phone & text post
This is Davin. If ya have the means, you should really hang up an' text me. But if ya must, leave a message after the beep.
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ooc; character permissions
OOC PREFERENCES: Permissions for OOC game activity.
CONTACT METHODS: Any and all is fine! My twitter is open and checked often (alovething). Email and gchat are good too. If you would like either of those, just ask me (via twitter or a PM on Davin's journal).
THREADJACKING: If a post is marked closed for a certain character, I would prefer it stay between Davin and that character. If a post is open or it's a toplevel, I don't see this being a problem as long as you just let me know what's going on.
SLOWTAGGING/BACKTAGGING: It only becomes a problem with me when it results in timeline overlaps (ie if I need to know what happened in a prior thread before I can start a new one). I tend to tag quicker and move my characters forward, but of course I understand that real life comes first and people tag when they can. That's no problem. Just drop me a line and let me know!
NSFW: Very much yes please. 8)
AVOIDED SUBJECTS: Nothing that I can think of off the top of my head. I have things that bother me personally but I could play them out in fiction if it made for good plot. If you have something you'd like to do that's a heavy/complicated subject matter, just talk to me about it. Not sure it would ever come up, but Davin would never willingly or knowingly be with someone who was in an established relationship.
PREFERRED GENDER PRONOUN: She/her is fine.
( here lies my complete inability to shut the hell up )
CONTACT METHODS: Any and all is fine! My twitter is open and checked often (alovething). Email and gchat are good too. If you would like either of those, just ask me (via twitter or a PM on Davin's journal).
THREADJACKING: If a post is marked closed for a certain character, I would prefer it stay between Davin and that character. If a post is open or it's a toplevel, I don't see this being a problem as long as you just let me know what's going on.
SLOWTAGGING/BACKTAGGING: It only becomes a problem with me when it results in timeline overlaps (ie if I need to know what happened in a prior thread before I can start a new one). I tend to tag quicker and move my characters forward, but of course I understand that real life comes first and people tag when they can. That's no problem. Just drop me a line and let me know!
NSFW: Very much yes please. 8)
AVOIDED SUBJECTS: Nothing that I can think of off the top of my head. I have things that bother me personally but I could play them out in fiction if it made for good plot. If you have something you'd like to do that's a heavy/complicated subject matter, just talk to me about it. Not sure it would ever come up, but Davin would never willingly or knowingly be with someone who was in an established relationship.
PREFERRED GENDER PRONOUN: She/her is fine.
( here lies my complete inability to shut the hell up )
plotting page - davin kavanagh
Davin is an easygoing guy that likes to laugh and have fun. He's of Irish descent with an accent to prove it, and he always looks a bit like a grease monkey, thanks to all the hours he spends as head mechanic at one of the best auto shops in town.
He's incredibly smart and spends a lot of time at the library and sneaking into lectures at the local college. He's funny and brave and up for most things.
He's 22 and has lived in Siren Cove for about ten years now. He's gay and likes to flirt, and also very single for the time being. Since he's spent his teenage and young adult years in town, he'd be familiar with a lot of the residents in town. If you think your character and Davin would be friends, or have any sort of relationship, let me know! Did they date, have an awkward one night stand?
If you want Davin for anything, drop a line here and we'll make it work!
He's incredibly smart and spends a lot of time at the library and sneaking into lectures at the local college. He's funny and brave and up for most things.
He's 22 and has lived in Siren Cove for about ten years now. He's gay and likes to flirt, and also very single for the time being. Since he's spent his teenage and young adult years in town, he'd be familiar with a lot of the residents in town. If you think your character and Davin would be friends, or have any sort of relationship, let me know! Did they date, have an awkward one night stand?
If you want Davin for anything, drop a line here and we'll make it work!
davin kavanagh - a profile
NAME: Davin Kavanagh
AGE: 22
OCCUPATION: Mechanic
SPECIES: Witch
NOTE: Speaks with an Irish accent that gets heavier when he's tired, drunk, or angry.
( the rest of the 411 )
AGE: 22
OCCUPATION: Mechanic
SPECIES: Witch
NOTE: Speaks with an Irish accent that gets heavier when he's tired, drunk, or angry.
( the rest of the 411 )
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[closed for james]
It feels really, really good to be back at work. He missed his shop, and the guys that he works with. Being back under the hoods of cars feels like coming up, and Davin is even better at it now, given all he learned back home.
About halfway through the day, a call comes in from a Roadside Assistance agency that they're on contract with. A BMW is dead out on the highway, and Davin doesn't think much of it. He likes to take these kinds of calls, because a lot of the time it's something that he can fix with magic, like a dead battery or a loose wire.
So he hops into the tow truck and heads out to find the car. There are plenty of people in Siren Cove who drive BMWs, and Davin doesn't worry about who may be behind the wheel until he pulls up behind the car only to see an aggravated James leaning against the side of it. Maybe he should have asked for a name before taking the call.
Oh boy.
This is his job, and he's a professional, so he hops out of the truck with a pleasant enough smile. They haven't talked since William's funeral, and Davin isn't exactly surprised. But it's fine. It's... whatever. "James, hey. What seems t'be the trouble?"
About halfway through the day, a call comes in from a Roadside Assistance agency that they're on contract with. A BMW is dead out on the highway, and Davin doesn't think much of it. He likes to take these kinds of calls, because a lot of the time it's something that he can fix with magic, like a dead battery or a loose wire.
So he hops into the tow truck and heads out to find the car. There are plenty of people in Siren Cove who drive BMWs, and Davin doesn't worry about who may be behind the wheel until he pulls up behind the car only to see an aggravated James leaning against the side of it. Maybe he should have asked for a name before taking the call.
Oh boy.
This is his job, and he's a professional, so he hops out of the truck with a pleasant enough smile. They haven't talked since William's funeral, and Davin isn't exactly surprised. But it's fine. It's... whatever. "James, hey. What seems t'be the trouble?"
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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when you're the best of friends [open to all!]
Davin is so glad that all that weird weather is over. The cold was making his hand ache in ways that he'd rather not think about. Sometimes when he's sleeping over at James' he'll wake up in the middle of the night and have to look down at his hand to make sure that his fingers aren't mangled, flexing them over and over just so he's fully convinced that they've healed.
