Davin Kavanagh

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. ♥]

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.

(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.]