don't know what demons are lurking , like in the painting." she gnawed on her bottom lip, fingers fidgeting as she awaits their approval. she worked hard on such paintings , but is often filled with self doubt.

       the blonde's words are filled with warmth,  and davina feels the tense hold in her muscles let go,  shoulders loosening  -  and her rare soft smile crossing her features,  and she'll lean on her hand,  nod in agreement.   "yeah, i haven't painted in awhile. kinda bums me out that i haven't touched a canvas and brush in a few years."   of course,  she'd been trapped in an attic the last time she painted  ...  but,  it gave her the free time to paint.  still,  it's not great.   "or maybe we always know what demons are lurking. and choose to blend them so easily, because there's some you can never get rid of."  it's about power and control in their world,  anyway.   "hi, cami. missed you."  // @thebravebartenders.

         nods in agreement;  when all seemed lost,  davina always had her music  -  and her magic.  it kept her sane in that attic,  and it was only a matter of time before she went to the instrument to help her keep a steady heart,  and a steady mind.   "i actually picked it up on my own. if my mom had forced me -"   if anyone had forced her,  really  -  "i don't think i would love it as much as i do now."   because now she goes to it for her own peace,  for her own sense of control.   "what instrument would you pick, if you could start from the beginning?"

easy to see that the other is hurt, though they seem more inclined to suffer in silence. probably alice should drop it, but hasn't yet worked out a cure for chronic curiosity nor compassion's disease. " are you okay ? " settles tentative hand on their shoulder, pressure nearly non-existent. " let me help. "

         "DON'T touch me."   will take a physical step back,  brows furrowing in distaste.  it's not the other.  okay,  it might be the other;  in the same way it will  always  be the other person.  davina is a touch starved sort of witch;  one that doesn't know what to do with it when it's offered,  and would rather not feel as if she has to  owe  something to the other.  slender hand wipes hair away from her features,  the blood dripping from her temple down her wrist.    "it's - i'm fine. it's just a bump."

" constantly, " comes his chipper reply. it isn't the first time he's snuck up on an enemy who'd rather he dropped dead than continue speaking, and he's certain it won't be the last. " that's more doable than you realize. shall i go around and compel everyone here to take their eyes off the show and pick up an instrument for your amusement, miss claire ? just say the word. " but that's enough taunting, isn't it ? klaus has business to accomplish, and his patience is notoriously thin. " more importantly, why don't we discuss what brings you here ? "

sigh leaves her lips and she thinks she might need to take breathing lessons to get her lungs ready for being around klaus mikaelson. again. "compelling people to play instruments doesn't mean they'll be any good at it. and it'll probably be soulless. which is the last thing i need around you: soulless music." every time she interacts with him, she wonders how his siblings have survived literal centuries with him. arms cross, she leans against the tree, tilting her head. "i don't see how that's any of your business, actually. but if you really want an answer ..." davina shrugs. "lets just say the stars called me over." / @hybr1ds.

"that would be so cool," austin agreed. an incredible moment deserved equally epic accompaniment, but he could also understand those who would rather enjoy it without any bells and whistles. the meteor shower was already awesome as a once in a lifetime moment and music could only add to the experience in his opinion. "honestly makes me wish i brought my acoustic with me."

maybe she was a bit picky, wanting to turn moments into memories, seconds into a story. but she's a witch who's died multiple times, sue her for wanting to preserve the little things, and maybe even romanticize her life a bit ! "and what, play wonderwall?" davina asks him teasingly, the joking tone so loud - she doubts he'd be able to read it as anything. "kidding, i support it. are you a performer?" she's not, usually only played piano alone, and in her free time. / @austinxfox.

Davina's compliment about the meteor shower being pretty drew Bonnie's attention back to the present. A wistful smile lingered on her lips as she glanced up at the night sky. "It is," Bonnie agreed, her gaze returning to the celestial display. "I was just saying that it's moments like these that make you appreciate the beauty in the world, you know? No matter where we are or what we're going through, the stars remain constant." Davina's distraction didn't go unnoticed, and Bonnie offered a reassuring smile. "No need to apologize. It's easy to get lost in the beauty of the night sky. It has that effect on people," she said, understanding the pull of nostalgia and the sense of wonder that celestial wonders often brought.

she's not one of the witches who get her powers from the stars - and she's grateful for that, for davina likes to think her magic gives a little more ... creative freedom, which is well needed in the world she found herself born to. "an easy agree," brunette says with a nod of her head, truthfully spending the distracted moment a little longer, finding a nice patch of grass to sit on. might as well relax between the night stars. "it's too bad i don't know the constellations." maybe it'll be her next hyperfixtation. davina pats the spot next to her. "truthfully, i've always been more of a stop and smell the flowers girl. maybe it's time for a new era." / @thatbennettwitch.

" we're in agreement, " murmured practically in the young witch's ear where klaus lurks just behind her, hands clasped business-like behind his back. " once you hear jazz echo across new orleans' walls, nothing else will ever compare. "

sometimes ... davina claire does wonder if she's cursed, it's true. the worst part about right now ? she's not even surprised. of course he would be here. when would this world ever give her a piece of mind ? "has anyone ever told you you're a bit like a cockroach?" she asks the original hybrid, and really, it's one of the nicer insults davina claire has ever thrown klaus mikaelson's way. hand raises to her forehead, she shakes her head. it's not even worth the energy asking him what he's doing here. "we'll call it a first time of agreement." and likely keep it that way, even if it was low stakes. she doesn't need any more involvement with the mikaelsons, she has more than enough. "at least bring back live jazz at every corner if you're going to haunt me in beacon hills too, klaus." / @hybr1ds.

"am i ... interrupting?" head tilts, phone bright in hand. she hopes to god this isn't her uber driver. but he's the only car out here, and she squints into her phone. "are you ... leon?" she hopes he's not, actually. maybe the data out here just really sucks. "you know what? never mind. i think i'll just walk back to town. been needing a good one, anyway." / @ewnotstiles.