He isn't sure what he'll do come winter when it's freezing cold all the time. Hopefully it's something that he'll get used to, and the aching of his hand won't make him vividly remember how he sustained the original injuries in the first place.
But now, the storm is over and the weather is warm again, so Davin heads out to take full advantage of the last lingering days of summer. He's out in the woods, deeper than he usually goes on his runs, but something made him want to push himself. He's moving along barely worn trails and hopping over fallen logs, glistening with sweat and panting.
A sudden squeak and a rustling coming from a nearby bush make him stumble to a stop, and he looks over at the shrubbery with a wary expression. But what pops out of the bush isn't something set on attacking him. It's a little baby fox, and Davin blinks as it fearlessly trots over to sit at his feet.
"Hello," Davin says, and he finds himself unable to look away. He slowly drops to his knees in the grass and the fox approaches with a happy chitter, rubbing itself all over Davin's hand. His fingers sort of spark at the first touch to the fox's downy soft fur, and his magic buzzes delightfully through his entire body. "Oh."
He smooths his hand down the fox's back and then stands up, still blinking in confusion as he takes a few steps back towards the city. The fox yips and chases after him, loping along dutifully beside him. Davin lets out an awed little laugh and pulls out his phone, snapping a photo of the fox.
I'm going to need you to send me everything you have on familiars, he types out, and then sends the text to his grandma, along with the photo. She has a familiar, this grumpy old orange tabby named Flannery, and it never really occurred to Davin that he would find one too. Not every witch has one; not even a lot of witches have one.
But the longer Davin looks down at this happy looking kit, and the more it follows alongside him like it is meant to be there, he just knows. He knows.
This is his familiar, and it's a fox. Hell yes.
They get back to the city and Davin kneels down, scooping up the fox who crawls up to perch on his shoulder, fluffy tail wrapping around his neck. He chuckles and looks over at it, stuck in a sense of wonder as he heads for his apartment. People are watching him as they pass, but Davin doesn't even care. This is his familiar. The fox is exactly where it's supposed to be.
"So, I guess we're bros now," Davin says, and the fox gnaws on his hair in agreement, probably. "What does a fox even eat? Maybe we should go see Coop. D'ya wanna go let a hot vet feel ya up?"
The fox lets out another chittering sound and Davin nods, smoothing his hand down the fox's tail. "I guess ya need a name."
He hums and then lifts the fox up, looking it over before depositing it back onto his shoulder. "A boy name. Yeah, I'll think o' somethin' great. Don't ya worry."
[Spot Davin walking through town with his new familiar, a baby red fox! Or, for people who don't know that Davin is a witch, wonder why this dumbass is wandering around with a wild animal. This is set after the storm has completely passed.]
He isn't sure what he'll do come winter when it's freezing cold all the time. Hopefully it's something that he'll get used to, and the aching of his hand won't make him vividly remember how he sustained the original injuries in the first place.
But now, the storm is over and the weather is warm again, so Davin heads out to take full advantage of the last lingering days of summer. He's out in the woods, deeper than he usually goes on his runs, but something made him want to push himself. He's moving along barely worn trails and hopping over fallen logs, glistening with sweat and panting.
A sudden squeak and a rustling coming from a nearby bush make him stumble to a stop, and he looks over at the shrubbery with a wary expression. But what pops out of the bush isn't something set on attacking him. It's a little baby fox, and Davin blinks as it fearlessly trots over to sit at his feet.
"Hello," Davin says, and he finds himself unable to look away. He slowly drops to his knees in the grass and the fox approaches with a happy chitter, rubbing itself all over Davin's hand. His fingers sort of spark at the first touch to the fox's downy soft fur, and his magic buzzes delightfully through his entire body. "Oh."
He smooths his hand down the fox's back and then stands up, still blinking in confusion as he takes a few steps back towards the city. The fox yips and chases after him, loping along dutifully beside him. Davin lets out an awed little laugh and pulls out his phone, snapping a photo of the fox.
I'm going to need you to send me everything you have on familiars, he types out, and then sends the text to his grandma, along with the photo. She has a familiar, this grumpy old orange tabby named Flannery, and it never really occurred to Davin that he would find one too. Not every witch has one; not even a lot of witches have one.
But the longer Davin looks down at this happy looking kit, and the more it follows alongside him like it is meant to be there, he just knows. He knows.
This is his familiar, and it's a fox. Hell yes.
They get back to the city and Davin kneels down, scooping up the fox who crawls up to perch on his shoulder, fluffy tail wrapping around his neck. He chuckles and looks over at it, stuck in a sense of wonder as he heads for his apartment. People are watching him as they pass, but Davin doesn't even care. This is his familiar. The fox is exactly where it's supposed to be.
"So, I guess we're bros now," Davin says, and the fox gnaws on his hair in agreement, probably. "What does a fox even eat? Maybe we should go see Coop. D'ya wanna go let a hot vet feel ya up?"
The fox lets out another chittering sound and Davin nods, smoothing his hand down the fox's tail. "I guess ya need a name."
He hums and then lifts the fox up, looking it over before depositing it back onto his shoulder. "A boy name. Yeah, I'll think o' somethin' great. Don't ya worry."
[Spot Davin walking through town with his new familiar, a baby red fox! Or, for people who don't know that Davin is a witch, wonder why this dumbass is wandering around with a wild animal. This is set after the storm has completely passed.]
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just need a little light (closed; james)
Davin doesn't really know what's wrong with him.
Well, he has some ideas. He's been through a lot. A whole lot, but he should be better than this. He should be stronger. But apparently he isn't. He can feel himself withdrawing, getting quieter. Getting sad. This isn't a new feeling to Davin in the slightest, but he's always been able to beat it before. He's always been able to come out on top, no matter what he's faced.
Maybe not this time.
He feels this desperate urge to get away from the city, and he finds himself thinking about Brigid's shrine. He could be in Ireland in under an hour, and the temptation is strong. Really, incredibly strong. But he can't just leave. He has responsibilities. He has James.
