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Post by Davina Claire on Oct 23, 2014 21:33:35 GMT -6
Davina rolled her eyes at Mikael's words, that she could trust him. It was a pretty thing to say, that was certain but pretty words were hardly reality. Klaus used those same pretty words with her before and look where believing him had gotten her. She had been poisoned, had her first love ripped away from her, and been forced to choose between the man who was her brother in spirit and the man who became her best friend. Pretty words weren't worth anything, as far as Davina is concerned.
Raising a hand, Davina pointed to a bag which had just been bought from a remote record store across the river. It wasn't easy tracking down another music store that sold Icelandic Folk Music. The music set her teeth on edge and made her cringe but it seemed to calm the beast within Mikael. Nothing else had that effect so she would put up with it.
Post by Mikael Mikaelson on Oct 27, 2014 17:53:56 GMT -6
"Ah..." he let out satisfactually, making his way over to the bag he took the CDs out and examined them, checking out what songs were on the list. Finally nodding, he placed the CDs on a small cabinet by the wall. Walking back over to the little witch, he clasped his hands together, narrowing his eyes down at her with a serious expression. "Now, little witch.. We mustn't be wasting anymore time. I do hope you're making more progress on the spell, then I can finally go and finish what I was brought back for."
Post by Davina Claire on Oct 28, 2014 23:17:51 GMT -6
Davina smiled with satisfaction as Mikael took the bag and rummaged through the CD she had bought for him. Maybe now he'd use those to fill his time and not bother her about that damn unlinking spell. Unfortunately he started questioning her less than a minute later. So much for hoping she thought to herself.
"Yes, I'm almost done but, first, we're going away for awhile."
Post by Mikael Mikaelson on Oct 29, 2014 14:32:04 GMT -6
He sighed in frustration. "What do you mean we're going away? Yet more time to waste!" Pacing back and forth now, he stopped to face her "where are we going?"
He could feel the wolf bites on his neck pulsate in pain which made his eyes flutter closed for a moment to get through it. Opening them again he looked around the room and sat upon a chair to rest himself. All he wanted was to destroy his children once and for all but the witch was the only being stuck in his way.
Post by Davina Claire on Nov 1, 2014 7:21:58 GMT -6
Davina cocked her head, watching as Mikael closed his eyes against the pain the werewolf bites were causing him. As tough as he acted, Davina knew there was no way he would be able to go up against Klaus at less than full strength.
"My family owns a cabin in the next parish. We're going there so you can recover from those bites and I can get my friends unlinked from the sire-line. So get over it."
Closing her eyes, Davina brought the image of he the cabin to her mind. She couldn't travel with Mikael so she had to send him there on his own. The magic that bound him to her would keep him from taking any detours and would guide him to the cabin's location.
"Leave. Now."
Davina smirked as Mikael looked at her, frustration written all over his face, before he was pulled out the door by her spell. As much as she feared what he would do to her, if he were to gain free will again, Davina enjoyed the power she had over most feared of all the originals.
Post by Mikael Mikaelson on Nov 3, 2014 19:45:34 GMT -6
He growled low and eyed her as he felt the magical pull drag him from the attic and through the church. With the help of the magic he could navigate himself in the right direction. The town was quiet as he walked through it, he wanted to reach out and grab a passer-by to feed from but thought better. Within moments he had vanished and found himself at the cabin the little witch spoke of. He waited patiently, standing still as a statue on the porch, his rage building inside him every moment that past, the want and need to kill klaus was becoming stronger the longer he was in the presence of the witch.