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Due Gratitude [Scott||Davina]

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Scott still remembered the way Davina had walked into the midst of chaos. It had been quite the sight, his heart having fallen to his feet as she and another nameless witch handled themselves like Scott had never witnessed before. It had been the moment Scott understood how powerful Davina Claire was, he had felt it, seen it in her focused gaze and definitive movements. 

He entered the small shop, finding his way to the witch rather easily. “Hey,” he greeted her, reaching out to give her a hug. “Sorry to keep bothering you at work,” he noted. “But I lost my phone and I wanted to personally thank you,” he added. “What you did….” There was admiration in his gaze. “It was amazing. Second time in–what? A week?” he asked, remembering when she’d seemingly materialized before him as Scott hung from a tree. 

“Hey, Scott.” She smiled, returning the hug as he leaned in. It was nice to see him out and about as normal. Slowly but surely she’d seen bits and pieces of his pack over the last few days, Davina more than a little relieved there had been no casualties the night of the moon. “You aren’t a bother, please. I could use the momentary company. You happen to be only my third person to come through that door today.”

Davina flushed under the praise, quick to wave him off. “I’m just glad you guys were alright in the end, that I got there in time to at least do something. I meant when I said I’d do what I could for you and your pack.” It just apparently meant she’d be doing it more frequently than she’d expected. But it wasn’t unwarranted, she happened to like most of his pack. “How are they all doing? I saw Lydia the other day, but the rest of them?”

ALWAYS  AND  FOREVER.  those  words  had  haunted  him  throughout  his  centuries.  even  with  erika,  he  hadn’t  been  able  to  close  that  door  even  though  he  had  tried.  oh  he  tried!  but  nails,  chains  and  whatever  mortal  invention  he  could  think  of  hadn’t  worked.  “i  know.  the  mikaelson  name   is  well  known.  you’d  think  it  would  be  easy  to  find  a  village  or  a  city  small  or  big  enough  to  escape  it  –  but  i  could  never.”  henrik  admits.  truth  be  told,  he  had  sought  out  some  information.  when  he  heard  of  MIKAEL  THE  DESTROYER,  he  knew  it  was  his  own  father,  he  just  hadn’t  known  the  reasons  behind  such  a  drastic  notion.  “i  loved  kol.”  henrik  admits,  eyes  seeming  to  light  up.  his  heart  ached  at  the  thought.  “you  aren’t  supposed  to  have  favorites  when  there  are  seven  children.”  SORRY  FREYA,  YOUR  SHADOW  LOOMED  OVER  THEM.  “but  he  had  been  my  favorite,  so  full  of  light  and  love,  and  so  hard  to  convince  to  do  anything  fun.”  albeit  henrik  wished  he  hadn’t  convinced  niklaus  to  take  him  to  see  the  wolves.   henrik  gave  breathy  chuckle.

the  action  of  taking  his  hand  in  her  own  calmed  him  just  enough  to  remember  he   knew  the  truth  now.  MOST  OF  THE  TRUTH.  he  hadn’t  been  able  to  ask  rebekah  much  since  the  party.  “rebekah  told  me.  it  seems  i’ve  placed  far  too  much  faith  in  my  mother  than  she  deserves.”  henrik  had  loved  esther  too  even  after  his  hatred  for  her  soiled  such  a  thing.  “i  could’ve  had  years  with  them,  davina …  i  could’ve … could’ve  met  you  as  my  sister.”  because  while  there’s  a  LAW  to  be  had  there,  he  still  remembered  the  old  practices.  she,  like  erika,  would’ve  been  a  mikaelson  despite  not  being  blood.  “and  i’m  sorry  i  hadn’t.  i’ve  been  trying  to  think  of  what  i’d  do  if  they  were  to  ever  come  around  but  i,  i  don’t  know,  get  the  sense  they  cannot.  rebekah  hasn’t  gone  into  to  much  detail.”  but  speaking  of   which … “why  aren’t  you  with  kol?”