Davin knows that he isn't really being fair to James. It's a lot of pressure to put on what's still a fairly new relationship, but he's trying. He feels best when he's in James' arms, and that means so much to him. It's why he wants to go away with him so badly. Part of it, anyway. But that isn't right either. The trip is supposed to be a happy event, not an escape. He just needs to try harder. '
He's home from work, and he's exhausted. His potions sped up his healing and his cast is already off. There are no physical reminders left from his time with Roman, saved for a faint, silvery scar where the wrench hit his temple. He's back to work full time, maybe a little bit more than full time, but he still loves what he does. Working on cars helps clear his head, and makes everything feel a little bit normal.
After his shower, he's considering just going to bed. It's still relatively early, but lately he's just been so exhausted. It's summer, but he's pale. There are dark circles under his eyes, and even though his enchanted charm keeps the actual nightmares away, he still has trouble falling to sleep. Everything is just so much.
He's standing in the door of his bedroom when there's a knock on the front door. After pulling on some sweats, he goes over to open it. James is standing on the other side, and Davin's mouth curves up into a genuine smile. He brightens a little at the unexpected visit, and he stands up a little straighter. "Hey, babe. It's good t'see ya. Come on in."
Well, he has some ideas. He's been through a lot. A whole lot, but he should be better than this. He should be stronger. But apparently he isn't. He can feel himself withdrawing, getting quieter. Getting sad. This isn't a new feeling to Davin in the slightest, but he's always been able to beat it before. He's always been able to come out on top, no matter what he's faced.
Maybe not this time.
He feels this desperate urge to get away from the city, and he finds himself thinking about Brigid's shrine. He could be in Ireland in under an hour, and the temptation is strong. Really, incredibly strong. But he can't just leave. He has responsibilities. He has James.
Davin knows that he isn't really being fair to James. It's a lot of pressure to put on what's still a fairly new relationship, but he's trying. He feels best when he's in James' arms, and that means so much to him. It's why he wants to go away with him so badly. Part of it, anyway. But that isn't right either. The trip is supposed to be a happy event, not an escape. He just needs to try harder. '
He's home from work, and he's exhausted. His potions sped up his healing and his cast is already off. There are no physical reminders left from his time with Roman, saved for a faint, silvery scar where the wrench hit his temple. He's back to work full time, maybe a little bit more than full time, but he still loves what he does. Working on cars helps clear his head, and makes everything feel a little bit normal.
After his shower, he's considering just going to bed. It's still relatively early, but lately he's just been so exhausted. It's summer, but he's pale. There are dark circles under his eyes, and even though his enchanted charm keeps the actual nightmares away, he still has trouble falling to sleep. Everything is just so much.
He's standing in the door of his bedroom when there's a knock on the front door. After pulling on some sweats, he goes over to open it. James is standing on the other side, and Davin's mouth curves up into a genuine smile. He brightens a little at the unexpected visit, and he stands up a little straighter. "Hey, babe. It's good t'see ya. Come on in."
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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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so darling, darling stand by me (closed; mira, raleigh. dated to 5/20.)
After spending most of the day in the hospital, Davin was released with a cast on his right hand and a few stitches in his temple, along with other various bandages. His face is bruised but Joel's potion, along with Davin's own, helped with the swelling. The prognosis on his hand is good, and for that Davin is relieved. He knows a lot of it had to do with Joel's potion. It helped repair the bones and get them all in the right place by the time he went in for x-rays, so he didn't even have to have surgery on it. His own potion will help speed along the healing process, but for now he's stuck with this cast and the sobering realization of how much it sucks to not be able to use your dominant hand.
James brought him home and Davin got him to help make a batch of hot cocoa, because nothing, not even being under blankets in the hospital, made him feel warm. It wasn't until he had cocoa in his belly and James' arms around him in bed that he was finally able to relax and sink into that warmth, allowing himself to really sleep for the first time in days.
Now, an entire day has passed since he and Spencer were saved from that warehouse, and Davin is already feeling a little better. He moves to the couch with a new batch of cocoa, burrowing under a pile of blankets even though it's perfectly pleasant outside. He just can't seem to chase that chill away, not unless James' arms are around him.
Davin assures James that it's okay for him to go down to the station for awhile, and tells him that he has friends coming over to look after him. He leaves with a kiss and a promise to bring back some food, and Davin watches him go with a soft smile.
He hasn't seen Mira or Raleigh since he was taken, and he's missed them terribly. He spoke to them both briefly on the phone, and now they're on their way over. The door is locked up tight until Joel can come teach him how to set up wards, but Mira has a key and instructions to let herself in. Davin curls up in his nest of blankets and carefully moves until he finds a position that isn't too hard on his cracked ribs.
His friends will be here soon, and then James will come back. It's okay; he's safe. Davin takes a breath and closes his eyes, drifting off into a light sleep while he waits.
James brought him home and Davin got him to help make a batch of hot cocoa, because nothing, not even being under blankets in the hospital, made him feel warm. It wasn't until he had cocoa in his belly and James' arms around him in bed that he was finally able to relax and sink into that warmth, allowing himself to really sleep for the first time in days.
Now, an entire day has passed since he and Spencer were saved from that warehouse, and Davin is already feeling a little better. He moves to the couch with a new batch of cocoa, burrowing under a pile of blankets even though it's perfectly pleasant outside. He just can't seem to chase that chill away, not unless James' arms are around him.
Davin assures James that it's okay for him to go down to the station for awhile, and tells him that he has friends coming over to look after him. He leaves with a kiss and a promise to bring back some food, and Davin watches him go with a soft smile.
He hasn't seen Mira or Raleigh since he was taken, and he's missed them terribly. He spoke to them both briefly on the phone, and now they're on their way over. The door is locked up tight until Joel can come teach him how to set up wards, but Mira has a key and instructions to let herself in. Davin curls up in his nest of blankets and carefully moves until he finds a position that isn't too hard on his cracked ribs.
His friends will be here soon, and then James will come back. It's okay; he's safe. Davin takes a breath and closes his eyes, drifting off into a light sleep while he waits.
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there will be peace when you are done (closed; spencer, joel, james. tw; violence)
Davin doesn’t sleep.
He’s afraid of losing his grip on this tiny spark, this glowing little ember of his magic that’s peeking through. If he loses concentration, it could extinguish into nothing. So Spencer sleeps, head pillowed on Joel’s cardigan where it’s propped against the corner, and Davin paces.
