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so the sun, it can shine on me, and the clouds they can roll away (open to all)
Davin missed a lot of things while he was being held in that warehouse, but coffee was up high on the list. By the second day, he was feeling the lack of caffeine and the added headache wasn't doing him any favors. The first few days back, he didn't want to leave his apartment. James or Mira would bring him coffee from Quill, or he'd fire up his little coffeemaker in his kitchen. He was allowed a few days of being lazy, he thought. Or fear disguised as laziness, if he's honest with himself.
But he needs to get back into in the swing of things. He hasn't really seen anyone aside from James, Mira, and Raleigh, and he doesn't really have any idea of what happened while he and Spencer were gone. He just knows that he needs to get back to his real life. He needs to put the kidnapping and the torture and all that behind him, and needs to keep moving forward.
He can start by going to get his own coffee. He takes a shower and puts himself together as much as he can, wrinkling his nose at his reflection in the mirror. His face is still bruised, and he has stitches above one cheekbone and a small line of them at his temple, where he was initially knocked out with the wrench. His right hand is in a cast and he walks stiffly, thanks to his cracked ribs, but he goes outside anyway.
It's a nice day and the sun is shining, and that's something that Davin will never take advantage of again. He went days without seeing the sun, or feeling any sort of warmth, and now he smiles when he feels it on his skin, and feels the soft breeze ruffling his hair. It's a short walk to Quill, but he takes his time. He feels stiff from all his healing injuries and inactivity, and he just wants to enjoy the sun for a little longer.
People are staring at him, whispering to each other as they pass, and Davin knows that word got around town. There are people who will see he and Spencer as victims, and he supposes they are, but they're so much more than that. They're survivors, and they're strong, no matter what. So Davin keeps his chin up, and he keeps walking.
But he needs to get back into in the swing of things. He hasn't really seen anyone aside from James, Mira, and Raleigh, and he doesn't really have any idea of what happened while he and Spencer were gone. He just knows that he needs to get back to his real life. He needs to put the kidnapping and the torture and all that behind him, and needs to keep moving forward.
He can start by going to get his own coffee. He takes a shower and puts himself together as much as he can, wrinkling his nose at his reflection in the mirror. His face is still bruised, and he has stitches above one cheekbone and a small line of them at his temple, where he was initially knocked out with the wrench. His right hand is in a cast and he walks stiffly, thanks to his cracked ribs, but he goes outside anyway.
It's a nice day and the sun is shining, and that's something that Davin will never take advantage of again. He went days without seeing the sun, or feeling any sort of warmth, and now he smiles when he feels it on his skin, and feels the soft breeze ruffling his hair. It's a short walk to Quill, but he takes his time. He feels stiff from all his healing injuries and inactivity, and he just wants to enjoy the sun for a little longer.
People are staring at him, whispering to each other as they pass, and Davin knows that word got around town. There are people who will see he and Spencer as victims, and he supposes they are, but they're so much more than that. They're survivors, and they're strong, no matter what. So Davin keeps his chin up, and he keeps walking.
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There's the reaction he was expecting, but Auryn can't keep his shoulders from dropping a little. He shouldn't expect Davin to be able to understand and forgive, but he made that mistake anyway.
He just lets himself be yelled at. Raised voices have the effect of making him shut down, seguing into eachother. You pray for God's forgiveness, boy, until I tell you to stop. Connor freak. Devil spawn. Not under my roof. Get out of this bar.
"I don't know what's best," he says, dragging his eyes back up to force himself back into reality. "I know what IS." He spreads his hand as if reaching for the molecules of the air. "You want to tell me we were incautious, sure. I know that and I accept responsibility. But this isn't about bending anyone to my will."
He stands up. "Our forefathers lived in a world where they were respected for their abilities, where the powers they accessed were known. Now we live in what should be a harbor for magic and it's unlawful to use on the street. Where the books and tomes have been banned or called old wives tales, superstition. Yes, I want that world back. No, I didn't think that would take the form it did."
He picks up his coffee. "I don't know how I can explain that to you. Your lives weren't ever meant to be changed. Magic is a force meant to be called on with respect, and the longer we all think we can keep a tiger in a cage, the longer all we'll see are the claws.
"I'm sorry you almost died. I've said that. It was wrong. But I would die without question so my children could practice freely. So that no more families are destroyed like mine or the centuries of persecuted witches we stand on the backs of. Don't we call that an inalienable right?"
He's been arguing his case at a low tone, a little sharper and more angry when he mentions his family but Davin asking him to pick sides infuriates him and he moves for the door. "I came here to apologize, to be honest, to admit my mistakes to someone who's been kind to me, and you ask me to align myself. Pick sides if that's how you live, but when you feel judged for your magic, think of me." He kills the last of his coffee and throws it away.
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It seems like left and right, people are taking away Davin's choices and endangering his life, and he's completely sick of it. He wonders what his grandmother would do, how she would react to Auryn doing such a thing. She would probably be just as bewildered as Davin himself is right now.
"Fuck, man. I never said ya had t'pick sides. Ya act like everyone is out t'get ya, but you're the one fuckin' over your friends" Davin breathes out, carefully stepping around him and heading for the door. "I appreciate your apology, an' your honesty, but I don't know that I can forgive ya. Just-- don't ever mess with my mind again, or use magic on me without consent. That isn't respect."
He swallows hard and gives Auryn one more long look, eyes dark and full of hurt, before he turns and pushes the door open, stepping out into the sunshine.