A SMILE ADORNED HER COUNTENANCE ONCE DAVINA HAD SPOKEN. despite their complicated past, she was happy to see her uncle’s darling wife. ‘ aunt freya has been teaching me some things and some stuff i’ve learned on my own. but, i’d be eternally grateful if you taught me a few things as well. ‘ a beat. ‘ i have a grimoire as well —– just ignore how colorful it is. ‘

*    x.           ———-      modern gods au starter  / enyo davina anger had  pumped through his  veins as he had  been aching for  some  destruction. nearly  powerless, ares  kol  wanted  to start a war  that could  keep him preoccupied for a  bit. he had been  in the  pent house  that  him &&. his  wife  shared  since they had  moved to new york.  he had been  plotting out some petty  battle in  his head,  imaging how  it would  go down  but  his  thoughts quickly  came to a halt  by his lovely  companion, enyo davina entering the room. his eye’s scanned the beautiful goddess before speaking. ❝ what is it now, my love?! i can sense your disapproval. ❞

all too well, she knows the desire to want to cause mass destruction, havoc, chaos                 all of the above. but the years and the disbelief have taken a toll on the old goddess. with mortals no longer praying to them, they’ve each taken a hit. the modern days have not been so kind. even as she enters the room where her husband resides, she can feel  his wants. years of sticking by his side has almost made her intuitive to his thoughts. lips curve upwards slightly ; somehow in the years passed, she’s become his voice of reason. the goddess of war, destined to live  this mundane life. without the ability to wreak havoc among mortals. 

                                blending in was key ; locals would be much more willing to talk with some average joe rather than an agent . an ‘ agent ’ . he snorted to himself , knowing damn well he wasn’t even close to be an actual agent . regardless , he was likely better than an actual fbi member , he thought to himself           the more he repeated those words , the more likely he was to believe them . he frowned at her words , looking down at her plate before meeting her gaze again .  “ really ?  ‘cause i feel bad for that burger ; you haven’t even taken a bite out of it yet , ”  he pointed out , voice tinged with curiosity .

     considering how isolated the crypt was, it came as no surprise that its inhabitants would be wary of any intruders. even if kai kept a pleasant smile on his face, he wasn’t blind to how suspicious the girl was. after all, someone breaking in searching for a powerful witch did, at its core, sound more than a little worrying. hand unshaken, the siphon withdrew it without seemingly bothered by the lack of a greeting, shrugging slightly. “ totally makes sense you wouldn’t shake my hand. pretty smart on your part, actually, ” he commented, shaking a single finger in the woman’s (davina’s, apparently) direction, “i’m not here to steal all your magic and kill you, if that’s what you’re thinking. actually, i kinda have the opposite problem.”

     the last of the gemini coven paused for a moment, stepping forward. as he did, several of the unlit candles surrounding them erupted in flame, the heat licking far higher than it should have were its sources natural. “long story short, there’s this place called mystic falls, protected by this traveler’s spell. i took all the magic from this wicked old, wicked powerful traveler’s spell and sort of… overdid it. now, i can’t seem to control my magic.” a step toward her, grey-blue eyes descending their gaze to find her own. “so, according to this witch at that shop down THAT way,” – a slight nudge with his thumb in the generally southern direction – “i need a powerful witch to help me harness all this power before i give someone else uncontrolled vomiting. gross, by the way.”

as a witch who’s walked away from her people, became something of a loner, she’s nervous around other’s asking questions. while she’s still powerful beyond measure, the young girl does not have the abilities she did before allowing herself to be sacrificed to the harvest. she can still hold her own ; fight off the likes of anyone else, davina is more careful. eyes watch as the hand is drawn back to the male’s side. eyes narrow slightly, even taking a slight step backwards at the words that fall ever so easily from his lips. “ you’re smart to not try. ” the confidence in herself is as apparent as ever. so easily she could bring him to the ground. 

THE FREEDOM OF CHOICE  was something she could identify with. andrea always knew she would have a heavy choice to make in triggering her abilities, and with that, the burden of taking a life to do so. the choice in a partner which, while it was practically ordained from birth, didn’t mean she had to follow orders blindly. the choice to leave or stay. the freedom to do as she wanted with her life, without any shackles or restrictions, shouldn’t have been a privilege for anyone. it was a right, one that was denied and detained for the witch. and yet somehow, she found the good in it.  andrea couldn’t help but smile when she found pride and independence now, nodding as she shut the book and handed it to her.  “well, since you’re free to do as you please now, you should definitely make your way to the bayou with me the night after a full moon. if you think these quarter parties are wild, you’ve seen nothing yet until you party with a pack of wolves. i know that last part sounds more frightening than inviting, but it’s something you’ll never forget.”  oh, how she wanted to elaborate further. it would have unfolded into a long, winding road through times in recent memory, but it’s far easier and more fun to experience yourself.  “i promise, you’ll have fun and if you don’t, then… i’ll do something that you would want some company for?”

after the harvest, when davina is up in that attic with only marcel and her magic to keep her company / occupied, she sort of loses herself. she’s now a witch who’s not well liked among other witches. she is seen as a traitor of sorts. name dropping those who use magic. she’s dropped out of high school, has lost touch with her friends. for all intents and purposes, this young witch is alone. until josh. this baby vampire who refers to her as the ‘ super witch. ’ of course her only job in that moment is to wipe the compulsion from klaus away, this vampire treats her as if she’s more than an object for anyone’s use. they talk, they form a bond that the girl hasn’t had in quite a while. this is her first real friend since being stuck up in that attic.

in many ways, josh is the a first for davina. ( besides marcel ) he is one of the very few who willingly put her first ; looking out for her, protecting her. josh isn’t afraid to speak his mind with davina when he thinks she’s doing something wrong. josh has easily become one of the few who’s earned davina’s trust enough to where she’s willing to help him. she’s willing to delve into her past with him. open up. this vampire means the world to her and just as he’d risk everything to ensure her safety, she would do the same for him. even moving away from nola, she knows that he’s there. living his best life. safe under marcel’s watch. josh helped shape davina in more ways than not. he’s one of the main people in her life who has made her who she is.

honestly ? i love following same muse blogs. coming into the community, i was very nervous about doing so, in fact, i didn’t do it at all. mostly because, sometimes the mun would specifically put in in their rules that they would rather not have that happen, also i didn’t want to make others uncomfortable. however, on my other blog, i follow a few of the same muse and it’s turned out to be quite wonderful. after each new episode we would chat about it, throw headcanons back and forth, meta about our character, etc. i’m even apart of a discord chat with a handful of that same character !! it’s a lot of fun to be able to develop that muse with other people who write them. to hear their take, or read their portrayal. no one writes one character the same, so being able to have that on my dash has always been a lot of fun. very interesting. unfortunately, there are not very many davina blogs that i’ve come across. when it comes to headcanons / metas that i want to write about davina, sometimes i’ll talk to another mun about it, just to put it out there. which is great, in itself ! but i do miss being able to talk out of character with someone who loves that one character so much that he / she became a muse for them. it’s a different kind of connection.