tell the world that i'm coming home [open to all!]
Well, he's back.
It's the first time that he's stepped foot inside of Siren Cove since he left back in October. He and James ended things messily, and after everything else that happened, his grandmother's offer of a reprieve in Ireland was just too tempting to pass up. He owns the garage now, and left it in good hands when he left. His grandmother had given him a glamouring spell for Edan, designed to make his fox familiar look like a dog to a human eye, and that made it easier for Davin to travel with him.
He lifts the glamour once the cab that brought them from the airport drives away, and Edan yips before circling Davin's feet excitedly. His apartment smells a little stale, and he opens the windows to air it out. The place looks empty, so full of memories both good and bad, and he sighs as he stares at the coffeemaker. He could really use a cup.
"Dare we go t'Quill so soon?" Davin asks, looking down at Edan, who wags his huge fluffy tail in response. Davin's Irish accent is thick from all the time he spent there, and he knows that he'll most likely switch between English and Gaelic without even realizing it for awhile.
After dropping off his bags and changing into some fresh clothes, he checks his reflection in the mirror. He's changed since he left. The coven put him through physical and mental training, and he did a lot of exercising during his time there. While still lean, he's noticeably more muscular, and his skin is almost milky pale thanks to an Irish winter. There is stubble on his jaw and his hair, usually a mess, is combed back neatly and parted on the side in a way that his grandmother says makes him look like a movie star from back in the good ol' days.
He's wearing a dark green button down shirt over jeans, because it may be January in Maine but it feels practically balmy to Davin. He rolls up the sleeves to his elbows and looks down at the tattoo on his forearm. The roots go down to trail around his wrist, and as Davin watches, the edges seem to crackle blue with electricity. He smiles.
"C'mon, Edan. Time t'face the music." His fox lets out a happy chitter as he follows Davin down the steps, and he sends only Mira a brief text stating that he's arrived, and Quill bound. He's pretty sure that he missed Mira and Quill coffee most of all.
The streets are cool and quiet, and Davin feels a weird juxtaposition as he walks towards downtown. This is his home, the place that he's always loved, but he feels a little like a stranger here. Hopefully once he reconnects with people, that will change.
Hey, he's been all about change lately.
[ooc: davin's back, y'all! find him anywhere in or around quill. he's a more muscular, super pale, with stubble and a sweet new tattoo. his irish accent is noticeably much thicker. and also, his beloved familiar is at his side. come say hi! i really missed playing with everyone over here. ♥]
It's the first time that he's stepped foot inside of Siren Cove since he left back in October. He and James ended things messily, and after everything else that happened, his grandmother's offer of a reprieve in Ireland was just too tempting to pass up. He owns the garage now, and left it in good hands when he left. His grandmother had given him a glamouring spell for Edan, designed to make his fox familiar look like a dog to a human eye, and that made it easier for Davin to travel with him.
He lifts the glamour once the cab that brought them from the airport drives away, and Edan yips before circling Davin's feet excitedly. His apartment smells a little stale, and he opens the windows to air it out. The place looks empty, so full of memories both good and bad, and he sighs as he stares at the coffeemaker. He could really use a cup.
"Dare we go t'Quill so soon?" Davin asks, looking down at Edan, who wags his huge fluffy tail in response. Davin's Irish accent is thick from all the time he spent there, and he knows that he'll most likely switch between English and Gaelic without even realizing it for awhile.
After dropping off his bags and changing into some fresh clothes, he checks his reflection in the mirror. He's changed since he left. The coven put him through physical and mental training, and he did a lot of exercising during his time there. While still lean, he's noticeably more muscular, and his skin is almost milky pale thanks to an Irish winter. There is stubble on his jaw and his hair, usually a mess, is combed back neatly and parted on the side in a way that his grandmother says makes him look like a movie star from back in the good ol' days.
He's wearing a dark green button down shirt over jeans, because it may be January in Maine but it feels practically balmy to Davin. He rolls up the sleeves to his elbows and looks down at the tattoo on his forearm. The roots go down to trail around his wrist, and as Davin watches, the edges seem to crackle blue with electricity. He smiles.