“Everyone has favorites. As of this moment, you happen to be my favorite Mikaelson.” Davina’s smile is nothing short of fond, the way he talks of her husband and the life they’d shared. That boy was no longer anything much more than a singular facet of the man she’d married, but weren’t they all? No one was ever who they once were, not when you lived the lives they did. She was relieved Rebekah seemed to at least given him some detail, knowing it made the explanations easier this time around. “Your mother was an experience i’d rather not ever repeat, yeah.”

What have, might have beens, it was more words for what she already felt. “Life is nothing short of complicated when you choose this. Just because we didn’t meet as family before doesn’t mean we still can’t now. Because you are my family, Henrik. Whether you like it or not.” It was selfish, to feel that ease of the ache of her loneliness, knowing what she did now. To feel relieved to be trapped with someone so close to the family she shared her husband with. The guilt of that would come later. “I came first, to see a friend and then with the barrier...I told Kol he couldn’t be here. Not now. He’d be trapped and with your sister here... the dark magic inside of them is better for them both at a distance. As much as I really want to be selfish about it, I can’t. Not with Hope here too.” Another flash of guilt at her lack of willpower. She’d picked up the phone to tell him to screw the odds a million times. “Did you...want to speak to him? I could always call. Or facetime.” Though she had no doubt if she did her husband would be there before sundown, hollow be damned.

it’s  hard  to  deny  who  you  are  when  it’s  put  out  there  in  such  a  way  you  can’t  escape.  those,  those,  those  demons  made  sure  of  it.  they  sealed  some  kind  of  fate  the  radio  placed  out  for  him.  HE  EXPECTED  HER  TO  BE  MAD.  it’s  not  like  henry  was  some  random  name  he  came  up  with  without  a  second  thought.  no,  it  was  as  close  to  the  truth  as  he  could  manage. “you  and  the  rest  of  beacon  hills … but  i  owe  you  an  explanation.”  fuck  the  rest  of  them.  henrik  didn’t  care  about  the  wolves  and  their  loved  ones.

HENRIK  WOULD  ACCEPT  A  HUG  though  awkwardly.  besides  erika,  no  one  else  had  been  close  to  him  like  that.  he  can’t  explain  it  but  he  liked  davina.  she  wasn’t  so  bad.  henrik  took  hesitant  steps  into  the  apartment  he  already  knew  well  but  this  time,  it’s  like  some  veil  had  been  lifted  from  his  eyes.  “i  didn’t  know.”  he  admits,  eyes  not  meeting  hers  for  a  moment.  when  they  did,  he  almost  felt  like  crying.  “i  thought  they  hadn’t  wanted  me … that  they  left  me  behind.”  could  she  hear  him?  he  can’t  seem  to  understand  or  not  if  he’s  actually  speaking  or  if  his  mind  is  just  making  it  seem  like  he  was.  no,  he’s  trying  to  keep  himself  calm.  his  eyes  shut  tightly,  focusing  on  the  tight  darkness  that  comes  with  the  action.  “i  made  sure  to  go  the  opposite  way …  they  were  in  america  and  i  was,  god,  anywhere  else.”  his  plan  seemed  flawless  but  he  couldn’t  count  on  his  hands  how  many  times  he  had  almost  run  directly  into  them.  not  that  they’d  notice,  thinking  he  were  dead.

“Henrik.” She breathes, disbelief dancing across her face. He’d felt unwanted, those centuries left alone while his family what, tore itself apart in the name of always and forever? “I — I can’t speak for them. And I won’t defend the Mikaelsons. Your family...” Our family. She’d never claimed them as hers. Not aloud. She might never. “They’ve done terrible unspeakable things in the name of love. Time and time again. Kol...he’s no exception. I love him very much despite the history.” It was leading to her point, albeit as terrible a point as it might be. “Like I said, I can’t speak for the rest of them. But Kol? He loved you, he mourned you. The stories he told me of the days where you were all still so young and human — there is no doubt in my mind he would have embraced you with open arms had he known.”