The more he paces, the more the fear starts to fade away, all burned up by that glowing ember. Anger fills the empty space left behind, pulsing hot and insistent in his veins in time with the throbbing of his broken hand. The tips of his fingers are purple and he’s worried about circulation. He’s worried that by the time they get out of here, because they will, that it will be too late. He won’t be able to work on cars anymore, or play his guitar when he’s in the mood, or slide his fingers up into James’ hair like he likes.
But he pushes that to the back of his mind, and he paces. His magic is there, fluttering like baby birds’ wings under his skin and beneath his breastbone, and it’s getting stronger. Davin wills it to get stronger. He imagines his grandmother standing there and telling him that he is a descendant of the Kavanagh clan. The blood of history’s greatest witches runs through his veins and he is strong. He is powerful, and he will fight. His magic cannot be extinguished, not by any means, because Davin won’t let it be.
Isn’t that right, my buachaill draíochta? Yer the youngest an’ strongest of our line, Davin. Ya were born t’lead us all, an’ ya will fight. No silly little charm can keep yer powers at bay. You’ll fight an’ you’ll win, d’ya hear me, boy?
“Yes,” Davin whispers, and he swears his sees a flash of auburn hair out of the corner of his eye. It’s not real, he’s sure. It’s a trick brought on by his hunger and exhaustion, his desperation, perhaps even the head injuries, but he knows that’s what she would say if she were here. It’s what he needs to hear, and she’s right.
Davin closes his eyes and grits his teeth, focusing on that weak little flutter inside of him. He tugs at it, concentrating on the anger and the pain, on just how badly he wants to get out and see his loved ones again, how much he wants to get Spencer back to Joel. His magic gets brighter and brighter and Davin is breathing hard, and suddenly he feels it wash over him. It’s weak, but it’s there. It’s there, and Davin opens his eyes to see the bare, dirty lightbulb above his head glowing dimly.
Because of him.
Davin lets out a deep breath and cuts the light before it can draw any attention, and then he holds out his good hand and pulls. A single screw cuts a line through the water and flies through the air to land neatly in Davin’s palm. It’s long and sturdy, and Davin curls his fingers around with a dark, bitter smirk.
The tables have turned, and they’re going to win.
He doesn’t have any time to wake up Spencer up and tell him before he hears footsteps approaching, but maybe it’s better this way. He has to sell it, after all. Davin puts the screw in his pocket and sits back down against the wall, doing his best to look defeated.
Roman strolls through the door with his bat over one shoulder and a large, thick book under one arm. Spencer wakes up and makes a pained nose, like he’s jarred one of his many injuries, and Davin rests his broken fingers in the cool water to try and get some relief. “Morning, boys! Do you have an answer I’m going to like today, Davin? Or should I put my batting skills to good use?”
He takes a practice swing and mimes looking into the sun, and then grins as he turns to look at them. Davin swallows hard and glares up at him, not daring to look at Spencer’s face.
“Yes,” Davin says quietly, brokenly, like it’s the last thing he ever wants to do. “I’ll do the spell. I’ll take Joel’s magic.”
He’s afraid of losing his grip on this tiny spark, this glowing little ember of his magic that’s peeking through. If he loses concentration, it could extinguish into nothing. So Spencer sleeps, head pillowed on Joel’s cardigan where it’s propped against the corner, and Davin paces.
The more he paces, the more the fear starts to fade away, all burned up by that glowing ember. Anger fills the empty space left behind, pulsing hot and insistent in his veins in time with the throbbing of his broken hand. The tips of his fingers are purple and he’s worried about circulation. He’s worried that by the time they get out of here, because they will, that it will be too late. He won’t be able to work on cars anymore, or play his guitar when he’s in the mood, or slide his fingers up into James’ hair like he likes.
But he pushes that to the back of his mind, and he paces. His magic is there, fluttering like baby birds’ wings under his skin and beneath his breastbone, and it’s getting stronger. Davin wills it to get stronger. He imagines his grandmother standing there and telling him that he is a descendant of the Kavanagh clan. The blood of history’s greatest witches runs through his veins and he is strong. He is powerful, and he will fight. His magic cannot be extinguished, not by any means, because Davin won’t let it be.
Isn’t that right, my buachaill draíochta? Yer the youngest an’ strongest of our line, Davin. Ya were born t’lead us all, an’ ya will fight. No silly little charm can keep yer powers at bay. You’ll fight an’ you’ll win, d’ya hear me, boy?
“Yes,” Davin whispers, and he swears his sees a flash of auburn hair out of the corner of his eye. It’s not real, he’s sure. It’s a trick brought on by his hunger and exhaustion, his desperation, perhaps even the head injuries, but he knows that’s what she would say if she were here. It’s what he needs to hear, and she’s right.
Davin closes his eyes and grits his teeth, focusing on that weak little flutter inside of him. He tugs at it, concentrating on the anger and the pain, on just how badly he wants to get out and see his loved ones again, how much he wants to get Spencer back to Joel. His magic gets brighter and brighter and Davin is breathing hard, and suddenly he feels it wash over him. It’s weak, but it’s there. It’s there, and Davin opens his eyes to see the bare, dirty lightbulb above his head glowing dimly.
Because of him.
Davin lets out a deep breath and cuts the light before it can draw any attention, and then he holds out his good hand and pulls. A single screw cuts a line through the water and flies through the air to land neatly in Davin’s palm. It’s long and sturdy, and Davin curls his fingers around with a dark, bitter smirk.
The tables have turned, and they’re going to win.
He doesn’t have any time to wake up Spencer up and tell him before he hears footsteps approaching, but maybe it’s better this way. He has to sell it, after all. Davin puts the screw in his pocket and sits back down against the wall, doing his best to look defeated.
Roman strolls through the door with his bat over one shoulder and a large, thick book under one arm. Spencer wakes up and makes a pained nose, like he’s jarred one of his many injuries, and Davin rests his broken fingers in the cool water to try and get some relief. “Morning, boys! Do you have an answer I’m going to like today, Davin? Or should I put my batting skills to good use?”
He takes a practice swing and mimes looking into the sun, and then grins as he turns to look at them. Davin swallows hard and glares up at him, not daring to look at Spencer’s face.
“Yes,” Davin says quietly, brokenly, like it’s the last thing he ever wants to do. “I’ll do the spell. I’ll take Joel’s magic.”
