♕-- firecracker

     “Their chirps keep you awake, and yet you take forty minutes to detach yourself from the sheets when I decide it’s time for an early morning? How incredibly selfish of you, Davina Claire.” A satisfied groan sounded from the depth of his throat when she continued with her kisses and her touches. It was almost as if she was created to soothe and relax – his oft-tense structure settled beneath her influence as if she made all of his fury cease. Perhaps it was because they were made for one another.

      “Free,” he repeated, clearly considering the word for a second. “That’s what it feels like. For the first time in a thousand years, with my beautiful girl.” Of course, her mortality and his lack of did become a more prominent factor at the back of his mind now that he didn’t have to worry about tearing out her jugular with his witch-induced hunger for the first time since his resurrection – her time was limited and his was infinite. A depressing thought, however he’d avoided any kind of discussion related to the subject to save the two of them from the stress. Live in the moment, and all that.

❛   you might’ve said it once or twice  –––––   ❜

FOREVER  &  ALWAYS HIS;  her heart, her mind, there is not a part of her that isn’t his, that hasn’t BEEN his since the start, yet those treasures are nothing in comparison to her most sacred possession, the one new orleans had tried so hard to take from her ( &  did so many times ): her mortality.  &  therein lies a problem: for forever to TRULY be forever, SHE must be forever  –––––  but she isn’t,  &  won’t be.  it’s a subject they never broach for that reason, despite it always looming over them, because neither of them want to face the harsh reality of the matter: that there will come a day where her forever ends,  &  they will be powerless to stop it.

for now, though, she’s content with living in blissful ignorance of it all.

     Dreams were a regularity ever since he and Davina Claire had left New Orleans in their rear view. The shackles that previously bound him to the ancestral plane had been undone, and the sleepless nights induced by their enemies didn’t keep him awake any longer. There was an unmistakable feeling of peace for what was, most likely, the first time in a thousand years. Like he needn’t harm anyone to carry on. Inaudible mutters ran from his lips when her touch pulled him back into the real world – heightened senses quickly picked up conversations taking place in the streets below, and alarms setting off half a mile in the distance. It took a few moments, and a few more grumbles, for him to adjust.

❛   S’THE BIRD’S FAULT,  not mine,   ❜   davina counters, sleepy grin spreading from ear to ear as she continues to coax him out of his slumber, fingers tracing shapes along the curve of his shoulder. saturday mornings are cherished things after long friday nights spent out on the town,  &  though she regrets that their’s has been ripped from them so early, she can’t say she’s against how things are turning out. less than a moment passes between when she deposits a final kiss to the dip of his throat  &  she’s swung over him in one fluid motion, knees hugging his sides as she settles on his waist. with ease she leans forward  &  accepts his kiss, lashes fluttering against his cheek before she pulls back.  

❛   i’d be lying if i said that wasn’t part of the APPEAL,  but it’s not everything ...  ❜  

new orleans is behind them,  &  she couldn’t be happier. no more mikaelson family drama, no more witch business, a dream made REALITY  –––––  nothing will ever beat that.

“   elijah woke up before the spell took root & helped hayley & marcel take out the strix coven; KLAUS i unlinked. was pretty pissed about it when he woke up. marcel got me out of there before klaus got the chance to exact his revenge.   ”  her arms tighten around his shoulders, & she presses the full weight of her body forward, ignoring the bunch of nerves knotting in the pit of her stomach. there'll be a time & place to entertain the consequences of her actions, but it isn’t now, not when she’s just gotten him back.

a smile emerges on her lips when he delivers the good news. she turns on her heel & follows him across the room with her eyes until he’s standing right beside her.

“   my FUNKY HEX needs time to marinate. a couple hours if i’m lucky, & if i did it right.   ” she sets the bundle of sage back on the table & picks up the bracelet. its design is simple enough that it doesn’t attract unwanted attention, passing for any run-of-the-mill silver trinket found in a jewelry store, its true power known only by them. & she intends to keep it that way.

“   –––––  which means,   “  her index finger makes contact with his sternum, a gentle prod to level his attention to her,  “   i’m ALL yours for the rest of the afternoon.   ”