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He was supposed to have the day off. That didn't quite happen.
His phone woke up him at nine, and on the other end was his distraught mother. A pipe in his parents' basement had burst, and even though Davin is a mechanic and not a plumber, he was the one she called. Funny how she refuses to acknowledge his magic until she needs to take advantage of it.
His dad's out of town on business, so it was up to Davin to calm his mother and keep the basement from his childhood home from flooding. He sat his mother down on the sofa and turned off the water before heading down to the basement with his tools. He was able to use his magic to cut through the ruined section of pipe and hold up the new one so he could solder it in place, and then he cleaned up the basement as best he could.
He emerged hours later, wet and dirty and in a lousy mood, and his mother demanded he stay for tea before he could leave.
Now he's freshly showered, hair still a little damp at the ends as it sticks up everywhere, and he's wandering through the town's main drag as he tries to decide how to spend his evening. Beer will make an appearance at some point, surely.
He's weighing the pros and cons of pub food when someone brushes by him, and a streetlight glints off of some metal sliding out of the person's pocket. Davin stares at the keys as they fall and wills them to stop mid-air, holding out his hand and sending the keys flying through the air to land gently in his palm.
"Excuse me," he calls out, his Irish accent a little thicker due to his exhaustion. He shakes the keys out, peering out to try and see if he recognizes the person. "I think you dropped these."
[Come meet Davin! He's lived in Siren Cove since he was a kid, so if your character has been around for awhile they may recognize him. All his info is here, but the bullet points are: 22 year old gay Irish witch/mechanic who just wants a damn beer.]
His phone woke up him at nine, and on the other end was his distraught mother. A pipe in his parents' basement had burst, and even though Davin is a mechanic and not a plumber, he was the one she called. Funny how she refuses to acknowledge his magic until she needs to take advantage of it.
His dad's out of town on business, so it was up to Davin to calm his mother and keep the basement from his childhood home from flooding. He sat his mother down on the sofa and turned off the water before heading down to the basement with his tools. He was able to use his magic to cut through the ruined section of pipe and hold up the new one so he could solder it in place, and then he cleaned up the basement as best he could.
He emerged hours later, wet and dirty and in a lousy mood, and his mother demanded he stay for tea before he could leave.
Now he's freshly showered, hair still a little damp at the ends as it sticks up everywhere, and he's wandering through the town's main drag as he tries to decide how to spend his evening. Beer will make an appearance at some point, surely.
He's weighing the pros and cons of pub food when someone brushes by him, and a streetlight glints off of some metal sliding out of the person's pocket. Davin stares at the keys as they fall and wills them to stop mid-air, holding out his hand and sending the keys flying through the air to land gently in his palm.
"Excuse me," he calls out, his Irish accent a little thicker due to his exhaustion. He shakes the keys out, peering out to try and see if he recognizes the person. "I think you dropped these."
[Come meet Davin! He's lived in Siren Cove since he was a kid, so if your character has been around for awhile they may recognize him. All his info is here, but the bullet points are: 22 year old gay Irish witch/mechanic who just wants a damn beer.]
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She chews on her lower lip for just a second. She woke up at three this morning, so she definitely is tired - honestly, you'd think she'd get over the whole going-to-bed-super-early thing. It's shit for her social life, definitely.
"I mean, shouldn't you be nice for most of the strangers you meet, if you have the chance and the time?" She shrugs, and she genuinely means it - and she genuinely means it with the caveats, too. Only if you have the chance and the time.
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"Aw, aren't you a sweet little lamb?" He laughs a little and reaches out to put a hand on her back of a moment, just a warm point of contact before he drops it. "The world might be a bit of a better place if more people thought like you."
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"The world might be a bit better, or- I mean. It's naive, and I know it." She doesn't mean for her tone to get all.... sardonic and grumpy, sort of, but she doesn't know what else to say. She realises it when he touches her - that it's that niceness that got her--
That's why June happened. That's why the old man she tried to help was able to grab her.