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if you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends (closed; grant&alex)
Davin doesn't often visit James at work.
It's not like swinging by to say hi to a barista or popping in to see a stock boy at Best Buy. James works inside of police station, and that doesn't really seem like the kind of place you just casually hang out in. James is a cop, and a busy one at that, so Davin usually tries not to bother him while he's on duty. But he knows that James has been working especially hard lately, and he also knows that James has a habit of forgetting to eat.
Davin finds himself with a bit of extra time for lunch, so he swings by Quill to get some stuff to go (including James' beloved chili cheese fries) and heads for the station. Things have been kind of rough for Davin lately, considering the spell and the whole dragon slaying thing. Sometimes Davin is worried that him being a witch will end up being too much for James, but so far they're making it work. James' birthday is coming up and Davin is considering asking him if he wants to get out of town for a few days, just the two of them somewhere far away from Siren Cove and all its drama, just for a bit.
For now though, dragging him away from his desk to eat some chili cheese fries will have to do.
He climbs the steps to the station and he's just about to reach for the door when it opens and two people spill out, laughing together, and Davin recognizes them as James' friends and co-workers. They've been introduced in passing, but he's never really had anything resembling a conversation with either of them. They turn to look at him and Davin smiles, holding up a greasy brown bag.
"Hey guys. I was just bringin' James some food," Davin says in greeting. "He gets grumpy if he goes too long without his cheese fries, as I'm sure ya know."
Davin is slightly nervous being faced with them without James as a buffer, just because he knows how important they are to him. He also knows that he's very different from the people that James (and his friends) associate with. He just wants to make a good impression.
It's not like swinging by to say hi to a barista or popping in to see a stock boy at Best Buy. James works inside of police station, and that doesn't really seem like the kind of place you just casually hang out in. James is a cop, and a busy one at that, so Davin usually tries not to bother him while he's on duty. But he knows that James has been working especially hard lately, and he also knows that James has a habit of forgetting to eat.
Davin finds himself with a bit of extra time for lunch, so he swings by Quill to get some stuff to go (including James' beloved chili cheese fries) and heads for the station. Things have been kind of rough for Davin lately, considering the spell and the whole dragon slaying thing. Sometimes Davin is worried that him being a witch will end up being too much for James, but so far they're making it work. James' birthday is coming up and Davin is considering asking him if he wants to get out of town for a few days, just the two of them somewhere far away from Siren Cove and all its drama, just for a bit.
For now though, dragging him away from his desk to eat some chili cheese fries will have to do.
He climbs the steps to the station and he's just about to reach for the door when it opens and two people spill out, laughing together, and Davin recognizes them as James' friends and co-workers. They've been introduced in passing, but he's never really had anything resembling a conversation with either of them. They turn to look at him and Davin smiles, holding up a greasy brown bag.
"Hey guys. I was just bringin' James some food," Davin says in greeting. "He gets grumpy if he goes too long without his cheese fries, as I'm sure ya know."
Davin is slightly nervous being faced with them without James as a buffer, just because he knows how important they are to him. He also knows that he's very different from the people that James (and his friends) associate with. He just wants to make a good impression.
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and they lived.... (closed; james)
Grimhilde Manor is in the middle of freaking nowhere.
Luckily, in the place of the carriage that brought James and Davin to the ball is now James' BMW. Davin doesn't give it much thought, and just helps James into the passenger seat. He's hurt pretty bad but not in any way that Davin can't fix. He cups his cheek, the one that isn't scraped up and raw, and leans in to press a trembling kiss to his forehead. "I'll get us outta here, okay? It's gonna be okay."
He shuts the door and goes over to the driver's seat. Davin's entire body aches, and his head is throbbing, but he'll be fine. It's all going to be fine. At least, he hopes it will.
The keys are sitting in the ignition and Davin starts up the car, spitting gravel as he flips it around and heads away from the manor. James has his head back against the seat, eyes closed, and Davin keeps glancing at him worriedly as he drives. He doesn't really know how James is going to react to what he just saw. It was a huge burst of magic, in which Davin killed something, but Davin's hand was forced. He didn't want to do it; he had to if he wanted to save them. His hands are still shaking, and his heart is pounding away in his chest. Maybe he'd go into shock, if he wasn't so wholly focused on getting them somewhere safe.
Davin's shop is on the way to James' house, so he pulls into the parking lot and looks over at James' quizzical expression. Davin swallows hard and unbuckles his seat belt, tossing the door open. "I just need t'grab somethin'. I'll be right back."
There's a small wooden box in a locked drawer in Davin's office that holds a few vials of his healing potion, just in case, and he rushes in to grab it. He runs back out to the car and sets it on the console before pointing the car towards James' house. Once they're at the cottage he puts the car in park, grabbing the box before going around to open James' door. He hooks James' good arm over his shoulders and helps him up, leading him up to the front door and unlocking it. Davin helps him over to the sofa and sits him down, taking a few steps back and biting his lip.
"I - " Davin swallows hard, eyes shining, and he has no idea what to say. He's just so fucking scared and upset, and he wraps his arms around himself as he looks helplessly at James.
Luckily, in the place of the carriage that brought James and Davin to the ball is now James' BMW. Davin doesn't give it much thought, and just helps James into the passenger seat. He's hurt pretty bad but not in any way that Davin can't fix. He cups his cheek, the one that isn't scraped up and raw, and leans in to press a trembling kiss to his forehead. "I'll get us outta here, okay? It's gonna be okay."
He shuts the door and goes over to the driver's seat. Davin's entire body aches, and his head is throbbing, but he'll be fine. It's all going to be fine. At least, he hopes it will.
The keys are sitting in the ignition and Davin starts up the car, spitting gravel as he flips it around and heads away from the manor. James has his head back against the seat, eyes closed, and Davin keeps glancing at him worriedly as he drives. He doesn't really know how James is going to react to what he just saw. It was a huge burst of magic, in which Davin killed something, but Davin's hand was forced. He didn't want to do it; he had to if he wanted to save them. His hands are still shaking, and his heart is pounding away in his chest. Maybe he'd go into shock, if he wasn't so wholly focused on getting them somewhere safe.
Davin's shop is on the way to James' house, so he pulls into the parking lot and looks over at James' quizzical expression. Davin swallows hard and unbuckles his seat belt, tossing the door open. "I just need t'grab somethin'. I'll be right back."
