Hi! It's my first little story and I wanted to do it about my new favorite ship a.k.a. Kol and Davina! I'm french so I apologize if it doesn't make any sense or if my spelling is wrong. Anyway, I like the fact to see Kol in a relationship/involved with a witch and I directly thought to Davina (18 or + in this story). So here it is! Hope you'll like it and don't mind correcting me!
Things to know:
- Davina is 18 or + at this moments
-Kol was resurect by Davina a year
- ko and Davina have a sort of cat/dog relationship.
Davina was taking photos in a parc in NOLA, near from the Quarter. Suddenly, she was surprised and a bit furious to see she did not escape her worst nightmare : Kol Mikaelson. Then, when she saw his face, she wasn't even annoyed…. The littlest Mikaelson brother (alive) was sitting next to an hedge. He looked so not as usual. The young witch saw a face she didn't even imagine appearing on Kol's face. Was he… Sad?
Kol -"Can I help you, love?" his usual smirk returned on his face.
Davina -"what are you doing here?"
K. -"You know, just planning on how I'm going to bother you and my siblings, next time. I guessed that your thing was painting? I agree your decision to change of passtime from the nonsense I saw you scribbling last time."
D. -"Yeah, maybe I should go. I was making an effort even if I already knew you're a dick…." What was she thinking? She began to walk away when she felt his cold hand grabbed her arm.
K. -"Hey, wait. Ok, I was just fooling around. I do not mean to be nasty. Wanna join me?" She looked in his eyes and started to calm down. He showed his side and they both sat.
D. -"….. So, what were you doing here, all by yourself in a garden like this one, Mr Mikaelson?"
K. -"I was thinking,"
D. -"You?!" She was starting to laugh but he didn't seem to be in the mood today. "…Sorry. I mean, what could possibly make you sat next to a hedge in a park?" she ask curiously. Or 'What could make him so serious and sad at this moment?'
K. -"My parents, my mother specifically."
D. -"Oh, family stuff. I see the type. My mother let me get my throat sloatered without doing anything."
K. -"Mine, transformed us in vampire. Not so bad, by the way. Then she resurected herself twice to try to kill us, Twice. Such carrying mothers we had…."
D. -"Yeah, I can feel the love from here!"
They both exploded in laughter. Then, they shared a brief instant of silence, looking the beautiful garden as they remembered their painful past.
K. -"And you, little witch, what are you photographing?"
D. -"I think there's things that deserve to be remembered. The sky, this amazing garden, precious moments."
She stood up and took her camera.
D. -"Look at me." (click) It's things like this that I wan't to remember"
K. -"What was that for?" he let out a genuile smile.
D. -"A picture of you not being a dick. Precious moment."