"Maybe I'm wrong. I don't know. I mean, who knows, right? It could be... anything." She clears her throat, shrugging her shoulders. "Still, I'll try and make that pastry. It's a challenge."
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"There's nothin' wrong with bein' sweet. The world makes too many people all hard and dark." He's a little tired, voice low and a little rough as he speaks. It makes him ramble. "I think people who manage to hold onto the light are the best sort of people, because they know how shitty the world is and they're nice anyway."
He smiles at her and touches her back again, nodding. "I'm lookin' forward to it, lamb."
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"Anyway," she says as she forces a smile because she just met him on the street and he actually seems very nice and very irish and he keeps calling her lamb, which is somehow hilarious. Raleigh doesn't quite get why he keeps calling her lamb, why he keeps touching her back - and it's not the lamb, it's the touch that makes her sort of tense up because--
Because. Because she's been acutely reminded that she doesn't know him from Adam, and she knows where trusting strangers had gotten her in the past. "Have you been living over Maddy's long? I didn't know there was an apartment up there."
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Davin doesn't really know what to day to that. He keeps calling her lamb because she's small and adorable and he's exhausted enough to find it funny. He feels her tense under his hand and he drops it, cheeks flushing as he moves to put a few inches between them as they walk.
He's always forgetting himself and touching people who maybe don't want to be touched. Davin's just tactile and he likes to have that point of connection with someone, but he knows not everyone feels the same. He slides his hands into his pockets and nods in response to her question.
"Ever since I moved out o' my folks' place a few years ago," Davin tells her. "Maddy's been bringin' her old beast of a Cadillac to me for years and heard I was lookin'. It was just storage before I came along, and she said she'd give me a good deal if I fixed it up myself and did the occasional odd job around the bakery that Henry's gettin' a little too old for. It's a little small but it suits me just fine."
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Raleigh had just realized that she didn't really know him; she'd just met him, and he seemed nice enough, but looks could be deceiving- so she was trying to be a little careful.
That, and sometimes.... Sometimes, people who weren't among the select few she knew sort of made her... On edge. Months ago, Bach had been on the receiving end of her first panic attack after what had happened, and while she was doing better- the attacks were less frequent, it took a lot more to push her to one, it was still difficult.
But her first impression of Davin was a good one, and so she was sort of taking a chance, although she didn't want to get too close. "Oh! I've only been in Siren Cove about... Eight months? But I live with Spencer and Joel." It's probably silly of her to assume that Davin would know them, but you never know. "I don't know Maddy all that well, but it's so sweet she opened up that space. Are your folks in town?" She realises after she asks that they must be, if Maddy'd been getting him to work on her car for years, and makes a face at the silly question.
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Someday, he thinks he'd like to have what Spencer and Joel have. He's not exactly close to them, but it doesn't take a genius to see what they mean to each other.
"She's a sweet ol' bird. I adore her." He wrinkles his nose and shrugs. "Yeah, we moved here from Boston when I was twelve. They came from Ireland shortly before that. Rest of my family's out there. And what about you?"
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Raleigh shrugged. "Family's in Tennessee," she says as she blew out a breath. "I just sort of... Live here now. It's home." She looks back over at him, her mouth quirking up at the corner. "Still working on all of that. My mom's coming to visit soon, for the first time."
Which was it's own ridiculous, insane, sort of horrible prospect. She doesn't even know how she's going to deal with it- all she knows is that she's not going back home.
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Davin isn't really close with his parents, either. Maybe he recognizes something in her tone.
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Raleigh's never really been good at people identifying where, exactly, she needed help or didn't need help. Her vulnerability is something she's only just started to be able to talk about with Spencer and Joel, much less a complete stranger who seemed nice enough but that she honestly didn't even know.
"It was really nice to meet you, Davin." Because as nice as he seems? She's not having this conversation with a stranger.
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"Um, yeah." He frowns, a bit of a confused pout on his face as he tries to pinpoint what he must have said. "G'night, then."