Davina steps forward, taking his hand in her own and squeezing ever so slightly. “Whatever you believed, whatever you thought....please know they’d have fought for you. Over and over again. It doesn’t matter what pain they cause each other, the decades spent apart. I have NEVER witnessed a family more dedicated to keeping alive that motto of Always and Forever.” She hopes he understands, though she doubts the impact it truly has when none of them are around to agree. “You deserve always and forever too. No matter how these centuries have gone. You’re their brother. And that is all that will ever matter to them when it counts.”

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Lucifer smiled softly as she feigned her ignorance, but the witch’s eyes and heartbeat were telltale signs of the opposite. His face had changed, his body had changed—he was smaller now and looked far weaker than he ever had trapped and chained like an animal. Why did she looked so fearful? Had her return damaged her memory? “You do,” he stated softly, almost kindly… More his voice than his vessel’s.

Lucifer allowed her some time to remember, knowing that witches had more human in them than he cared to ponder on—especially if it was Davina Claire. He looked around, taking in exactly where he was. Lucifer would forget to do so sometimes. Life on the mortal world seemed fast forwarded. He was there a minute, then elsewhere in another… Yet, with the most powerful witch he knew, it felt like he could reel in a bit. She could help him find his beloved, Lucifer had faith–after all, she had already done so much…

“You know who I am too, don’t you?” It was almost a plea, but his vessel’s voice distorted it into a passive command. “Was it you?” he asked as he nodded towards her, faith burning within him again. Had it been Davina who released them all? Had she remembered him in his cage? Now, that was loyalty. That was worth more than the witch could even rationalize. 

“I do.” She could hear him now. Hints of the true him, hidden under whatever body he’d chosen to reside in. Eyes widening, the gasp that left her lips was soft, unsure. “How are you here?” Davina asked, steadying herself on the edge of the counter. She’d heard what they all had. Demons escaped into the earth after the ceremony. A certain queen now among mortals. But he’d been locked away, shuttered in, punished.

She’d been alone, so so very alone. And so had he, it seemed. Kindred souls in death, in anger. Even the devil could have want for a friend.

Was it you? God, what if it had been? The memory of her being pulled back to the mortal realm was nothing more than a haze half the time, though the witch did her best to focus in now, try to remember. “I — if it was, i’m not sure. I can’t remember much beyond the feeling, the pain? I think it hurt. I think I tried to say goodbye, I’d reached out and sort of.. grasped.” She’d left something behind, it seemed. An essence, a wisp of magic or soul or anger for all she’d lost, she couldn’t quite tell. But he’d found it, he must have. Burrowed it away until his time was right. “And then I was back, and everything was chaos again.”

Davina straightened up, eyeing him the way she had when she’d first met him. Well, perhaps the second. She’d done everything to not look afraid, so miserable in her own loneliness the effort was half assed at best. “You’re here now, Lucifer. And you found me. Did you... why are you here? Is it her?”

people  wanted  answers.  HENRIK  MIKAELSON,  the  only  volunteer  to  be  a  sacrificial  lamb.  by  now  he’s  heard  the  questions.  why’d  you  do  it?  who’d  you  do  it  for?  you  got  a  death  wish  or  something?  WELL  HE  HAD;  they  weren’t  all  that wrong.  henrik  truly  believed  there  was  an  adventure  to  be  had  in  death.  call  it  his  peter  pan  syndrome  or  call  it  experience.  he  had  been  around  for  so  long  that  it  seemed  so  hard  to  fathom  a  hundred  more  centuries.  not  just  alone,  without  the  woman  he  loved,  but  as  henrik  mikaelson.  sometimes  he  wonders  what  he’d  give  to  be  just  henry.  COME  OVER?  davina  had  asked  him  and  as  much  as  he  wanted  to  say  no  and  stay  where  he  was,  he  had  found  comfort  in  her  presence  these  last  few  months.  call  it  cliche  but  he  almost  felt  human  again. he  knocked  on  the  door  and  took  a  breath  to  steady  himself.  henrik  doesn’t  know  why  but  he’s  never  full.  blood  never  truly  satiates  him  these  days.  he  can  smell  it  on  the  other  side  of  the  door,  singing  to  him,  wagging  some  invisible  finger  to  call  him  over.  the  vampire  almost  expected  her  to  be  angry.  THERE  WERE  THINGS  HE  HADN’T  TOLD  HER  but  his  intentions  weren’t  malicious.  mostly?  he  was  still  under  the  assumption  his  family  hadn’t  wanted  him  and  therefore  he  wasn’t  a  mikaelson.  “hey,”  henrik  greeted  her  with  a  soft  but  tired  smile.  “sorry  i  haven’t  really,  you  know,  been  around …”   crossed  the  threshold  but  pauses  with  uncertainty.  “you  mad  at  me  too?”