"C'mon, Edan. Time t'face the music." His fox lets out a happy chitter as he follows Davin down the steps, and he sends only Mira a brief text stating that he's arrived, and Quill bound. He's pretty sure that he missed Mira and Quill coffee most of all.
The streets are cool and quiet, and Davin feels a weird juxtaposition as he walks towards downtown. This is his home, the place that he's always loved, but he feels a little like a stranger here. Hopefully once he reconnects with people, that will change.
Hey, he's been all about change lately.
[ooc: davin's back, y'all! find him anywhere in or around quill. he's a more muscular, super pale, with stubble and a sweet new tattoo. his irish accent is noticeably much thicker. and also, his beloved familiar is at his side. come say hi! i really missed playing with everyone over here. ♥]
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About to cross the street and head back to work, she chanced a look up and nearly dropped her coffee.
"Jaysus Mary and Joseph. Look what the pixies dragged in."
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"Aye, Brigid," Davin says, pronouncing her name properly as he and Edan cross the street. "I'd almost forgotten what a vision o' loveliness ya are."
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"Someone's come home full of blarney, hasn't he?" Brigid smiled wider as he approached, lowering to let Edan greet her with a sniff and a quick scratch. "Yer lookin good, Davin. Are ye feelin as good?"
She knew it hadn't been easy on him, could hear it in his voice, but there was a difference in him now. A light, teasing air she hadn't heard in a good while.
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"And have ye learned then, feelin a bit more comfortable in th'skin yer wearin?" Brigid asked, knowing a thing or three about identity crises, having gone through something similar over the past year as she settled in to who and what she was now.
A brisk breeze fluttered the skirt of her sundress and she looked towards the doors of Quill. "Can I buy ye a cup? Feels more'n a bit off t'be practically standin in th'streets like strangers."
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He tucked up the collar of his heavy coat higher around his neck trying to block away the harsh, biting wind, but the move didn't help. Luckily, a few minutes later, he ducked inside of the store brushing away snow flurries and trying to warm himself. He'd lived here all his life and should be use to the winters by now. But alas, he longed for the beach right about now, and he hated the beach.
There was a long line at the counter. The cold weather hadn't seemed to stop anyone else from the familiarity of Quill either. While he waited he stared up at the menu trying to remember everything he was supposed to order.
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"Behave, aye?" He says, looking down at the fox who twitches his whiskers and stands at attention, sticking close to Davin's side as he walks into the shop. There's a bit of a line, and Davin is in it for a full minute before he realizes who is just two people in front of him.
He knew that he would inevitably run into James, considering how small this town is, but really? The first day? The first hour? He frowns at the sudden ache in his chest and takes a step back. Other places have coffee.
"Davin?" He freezes at the sound of his name, and looks up at the barista. She's grinning at him, waving brightly, and Davin swallows hard and raises a hand. "You're back!"
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Well, this run-in wasn't something James expected this morning on his rather innocent trip into Quill to fetch lattes and muffins. Davin had been gone months; this wasn't something he expected at all. Maybe Davin had decided to move away or something. It wasn't like James would know. They were broken up after all.
Okay, that's not true. He knew enough to know Davin was in Ireland. He was a cop. He knew things. But he definitely didn't expect Davin to be returned today. If he'd known that he wouldn't have been here.
The attendant called Davin's name, and James sucked in a tight breath, surprised but aware it couldn't be anyone else. For a split second, he was uncertain about what he wanted to do. Breaking up with Davin had not been fun, and he didn't think he was over it. Considering his body was very alert and tense at the moment, this was probably an understatement. He should've just politely escaped through the exit. He turned around though, and found Davin standing a couple people back in the line looking trapped.
Now he had to say hello, anything else would've been too rude. Even for him. Clearing his throat, he nodded. "Hi, Davin," he said.
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He's never had to deal with running into an ex before, because James is the first one he's ever had. But seeing him hurts. At least Davin looks good. He knows that he looks good, older and bigger and more mature. It's only been months, but he doesn't feel like a dumb kid anymore. He can handle this.
