“Marcel, I know Kol isn’t your favorite person but it’s not like Rebekah is a saint either,” Davina pointed out as they sat down at a table at Cava. She didn’t add that Kol had never turned her down, but she knew her relationship with Kol was really different than his relationship with Rebekah.
“Which is why you’re not allowed to glare at him while you walk me down the aisle,” she said pointedly. “Are we clear?”
Marcel sat down opposite Davina and sighed, smiling at her. “I won’t be glaring at him because I’ll be looking at the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen,” he said, his lips curling into a small smirk. He would rather focus on his friend than on Kol, to be quite honest. “But don’t compare Kol with Rebekah because they’re not the same Mikaelsons,” he pointed out.
Davina rolled her eyes. “We both know that you can multitask.” She said and sighed as she leaned back. “Yeah, but they are both Mikaelsons.” Davina pointed out, but she still maintained that Kol was the only one that hadn’t purposely done anything to hurt her, unlike every single other one.
“Maybe that day I’ll only do one thing,” he said with a smirk. But he would try to behave on her day. It was her special day, after all. “One more cruel than the other,” he pointed out. He still remembered the bloody things Kol made him attend and watch when he was just a little boy.
“Marcel, I’m not going to get into it with about which is worse, because it’s not like Rebekah is some saint, Kol doesn’t pretend to be someone that he isn’t,” Davina was defensive of Kol and had been pretty horrible to her.
“I know, I know,” he said. Rebekah wasn’t a saint, he knew that. But he loved her, or had loved her -- their relationship was still complicated -- and that made him protective of her. He guessed in a similar way than Davina was protective of Kol. “I promise I won’t glare are your future husband at the wedding and won’t try to stab him. Scout’s honor. Now can we please talk about something other than Kol?” he asked with a charming smile.
“Fine, what do you want to talk about?” Davina leaned back slightly crossing her arms.
“Who brought you back? The last memory I have of you is going to your funeral, D,” he said. He was curious to know if it have been Kol or someone else.
“That’s complicated,” Davina answered with a shrug. She had a wave of irrational anger towards Elijah and Freya as she thought back to it. “Let’s just say Klaus Mikaelson isn’t always the worst thing out in the world.” For her to say something like that it was very clear it was true.
He raised an eyebrow when she said Klaus wasn’t the worst thing out there. “I highly doubt it, D. But whatever brought you back, I’m glad it did,” he said with a smile. Her death had crushed him more than he’d ever want to admit.
“It’s true,” she said shrugging her shoulders. “At home and here.” Davina never defended Klaus but she did think there were worse things in the world, which was just creepy to think about on its own.
Marcel smiled. “So when it’s the big day?” He didn’t feel like talking about the Mikaelsons or anything similar, to be honest.
“We’ve talked about a couple of dates but nothing is set for sure. I think November 24th is the most likely though.” She paused thinking about it for a moment. “Sometimes with Atlantis, it’s hard to really plan.”
Marcel nodded. “It seems like it, uh? This place is crazier than anything I’ve ever seen... And I’ve seen crazy.” But he had to admit he liked it so far. Sure it wasn’t his city, New Orleans, but it had a special charm about it.
“Yeah, it is a lot weirder than home ever was.” Davina shrugged. “Come on, let’s get your suit for the wedding.”