David Claire

💀 ― david frowned at her question, and sighed, like he wasn’t looking forward to it being asked. it wasn’t like he couldn’t see it coming. he hesitated; lips parted in what appeared to be anticipation. “well,” he finally began. “i did what every young dumb kid who thinks they know better does, i guess. i disrespected the coven, started learning magic i wasn’t supposed to... it’s what ultimately killed me.” none of it was a lie, and it slides off his silver tongue like the countless ones he’s told before. 

💀 ― David nodded, a boyish shyness to the way he did. Then he smiled again, warmer and wider than the last. “Thanks,” he repeated. Hopeful. “I think I will.” 

💀 ― He smiled as he released her hand. “Thanks.” He could’ve formulated a cover story before enrolling in the school, but that would mean he would have to stick to something, and David Claire couldn’t do that to save his life. Literally. But being shunned and scrubbed from history meant no paper trail, so it wasn’t like he was in any danger. “Well, I lived here, before I.. uh.” He shrugged. “You know. And witches with no coven don’t last very long.” Having nowhere else to go was true.

💀 ― her prodding made him laugh. “i’m david.” that wasn’t an answer and he knew that, but he’d be honest ― he wasn’t sure who they were to each other. but there was something in the way his eyes lit up at her comment. was it solidarity?  excitement?  “load of good that would’ve been. i was shunned too,” he explained. “shunned but you’re still in town?  why?  better yet, how.” 

💀 ― “Me?  Oh, no.” His head shook. “I don’t think so, anyway. I’m new.” He stepped down toward the water’s edge with her and extended a hand for her to shake. “David. The tour guide talked about your and your sister. Said you were the brunette.” 

💀 ― “It’s so good to be back.” 

💀 ― “Triple threat girl, magic-sucking twins... The whole school is a ticking bomb.” 

💀 ― “Define involved. As for the French Quarter... who gives a fuck?”