There's a small wooden box in a locked drawer in Davin's office that holds a few vials of his healing potion, just in case, and he rushes in to grab it. He runs back out to the car and sets it on the console before pointing the car towards James' house. Once they're at the cottage he puts the car in park, grabbing the box before going around to open James' door. He hooks James' good arm over his shoulders and helps him up, leading him up to the front door and unlocking it. Davin helps him over to the sofa and sits him down, taking a few steps back and biting his lip.
"I - " Davin swallows hard, eyes shining, and he has no idea what to say. He's just so fucking scared and upset, and he wraps his arms around himself as he looks helplessly at James.
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one jump ahead of the slowpokes, one skip ahead of my doom (open to all!)
Davin's moral compass is really starting to be a pain in the ass.
He has no money, and there seems to be no way for him to earn money that wouldn't make him feel horrible about himself. Men and women alike have offered to buy him for the night, and he's turned them down. He could do magic for people, but all his contacts come from Coop and therefore they all want dark magic, which is something Davin would never do in any case, but especially not for profit.
His cheekbones have become slightly more pronounced, and he's had to tighten his belt. It's just a sign of the times, and an unfortunate side effect of choosing his apprenticeship over his job at the pub. Coop usually has food out, but Davin only sees him a few times a week. He's able to do odd jobs sometimes, which can earn him room and board for a night or so, but that isn't reliable at all.
Someone is selling fresh baked bread and cured meats at a stall in the marketplace, and Davin is standing and staring with an expression of open longing on his face. He would never steal, but maybe he could charm young man selling the bread for just a scrap, just a crumb. Maybe.
He has no money, and there seems to be no way for him to earn money that wouldn't make him feel horrible about himself. Men and women alike have offered to buy him for the night, and he's turned them down. He could do magic for people, but all his contacts come from Coop and therefore they all want dark magic, which is something Davin would never do in any case, but especially not for profit.
His cheekbones have become slightly more pronounced, and he's had to tighten his belt. It's just a sign of the times, and an unfortunate side effect of choosing his apprenticeship over his job at the pub. Coop usually has food out, but Davin only sees him a few times a week. He's able to do odd jobs sometimes, which can earn him room and board for a night or so, but that isn't reliable at all.
Someone is selling fresh baked bread and cured meats at a stall in the marketplace, and Davin is standing and staring with an expression of open longing on his face. He would never steal, but maybe he could charm young man selling the bread for just a scrap, just a crumb. Maybe.
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family matters (closed; james)
Davin's encounter with Daniel left him pretty unsettled, but he did his best to put it out of his mind and get through the rest of the day at the shop. He'd texted James about it, but the conversation was brief and he doesn't really know where they stand. Jason invites him out for a beer and Davin nearly takes him up on it, but he decides to go home instead.
Once he's in his apartment he takes his phone out of his pocket and looks at the blank screen, feeling unsure of himself. Part of him wants to call James, and another part wants to be left alone. He isn't sure which part is bigger. He drops the phone on the sofa and heads into the bathroom and undresses, taking a shower to get all the dirt and grease off of his skin.
While he's in the shower, he thinks. Daniel seemed to think that what he'd done was that big of a deal, or that it was at least justifiable. He had to have felt some guilt, though, if he came to Davin to tell him what he'd done. James didn't seem too entirely surprised by it either. Is this just something Davin should learn to expect when dating a Thornton? Did he sign away his right to privacy when he agreed to go on that first date?
He's no less confused when he gets out of the shower and he dries off without looking at the mirror, toweling off his messy hair and then pulling on a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a black t-shirt. Once he's back in the living room, it only takes him a second to decide what he wants to do and he heads straight for the kitchen.
Right now? He just really needs to make some hot cocoa.
Once he's in his apartment he takes his phone out of his pocket and looks at the blank screen, feeling unsure of himself. Part of him wants to call James, and another part wants to be left alone. He isn't sure which part is bigger. He drops the phone on the sofa and heads into the bathroom and undresses, taking a shower to get all the dirt and grease off of his skin.
While he's in the shower, he thinks. Daniel seemed to think that what he'd done was that big of a deal, or that it was at least justifiable. He had to have felt some guilt, though, if he came to Davin to tell him what he'd done. James didn't seem too entirely surprised by it either. Is this just something Davin should learn to expect when dating a Thornton? Did he sign away his right to privacy when he agreed to go on that first date?
He's no less confused when he gets out of the shower and he dries off without looking at the mirror, toweling off his messy hair and then pulling on a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a black t-shirt. Once he's back in the living room, it only takes him a second to decide what he wants to do and he heads straight for the kitchen.
Right now? He just really needs to make some hot cocoa.
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happy is he who hath in himself praise and wisdom in life [closed; spencer]
The other night Davin couldn't sleep, so he wandered out into the living room and fired up the History Channel, which led to marathoning all of Vikings, which led to him wanting to know everything there was about vikings. He finishes up at work a bit early and bypasses the library to go to Crossroads instead, hoping to run into any combination of the Waters-Bakers clan. He's in luck when he pushes the door open to see Spencer behind the counter, and Davin lifts his hand in greeting.
"Spencer, hey!" Davin takes off his coat and lays it over a chair before approaching the counter. There's that look in Davin's eyes, that familiar new topic look that Spencer's seen before, and Davin lays his palms on the counter and looks at him intently. "Vikings."
He definitely looks a little over-caffeinated, and he lifts one hand in a wave. "I mean hi, hello, how's the husband an' the bun in the oven, all that. But vikings, man."
"Spencer, hey!" Davin takes off his coat and lays it over a chair before approaching the counter. There's that look in Davin's eyes, that familiar new topic look that Spencer's seen before, and Davin lays his palms on the counter and looks at him intently. "Vikings."
He definitely looks a little over-caffeinated, and he lifts one hand in a wave. "I mean hi, hello, how's the husband an' the bun in the oven, all that. But vikings, man."
hiatus!
Hey guys,
I know I haven't been super active lately. This is mostly due to some health issues that just made me kind of brain dead and the tags just wouldn't come.
