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everyonelives2022-01-17 12:24 pm
positiveinfluence) wrote in everyonelives2022-01-17 12:24 pm
Entry tags:
- allison argent,
- bela talbot,
- cami o'connell,
- cooper sullivan,
- cora hale,
- davina claire,
- dean winchester,
- derek hale,
- elijah mikaelson,
- freya mikaelson,
- hayley marshall,
- jacqueline melroux,
- josh rosza,
- kieran connors,
- klaus mikaelson,
- kol mikaelson,
- lydia martin,
- mia smoak,
- michael sullivan,
- mickey adler,
- sam winchester,
- scott mccall,
- sierra harper,
- william queen,
- ❦ aiden/josh,
- ❦ cooper/william,
- ❦ cora/stiles,
- ❦ derek/hayley,
- ❦ klaus/cami,
- ❦ kol/kieran,
- ❦ sam/allison,
- ❦ scott/davina,
- ❦ sierra/jacqueline
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I've been wanting to do that for a while.
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( Safe to say she does. )
I know we missed the festival, but are you hungry? I'm sure somewhere still sells dessert. And maybe dinner before the dessert. We haven't eaten all day, have we?
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[She is honestly starving and could use some real food.]
Let me just put these away.
[She does listen when Kol issues magic warnings, and she doesn't want these to fall into the wrong hands when she's not looking.]
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( He goes to grab one -- )
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They are Monroe's super secret stash of dark magic items. Bela and Klaus recovered them from one of the strong holds and I have to go through them to see what's being kept and what's being destroyed.
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( Sorry, Dav. )
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[She releases his wrist, before going to safely load them back into a crate and seal it with magic.]
I don't want someone to accidentally stumble on them either while we're gone.
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( He gives her the space to pack them away safely, watches her witching about. )
So - you don't - live here in the cemetery, do you?
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[She tips her head to the side.]
Though I did spend a portion of my teenage years in the attic of a church.
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( Is it offensive he's thinking of Anne Frank? )
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[And in an odd kind of way, it became home. She understands why Freya loves her belltower, because there's something about the solitude and simplicity that feels like safety.]
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Because of the Harvest?
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Cami's uncle was running the church at the time, and he gave me sanctuary.
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[Pleasantly surprised, but still leaning more towards surprised. Still, that isn't the point. She nods as she reaches finishes locking things up.]
But I would really like that. I can be yours too.
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I know I'd like that.
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Good. Then we'll make it work.
[But she takes his arm as they leave the mausoleum, heading out into the night air.]
We can talk about it more over dinner?
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Yeah. I'd like that, too. Let's talk about whatever.
( And they do, Scott explaining his life in California, being bitten and that learning curve. His mom and dad (their not being together) and his mom married to his ex's (Allison's) father. It's a little soap opera but he says it all with an earnestness. He just wants Davina to get to know him. )
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They eat dinner and have beignets, and it goes late into the night, but most nights in New Orleans do. As they walk down the street, she turns back to him.]
How much longer until you have to leave?
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Late morning. I still have hours.
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[Not necessarily in a sexy way, if he doesn't want that. But she's starting to feel the exhaustion setting in, and she wants to spend as much time with him as possible.]
I can make you breakfast before you go.
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( Scott hesitates zero. It's -- a bit pitiful if someone with game were watching. But, it's Scott, and his smile is as wide as he is enthused to spend more time with her.
Totally in sexy way, though, if she's down. It's been a while and being a werewolf still sends that into overdrive. )
I mean. Yeah. Take me back to your apartment, Davina Claire.
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