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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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“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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"Yeah, I can see," Kim said, laughing as he stood back to look over Davin again. Davin had always been full of energy and life but now he looked more... solid. And not just because of the extra muscle. Reaching down Kim scratched Edan behind the ears, giving the dog some attention. "You look like... I don't know, like you found part of yourself? Wait, where is Edan?! What is- is this a fox?"
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“That is Edan,” Davin tells him, watching as Edan butts up against Kim’s head for more pets. “He’s always been a fox. He’s my familiar.”
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"He was a dog," Kim said, pretty sure that he'd seen pictures of Davin with a dog and this was a fox. Did Davin know how to change animals into other things now? That seemed like some pretty scary magic stuff going on.
"Weren't you a dog?" he asked, looking down to scratch the fox again.
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“He looked like a dog,” Davin corrects. “I had a glamour on ‘im a lot of the time when I wasn’t at home with the coven. Easier t’travel around with a dog than a fox. T’humans he looked like a little terrier, aye? But to me he always looked like a fox.”
Edan lets out a chitter and tips his head back, obviously pleased with all the attention. “But everyone knows how Siren Cove is. I didn’t feel like there was a need t’hide ‘im here.”
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"He's a very handsome fox," Kim said, smiling down at the dog. Edan really was a beautiful animal with the red fur and the look about him that made him look just a bit wild. The fox fit Davin really, really well. "Does he help you control your magic?"
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He holds out a hand, and then blue sparks dance around Edan’s whiskers, brushing Kim’s cheek. The sparks would feel like a soft, painless buzz against Kim’s skin, almost like a kiss. “He’s very important.”
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Kim watched as Davin electrified Edan (or something like that) and he felt the sparks against his cheek. It was kind of cool, actually. While he hated his own magic he had always thought Davin's was amazing. He was glad his friend had gotten more training.
"Yeah, are you taking good care of my friend?" Kim asked the fox. "Because he's a really special guy."