And now I am going on vacation! I'll be at Disneyland and then Vegas, baby! I will return on the 17th hopefully refreshed and ready to jump back in with both feet! Caden will also be returning to Siren Cove at that time. :D Davin will be around doing normal Daviny things like working at the shop, hanging with his friends, and courting a certain officer of the law.
If anyone needs me you can reach me via twitter and email!
BYE BYE I LOVE YOU ALL \o/
I know I haven't been super active lately. This is mostly due to some health issues that just made me kind of brain dead and the tags just wouldn't come.
And now I am going on vacation! I'll be at Disneyland and then Vegas, baby! I will return on the 17th hopefully refreshed and ready to jump back in with both feet! Caden will also be returning to Siren Cove at that time. :D Davin will be around doing normal Daviny things like working at the shop, hanging with his friends, and courting a certain officer of the law.
If anyone needs me you can reach me via twitter and email!
BYE BYE I LOVE YOU ALL \o/
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better to give than receive (closed; mira)
So, Davin has had better Christmases. He bummed around in his pajamas eating cookies and watching TV all day and then, against his better judgement, went to his parents' house for dinner. His mom made him some big fuzzy socks to wear around the house and his dad gave him a Barnes & Noble gift card. They're both things he can use, so that's good. His grandma called him to bitch in Gaelic for a good few minutes about how his box got delayed and he laughed at her ire, which made her curse even louder. She ended the call by telling him how much she loves him, how proud she is of her buachaill draíochta.
He feels better after talking to his grandmother, and decides that Christmas wasn't a total wash. Still, he's glad to get back into the swing of things post-holiday, and he goes over to Mira's as soon as he gets a chance. Her gift is wrapped neatly in a small little box and he knocks on the front door rather than texting. Her mother answers and Davin is always glad to see her. She was one of his favorite teachers, after all.
"Hey," he says with a polite wave, stepping inside once she opens the door wider. "Is Mira around?"
He feels better after talking to his grandmother, and decides that Christmas wasn't a total wash. Still, he's glad to get back into the swing of things post-holiday, and he goes over to Mira's as soon as he gets a chance. Her gift is wrapped neatly in a small little box and he knocks on the front door rather than texting. Her mother answers and Davin is always glad to see her. She was one of his favorite teachers, after all.
"Hey," he says with a polite wave, stepping inside once she opens the door wider. "Is Mira around?"
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the coastline is quiet, while we're quietly losing control (open to all!)
(trigger warnings: references to injuries. possible references to violence/homophobia in the comments.)
It's been nearly a week since the... attack, he guesses you would call it. Since he got his ass kicked, is more what he would say. But still, Davin has been cooped up in his apartment for five days and he's starting to go a little stir crazy. He has to get outside or he's going to lose it.
He has only taken a few of the painkillers that the doctor at the hospital prescribed, usually before bed so the pain subsides enough for him to sleep. Today he's feeling a bit better. Broken ribs are no picnic, but today he finds that he can move around relatively easily. It still hurts like a bitch, but it's not unbearable. The last of his potion helped a little, and he bets if he got another set of x-rays done the damage wouldn't be as bad. He pops an ibuprofen and half of a painkiller just to take the edge off before getting dressed and then heads outside. He slips his sunglasses onto his face, which doesn't really hide all the bruising, but covers the worst of it. All the swelling has gone down and his lip has healed, for which he's grateful. And at least no one can see what his chest looks like. It's covered in dark purple bruises which are just starting to turn yellow and brown at the edges.
The fresh, cool air and sunshine makes him feel better immediately, and he takes a deep breath. It hurts like hell, but the doctor had told him that it was important to do that occasionally. He sneaks around the back of the bakery before Maddy can scold him for being up and about. She's been bringing him meals every day, making sure he's alright, and Davin wishes very much that she was his mother. If his own mother knows what happened at all, it's because she heard it from someone else. And if she did, she hasn't called him. Neither has his father. Hell, he's not even sure his father would think he didn't deserve it.
A lot of people probably heard it from someone else. Siren Cove is a small town full of gossips and he knows that word of what happened has probably gotten around by now. He hasn't really seen anyone but his friends who came over to check on him, and he loves them, he really does. It kills him to not be at work, but he trusts Jason to hold down the fort. He'll have to schedule appointments in the future for extensive jobs that need Davin, and he's had to scale back how much work they take on, but he's handling it. Davin is planning on asking Jason to work for him full time, if he'd like.
Walking hurts, but it always feels good to be up and moving. He was so restless and he needs this, he knows he does. He has no real destination in mind, but he thinks that he might head for the water. It's cold outside, but sunny and bright, and he'd like to get in some good outdoors time before the weather goes to hell. Plus, the town is always done up so beautifully for Christmas, and he wants to get a good look at all the decorations.
A few people stare at him as he passes, and a few whisper to the people that they're with, but Davin doesn't let it bother him. What happened was bullshit, and really upsetting, but he's not going to let it destroy him.
Still, a familiar face to distract him from the looky-loos wouldn't go unappreciated.
[find davin anywhere around town! not a completely terrible time to meet him either, all things considered.]
It's been nearly a week since the... attack, he guesses you would call it. Since he got his ass kicked, is more what he would say. But still, Davin has been cooped up in his apartment for five days and he's starting to go a little stir crazy. He has to get outside or he's going to lose it.
He has only taken a few of the painkillers that the doctor at the hospital prescribed, usually before bed so the pain subsides enough for him to sleep. Today he's feeling a bit better. Broken ribs are no picnic, but today he finds that he can move around relatively easily. It still hurts like a bitch, but it's not unbearable. The last of his potion helped a little, and he bets if he got another set of x-rays done the damage wouldn't be as bad. He pops an ibuprofen and half of a painkiller just to take the edge off before getting dressed and then heads outside. He slips his sunglasses onto his face, which doesn't really hide all the bruising, but covers the worst of it. All the swelling has gone down and his lip has healed, for which he's grateful. And at least no one can see what his chest looks like. It's covered in dark purple bruises which are just starting to turn yellow and brown at the edges.
![all the bruising](http://i61.tinypic.com/16md0k.jpg"){kind=link}
The fresh, cool air and sunshine makes him feel better immediately, and he takes a deep breath. It hurts like hell, but the doctor had told him that it was important to do that occasionally. He sneaks around the back of the bakery before Maddy can scold him for being up and about. She's been bringing him meals every day, making sure he's alright, and Davin wishes very much that she was his mother. If his own mother knows what happened at all, it's because she heard it from someone else. And if she did, she hasn't called him. Neither has his father. Hell, he's not even sure his father would think he didn't deserve it.
