tell the world that i'm coming home [open to all!]

[davin]

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. ♥]

Comments

[brigid_moran]

Brigid called a farewell to the baristas at Quill as she pushed through the door and out to the street, blowing on the to-go cup in her hands. She stopped and took a deep breath in of the crisp, cool and slightly coffee scented air and grinned. There was just something about winter that invigorated her.

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."

[jamesthorn]

The snow was thick outside, covering every inch of the sidewalks and the roads, waiting for the city's snow trucks to come through and clear things out again. That didn't stop the guys in the department from electing James to go on the morning run to Quill for coffees and food.

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.

[astra_inclinant]

Mira jumps up at the text. Davin flew her out for her birthday, and -- much as she'd protested the money being spent -- she'd soaked up Ireland and the time alone with her best friend, as well as the time to catch up in person instead over oddly timed Skypes and snapchats.

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."

[do_what_thou_wilt]

Snow's falling when Auryn heads to Quill for lunch. At work, most repairs have been recent transplants improperly winterizing their cars, and at home, snow-proofing his own property has been a process. Between magic and good old fashioned hard work, he thinks he might be ready to buckle down for the supposed storm they're getting in a few days.

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."

[meowhistory]

Lena loved her coffee, but didn't love how jittery it made her, so she knew only to reach for it when absolutely necessary. Her first test coming up tonight, nerves already making her jittery, sounded like a great excuse for an even greater coffee.
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.

[phoenixfalling]

"Whoa, Davin!" Kim said, almost not recognizing his friend. Davin looked good though, like being away had really been good for him. Kim's friend looked a bit more muscular and the tattoo was a good addition but mostly Davin looked more comfortable in his own skin. Or at least it seemed that way to Kim.

"Dude, you went all Hollywood on us! You look great!"