She smiles softly, waving him in the rest of the way. “You don’t need to make excuses, i’m pretty sure the whole sacrificial ceremony made it for you. Even before that...life can be a lot. I promise i’m not mad, alright? I was worried, and glad you’re okay and...a bit surprised at the details but no, not mad. And I figured you might still feel a bit weak so I bought comfort food if that’s your poison, or blood bags if that’s the option you prefer.”

She walked towards the counter, grabbing her tea in hand and stirring. It meant she had something to do with them at least, not sure if he’d accept a hug. “So...Henrik.. Mikaelson.” Davina begins, curious. It seemed such a coincidence of fate that they met here, she’d heard the stories, the tales of the youngest brother who they’d grieved for, mourned. “Considering all I didn’t know, I just want to make it clear. Did you always know who I was? Who my husband is? What we technically are to each other?”

Witch’s Father [Lucifer||Davina]

@wcnderlostwitch​

A cage in a golden marble room. Huge cage, yet so small and suffocating. So empty, so silent. Whispers flowed here and there. Flashes of faces and things came and went. Scents, tastes… Where was Lilith? Why did he have to be so alone? FREE ME. A cat meows for food. COME TO ME. A soul being ripped apart. Kindred spirit, so to speak. A rebellious soul, one who made it’s own power when the world turned its back… COME TO ME. A stranger, so minuscule, stood before him. “Help me…” he tried to reach out, but his body failed him. “Help me.”

Lucifer stood before the small store. Her face, her scent, the presence of her. She had left so suddenly, and he could actually remember feeling certain sad joy. She had gotten her freedom. 

The Devil entered, eyes taking in his surroundings before he refocused on the familiar before him. The power he felt emanating from her… He remembered. “Child,” he called softly, staying quite a bit away… The way she had first reacted to him weighting on his chest. “Davina,” he called again as he used to whenever she ignored his calls. He would whisper her name until her face would show… She’d even gotten familiar enough to bicker with him… But he’d always known she had needed the company as much as he had. He had been there eons, Davina’s loss had been more recent. “It’s interesting that I would find you, of all people, here,” Lucifer commented, certain pride in his voice, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

Davina hid away in Sankta Lune for the day, short of customers she didn’t see too many people and even then, it was a slow work day at best. She was researching the grimoire for a few new ideas in between sorting the supplies she’d received this morning. Lena had sent them over, wherever the elder witch was currently hiding out. Davina didn’t quite blame her anymore with everything going on.

The door chimed, the witch only half listening as they usually found her if they needed her. It wasn’t until her name was called that she glanced up, brow creasing in confusion. Whoever he was he knew her name, and she wasn’t quite sure how. Becoming friendly with the local pack did seem to mean more people than ever. It was...something, it was definitely something.

“Can I help you?” She began, but froze once more as he spoke. What radiated from him...why did it feel so familiar. Her magic was reacting in kind, in a way she hadn’t felt since —but that was impossible. It had only been demons, it had only been —

“I’m sorry.” Davina cleared her throat, eyes wide. “Do I know you?”

Lydia had been sitting in bed, going over her copy of “We Should All Be Feminists” by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie another time, since she had so much time to herself to simply recover. As much as she loved the riveting lines of the book, she was happy to see another person walk into the hospital room. Granted, a million people had stopped by, but a new face was always nice. She smiled, a laugh coming through her nose, “I can’t guarantee Stiles will be gone for much longer.” Her eyes softened, her heart swelling a bit as she placed her book to the side, “Oh, thank you!! I’d say you didn’t have to bring me anything, but being a patient in this place is abhorrently boring.”