A lot of people probably heard it from someone else. Siren Cove is a small town full of gossips and he knows that word of what happened has probably gotten around by now. He hasn't really seen anyone but his friends who came over to check on him, and he loves them, he really does. It kills him to not be at work, but he trusts Jason to hold down the fort. He'll have to schedule appointments in the future for extensive jobs that need Davin, and he's had to scale back how much work they take on, but he's handling it. Davin is planning on asking Jason to work for him full time, if he'd like.
Walking hurts, but it always feels good to be up and moving. He was so restless and he needs this, he knows he does. He has no real destination in mind, but he thinks that he might head for the water. It's cold outside, but sunny and bright, and he'd like to get in some good outdoors time before the weather goes to hell. Plus, the town is always done up so beautifully for Christmas, and he wants to get a good look at all the decorations.
A few people stare at him as he passes, and a few whisper to the people that they're with, but Davin doesn't let it bother him. What happened was bullshit, and really upsetting, but he's not going to let it destroy him.
Still, a familiar face to distract him from the looky-loos wouldn't go unappreciated.
[find davin anywhere around town! not a completely terrible time to meet him either, all things considered.]
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losing track of time inside this racing heart (closed; jameson. set to wednesday afternoon.)
It's been almost two whole days.
Davin hasn't left his apartment since he got home from the hospital, and now he's staring down at his invitation to the Flynn/Cabot ball. He's not sure why he was even invited. He'd worked with Corrine when people went missing. Maybe that was it. He'd waffled back and forth about going, even though he has no place at some fancy ball. But still, it was a ball, fairytale type shit, and James had taught him how to waltz. He went and got something to wear, just in case, and it's a good thing that he didn't take the tags off. Now he can return it.
He can't really waltz with broken ribs.
There had been enough of his healing potion to take care of some of the damage. It had been brewed with minor cuts and bruises in mind, normal everyday nicks and dings that come with working in an auto shop, so he still looks pretty banged up. He'd dabbed some on his lip and the cut above his eye, removing the stitches when they healed. He uses some to mostly heal his black eye, taking away the swelling and some of the bruising. The rest goes to the cut on his side and spread along the bruising on his ribs. His face is still scraped up and bruised on one side, one finger still broken, ribs still discolored and sore. But at least now he doesn't quite look or feel like he was just released from the hospital. He just looks like he got the shit beat out of him.
He could have brewed more but that would have meant actively calling on his magic. He's still wary of it after how close he came to hurting people with it. His grandmother always tells him how incredibly powerful he is, how he came from a long line of strong witches, leaders of their clan. He never really realized how serious she was until now. He can feel the power coursing through his veins, and it feels dangerous. This will pass, he's sure, and he has a Skype date with his grandmother on Sunday. He can ask her about it then. For now, he's not using his magic, so the wounds will stay.
His date with Jameson is on Friday, and Davin knows that he has to cancel it. He can't show up looking like this. He just hopes Jameson will want to reschedule, but why would he? Thinking about it just makes him sad. He had been so, so excited for this date, even with all the obstacles it was coming with. It's been a really long time since he went on an actual date, and he likes the way he feels around Jameson, all shy and excited and hopeful. Good. Now he's pretty sure he's blown it.
All he has to do is just actually call him. He's been staring at his number in his phone, but keeps delaying hitting call. Jameson seems like the kind of guy who would actually go to the ball and he's probably getting ready to leave about now, so Davin needs to get this over with. It's a real shame. He would have loved to see Jameson all dressed up.
He sighs and sits down on the couch with a glass of whiskey and soda and a bag of cookies, preparing for a night of sulking in front of the television. After swallowing hard, he hits call and brings the phone to his ear.
Davin hasn't left his apartment since he got home from the hospital, and now he's staring down at his invitation to the Flynn/Cabot ball. He's not sure why he was even invited. He'd worked with Corrine when people went missing. Maybe that was it. He'd waffled back and forth about going, even though he has no place at some fancy ball. But still, it was a ball, fairytale type shit, and James had taught him how to waltz. He went and got something to wear, just in case, and it's a good thing that he didn't take the tags off. Now he can return it.
He can't really waltz with broken ribs.
There had been enough of his healing potion to take care of some of the damage. It had been brewed with minor cuts and bruises in mind, normal everyday nicks and dings that come with working in an auto shop, so he still looks pretty banged up. He'd dabbed some on his lip and the cut above his eye, removing the stitches when they healed. He uses some to mostly heal his black eye, taking away the swelling and some of the bruising. The rest goes to the cut on his side and spread along the bruising on his ribs. His face is still scraped up and bruised on one side, one finger still broken, ribs still discolored and sore. But at least now he doesn't quite look or feel like he was just released from the hospital. He just looks like he got the shit beat out of him.
He could have brewed more but that would have meant actively calling on his magic. He's still wary of it after how close he came to hurting people with it. His grandmother always tells him how incredibly powerful he is, how he came from a long line of strong witches, leaders of their clan. He never really realized how serious she was until now. He can feel the power coursing through his veins, and it feels dangerous. This will pass, he's sure, and he has a Skype date with his grandmother on Sunday. He can ask her about it then. For now, he's not using his magic, so the wounds will stay.
His date with Jameson is on Friday, and Davin knows that he has to cancel it. He can't show up looking like this. He just hopes Jameson will want to reschedule, but why would he? Thinking about it just makes him sad. He had been so, so excited for this date, even with all the obstacles it was coming with. It's been a really long time since he went on an actual date, and he likes the way he feels around Jameson, all shy and excited and hopeful. Good. Now he's pretty sure he's blown it.
All he has to do is just actually call him. He's been staring at his number in his phone, but keeps delaying hitting call. Jameson seems like the kind of guy who would actually go to the ball and he's probably getting ready to leave about now, so Davin needs to get this over with. It's a real shame. He would have loved to see Jameson all dressed up.
He sighs and sits down on the couch with a glass of whiskey and soda and a bag of cookies, preparing for a night of sulking in front of the television. After swallowing hard, he hits call and brings the phone to his ear.