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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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But Siren Cove is a small town, and it would be best if they could be cordial to each other, at least. Maybe they can even be friends someday. Davin doesn't really know if they could be anything more again, because the problems that drove them apart are still there. Davin is still a witch. James is still a Thornton. But they don't have to be enemies.
He smiles when James comes back with his usual order, which he still remembers after all this time. The smile falters when he asks about Ireland, because most of Davin's time there was spent submersing himself in the coven and its history, and being trained on how to unlock the true extent of his powers. It's probably not something James would want to hear about.
"It was really nice," he says, watching as Edan hops up onto a chair and watches them. "I got t'spend a lot o' time with me gran. Lots t'see in Ireland. It's a beautiful place."
He takes a sip of his coffee and looks up at James. "How are you, then? Still workin' too much?"
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James wasn't prepared for Davin's sudden reappearance. He hadn't spent enough time thinking about what it would mean when he returned, mainly because the subject hurt to think about. Should they be friends or strangers? Would the town even be big enough? It's not like he thought he was over Davin, but confronted with the guy now, he didn't think he was over much of any of it. He wasn't mad, just confused. And for a moment sitting there he felt uncomfortable. Another strange feeling, as he was always so comfortable with Davin.
But Davin's smile at the food did ease some of his anxiousness. He did what he could to push away his own discomfort, leaning over to take a careful sip from his coffee.
"Working, yes," James said, nodding, but he looked at Edan when he answered. He didn't exactly want to get into just how much he worked now nor why. Troubled thoughts aside, he shook his head a little. There was a fox sitting at this table. "Should I have gotten him something? Was that rude?" he asked glancing back at Davin with a smile.
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"No, it's okay. I fed 'im when we got home," Davin assures him. He goes share his food with Edan from time to time, but not usually in public. Edan huffs and looks back and forth between them, tail thumping once against the chair.
"Anythin' big happen while I was gone?" Davin asks, brow quirked curiously. "I talked t'Mira a lot but never really asked fer gossip."
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James couldn't argue. He knew next to nothing about foxes and even less about magical ones. Or Edan wasn't magic the same way witches were, he didn't think, but he was definitely intelligently following their conversation with eager looking eyes. If James lived anywhere else he would've thought it impossible, but Edan was barely a blip on the strange-o-meter.
And that's why Davin asked what he did. "Nothing catastrophic, but if this town were too quiet it'd be wrong." And yet, the past few months had seemed quiet...
"Have you seen Mira yet?" he asked curious. Mira had always been nice to him, but she had no reason to talk to James much anymore.
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The silence threatens to get awkward, and Davin clears his throat. "How're the siblings?"
This all feels like things that they should know about each other, and it feels so strange that they've gone months without talking. But that's how things are now, he supposes. They're practically strangers again.
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They hadn't been able to work it out back then. Why would they be able to work it out now?
He sighed rubbing a hand over his face. He was tired, and this was not helping. "Things are gonna be strange for awhile, aren't they? I suppose I didn't expect differently but..." But now Davin was actually here, and he saw just how strange. He didn't even know if they could be friends.
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"Aye, I s'pose you're right," Davin says tiredly, taking a sip of his coffee and shifting awkwardly. "It might be foolish o' us t'think otherwise."
He does hope that they can be friends, at least. But who knows?
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He looked at Davin soothing Edan. "Maybe," he said then glanced at his watch, feeling as though he needed to leave and think through all of this. "I should probably head back to work. I was sent out on a coffee run, I don't think SCPD will be fully operational until I return." He didn't move yet, but added, "I'm glad you're back, I hope you know know that."
Then he stood up. "Edan, it was nice to see you as well."
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“Sure,” Davin says, sitting up straight and meeting James’ eye. He’s gotten better at masking his emotions and not wearing them so openly like he always did before. He used to show everything with his face, and now he just looks up at James placidly, aside from the tiny furrow between his brows to show that he’s displeased.
Edan lets out a chitter when James addresses him, seeming confused by the attention, and he flicks his tail before looking away and turning his gaze back on Davin. He can feel how upset Davin is, and wants to jump into his lap, but he knows now isn’t the best time.
“See ya ‘round, James,” he says, smiling tightly and looking back down into his coffee. His phone chirps, letting him know that Mira will be here any moment, and it’ll keep him from sitting here awkward and alone.