“I’ll charm the door to block him until i’m done, don’t think I will.” She teased, laughing as she made her way over. “It’s no problem really, I know how much this has to suck. I’m just glad you’re okay, is all.” She placed the box on Lydia’s lap, shiny red ribbon keeping it sealed. “There’s some of the lavender tea you’re fond of, but I made a special blend to help with all...this.” She gestures to the room around them, the healing girl before her. “There’s also a bottle in there, just a small thing I mixed up that you can add into the tea or water, if you’re feeling overwhelmed. It helps with anxiety, exhaustion, stress triggers. Figured you’d have a lot of that right now.”

Milkshakes from her favorite place, boxes of french fries and terribly greasy comfort food sat on top of her counter and a few blood bags in the fridge as the witch did her best to not stare at the clock. But eventually she heard the knock on the side door to her place, springing up and swinging it open. “Hey, you. Come in, please.” | @bcnes​

“Most risks are usually meant to be the right thing, from what i’ve experienced. But I really am glad your pack is alright,”

“Me too. Which basically means whatever that was, and whatever this is, it’s not good. Like, seriously, maybe could not be worse for this town.”

“That we are. I’ll drink to that. Fingers crossed it doesn’t leave us in an early grave.”

“Yes, yes they are.” Davina grins, bright and sharp as she continues to unload the box of chains in front of Sankta Luna. “Let the neighbors think I have fun new hobbies, I don’t care. Some of these are pure iron and i’d read it does some fun things to demonic presences so. Chains.”

“Walking won’t kill you, you can’t be killed. Stop whining, I told you I had errands to run and you decided to tag along. We can get milkshakes once I pick up the dried beetle wings, deal?”

Derek followed Davina, settling at her side as she led the way to Sankta Lune. “Something like what?” He had the blood, he understood how that would work for Alice. But for Lori and Lydia, even for the vampire that Erika was trying to find, the Beta wanted to know what exactly could be used to locate them. If Davina allowed it, Derek could tell the Pack what the witch would need to create the same or a similar spell so the other three who’d been abducted could be found.

“Three of our own were taken; Lydia, Lori, and Alice.” His brow furrowed. “And a second vampire, someone named Henrik. He’s connected to another vampire named Erika Madsen.”

Derek entered when Davina opened the store, standing to the side to wait for further instructions while she locked the front door. When the brunette asked if he had gone to her empty handed, the wolf lifted the water bottle. “For Alice, Erika’s blood. She said a witch could use it to find those turned by her." 

Too many questions were immediate on her lips at the names that rolled off of his. Lydia, the concern was immediate. She hadn’t had the chance to meet much of the other two but... “Henrik, right.” Another thousand cans of worms opened at that name but she didn’t have the luxury of time to panic, to pan over the last six months of her life. 

The witch sighed in relief at the sight of the blood, knowing the liquid held a power to harness more so than some inanimate object. But it also meant -- “put it here,” She gestured to the counter, already heading for the stairs. “I’ll be a second! I need something from the apartment!” Breathless she bolted, slipping into her home and glancing around for the box she’d had shipped, still yet to unpack. Where, where...there. Among the bits and bobs of a home she never quite allowed to feel like, was the bowl from new orleans. Half a lifetime ago, Kol had taught her to strengthen a connection, trigger a bond using it to amplify the blood within. And just maybe...she could do it again.

Feet rapid on the stairs, Davina burst back into the shop floor and set the bowl on the counter. “I can’t promise a direct pinpoint.” She begins, wincing. “Whoever did this has some type of magic... it’s not something I access often, ever. But with the blood and with this, I might just stand a chance.”

“ did you see a lot of places ? that must be really cool, i can’t imagine how amazing it was to travel.” olivia gently nods her head, a friendly smile still written across her features.“ i’m not sure ? my mind has been foggy since i’ve gotten here so i’ve kind of lost track of time.”

“It was...peaceful, exciting...a lot of contrasts really. But as someone who’d never really been anywhere, it was everything.” She smiled, though it fell a bit in concern for the girl. “Foggy? How so? I only ask because maybe I can help?”