I've been on a roll with ideas...just don't get too used to me updating almost everyday ;-P
Concerning a certain Original, Davina's feelings grew more complicated by the day.
There was certainly the obvious, painful attraction between the two of them. It did not go unnoticed by others living under the same roof, and Davina herself could not deny it. These were her persistent thoughts as she lay troubled and sprawled across her bed, having not gotten up from waking up in the morning despite the hour moving closer to later in the afternoon. The ceiling texture had taken her particular interest for the majority of the morning. Marcel had even come in worried, offering her to come downstairs for some breakfast. She had declined nicely, excusing herself as a little nauseous which allowed for her father-figure to leave her be without another word.
Little did she know, Marcel was skeptical it had something to do with the youngest Original brother.
How right fathers always were.
Davina exhaled loudly in frustration, turning her head from the ceiling. She rested her cheek on her pillow and stared aimlessly in front of her.
She couldn't shake this fear-this tiny, tiny fear in the back of her mind that Kol's feelings did not run as complex and upsetting as hers did. The very notion that Kol may not be that emotionally invested in her bothered her more than she desired to admit. And it bothered her that it bothered her.
Davina knew she couldn't be imagining the times that she saw something in Kol's eyes other than the unreadable darkness he wore like a mask. She would like to think that she had the ability Rebekah claimed she had over Kol. She wanted to be that changing force in Kol Mikaelson and all his mischieviousness and charm. She didn't know how these feelings had developed with the annoying relationship that they shared, but they were there and what she felt was as raw as a wound...and the wound was being aggravated with doubts. It was the curse all young teenage girls growing up knew, that was to blame. The cursed, taunting feeling of doubt despite evidence of the latter. The fear of rejection, of being used-being abandoned.
It was far too much for a seventeen-year-old to feel for someone,
especially an Original vampire stuck at twenty-one for the rest of his existence.
Maybe, it was time for the talk...
Davina knew what she had to do.
She needed to find him. It was time to define what they were. If Kol would not initiate it, then Davina would. Anything to rid herself of the frustrations that have kept her bed-ridden the whole entire day. Still in her nightgown, Davina slipped on her robe and tied it loosely around her waist. She was filled with determination. Determination and fear, to be exact, but it was now or never. Better to really know how he feels instead of hopeless wondering on her part.
With some unknown force feeding her invisible courage, she walked down the hall towards his bedroom. On her way, she passed by Hayley. At the sight of Davina making her way down the hall towards her, the wolf girl's mouth turned into a slight frown.
"Morning, Hayley."
"Good afternoon, you mean. And if I were you," Hayley's head jerked toward the direction of Kol's room, "I wouldn't go in there right now."
"Why not? Err...I mean...I was just going to see if he was awake."
"He's awake, alright." Hayley grimaced. Her hand rested unconsciously on top of her swollen belly, the other at her hip. Davina's eyebrow raised curiously and Hayley thought it might be best to warn the girl. It could potentially lessen any unfolding drama, and Hayley knew there would be some.
"Girl to girl," Hayley leaned in closer, "I know you and Kol have some kind of-complication. I can relate," Davina immediately knew that it was the Noble Original of which she spoke of. "Just...If you really insist on barging in, I wouldn't take what you're going to see too personal. Remember that they're sorta kinda vampires."
"Why do you sound like your defending him?" Davina's eyes narrowed. What was this about?
Her question was soon to be answered as both girls turned around at the sound of Kol's door creaking open,
...and a blonde girl sauntered out, Kol following after her.
"Who...the hell is that?" Davina whispered harshly.
"His snack."
The girl looked slightly dazed, but collected. Without a word, she walked passed Hayley and Davina, and it was then clear to see the deep bite mark at her neck. Two puncture marks evenly spaced. Davina felt a surge of what she aggravatingly identified as jealousy flow through her veins. She wasn't that naive..she knew Kol and the rest of his siblings had to feed every once in a while. She just wasn't expecting to see evidence of it for herself... and she definitely did not think jealousy of this level would accompany it.
The three of them remained standing in the hall, an awkward silence covering them. Hayley took the liberty to clear her throat and start back the way she went before she chatted with Davina.
"I'll leave guys then." she murmured, sending a look to the witch before disappearing around the corner.
It was just the two of them now, and Kol by the second looked more and more like a kid getting his hand caught in the cookie jar. His hands rested awkwardly at his hips, looking everywhere but Davina's gaze.
"So...Good morning, then."
"Good afternoon, you mean."
With Kol, Davina felt annoyance. She felt confusion, she felt amused, and at times she even felt quite happy in his presence...
But never incredibly AWKWARD..
Her earlier task she had set out to pursue was even more daunting than it initially was. Her confidence, her determination-evaporated into thin air. All at the sight of a girl leaving his room, following being fed on. The atmosphere between them was drowning her, and she was fighting for the surface. She was so close to finally finding out, all she had to do was say the words, say what she had set out to say...
"I'm gonna go look for Marcel. See ya around."
"Alright then, darling..."
Davina didn't stay to hear his response, and instead, darted around the corner as fast as she could, not even bothering to look back. She didn't realize she had been holding her breathe and heaved it all out, leaning her back against the wall. Her heart was racing so fast she could hear it in her ears. Instead of finding closure, Davina found that she now carried a heavier burden emotionally concerning Kol Mikaelson. She was more confused and frazzled as ever.
What on earth was she going to do?