"Hello James," he says, accent thick. Edan looks up at James through slightly narrowed eyes, ears back as he wraps himself protectively around Davin's legs. "Shoulda figured I'd run into ya here."
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But it's pushing a month since she got back, and while seeing him (and visiting another, ancient country) was amazing, the limited visit did make the inability to just hang out even more frustrating. So it shouldn't be surprising when she all but runs to Quill.
"Davin Kavanagh," she says, accusatory and hiding a smile, when she spots him. "How dare you get coffee before giving me a hug."
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He scoops her up into a hug, lifting her easily off of the ground and spinning her around. Edan yips and bounces, circling them happily. Davin sets her down and kisses her forehead before stepping back to get a good look at her. He saw her a month ago, but it wasn't nearly long enough. And honestly, she's one of the main reasons that he returned at all.
"Now c'mon in here," Davin says, taking Mira's hand and dragging her into Quill, making sure that Edan's tail is fully inside before the door shuts. "There, now my three favorite things are all together."
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She bends down to let Edan sniff her. "Yes, you too. Have you gotten bigger since I saw you last, or just wider?" She grins and lets herself be dragged, resting her head on Davin's shoulder for a second until it gets too awkward to walk that way.
"So how was the flight?"
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“It was long,” he tells her, keeping an arm around her waist as they head into Quill. “Had a layover in Atlanta that I swear lasted ‘bout eighty-three hours. I’m exhausted but I need t’stay awake or jetlag will kick my ass.”
They get into line and Davin takes in a deep breath, sighing happily. “God, I did miss this coffee. It might warm me up even more than the hot Irish boys I came across over there.”
Davin cuts her a sly look and winks.
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It doesn't give him time to do much socializing, but the interactions he takes time for are things he doesn't object to. And it makes him appreciate people he chooses to be around. Quill's warm and inviting.
Maybe he's forgotten the day, then, or maybe he was never told, but he startles when he sees Davin. He looks -- older than the few months ago that Auryn saw him last. Definitely more grown into himself. The power in the room all but hums around him.
"Boss," he says with a little nod and a small smile. "I like the tattoo."
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He hasn't forgotten what Auryn did, or the hand he had in nearly getting Davin killed, but with time comes forgiveness, and maybe a little understanding. He finds that he doesn't feel any lingering resentment, and he can even smile and reach out for a handshake. The movement exposes his tattoo, and Davin's smile sharpens as the black lines glow blue for a brief moment. "Aye, thanks. It was a gift from the coven."
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He reaches out, giving him a firm handshake, and watches the lines glow with an intrigued eyebrow. "I could feel the energy shift around you," he says. He's seen spellwork in a lot of different things, but never tattooed, not in person.
"So, time well spent?" He has to admit he's a little jealous. He doesn't know anything about his Irish family, but that's where his father's family -- his witch family -- is from. So much lost that he'll never get to see..
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Her mother was at home to talk her down anyway.
She barely even noticed the fox because hey, Siren Cove, until she noticed the fox, and she didn't knew what she wanted to do about it. No, that was just animal instinct. And that wasn't her and it wasn't doing anything.
With a deep breath, she fell in line behind it.
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"Hi." She moved her eyes to his. "You're right. Did you hibernate? Because you're a bit early if you did."
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Edan trots forward a bit, sniffing at Lena. "We jus' got back today. How've ya been?"
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"Dude, you went all Hollywood on us! You look great!"
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“I look good enough t’sway ya t’the dark side?” Davin teases, pressing a smacking kiss to Kim’s cheek before pulling back to look at him. “How’ve ya been, man?”
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It felt good to hug Davin. His friend was such a physical person that going without a Davin hug for an extended period of time was likely to leave someone with withdrawals. It was really good to have his friend back.
"Hah, I am so close to being curious enough to kiss you with some tongue," Kim said with a grin. "And I've been pretty good. You?"
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He winks and then shrugs, laughing as Edan rubs up against Kim's legs. "I'm goin' pretty good, man. All that time in Ireland did me good."
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