Davina Claire is sick of being used (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} notyourpuppet) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming, |
The post she'd made a week or more ago by now had really turned into something else entirely from where it had begun. But then, it wasn't a bad thing, the turn the conversation had taken. There didn't seem to be plans in the event of people going bad, losing their grip, things of that nature. And that was a fault they needed to fix. The argument, of course, then became should it only be the powered people, the vampires and wolves and witches, or should it be everyone, even the humans. All or none, that was the way it had all broken down in the end. To Davina, it only made sense for it to be everyone. Humans were no different in that right. They had every capability of becoming worse than what they were, going off the rails, same as anyone with any power set could. It was just people focused on the powered ones because they did, as a general rule, tend to hold more of a thread if they derailed. Containment was the main thing, until other means could be discussed. So they had all come together with a plan and the tech people were working on constructing containment cells for now and she would play her part in magical layering later.
She knew Rebekah would be, at the very least, disappointed to find out she was the original author of that post and its original contents, and at worst, hurt and upset and probably wouldn't even want to be her friend anymore. Which was unfortunate because Davina actually really liked the Rebekah that was here, but a friendship with her was not worth ignoring the blatant threat her brother had made at Elena and abandoning Davina's own morals and beliefs. It wasn't okay, no matter if she had killed him or played a part in killing him or whatever. She hadn't done a thing here to deserve that sort of treatment, except show up in a place she didn't understand, lost, confused, and hurting from what Davina could tell, which she could understand so well on her own. Even if Kol had wanted to make his feelings toward Elena known, couldn't he have waited? At least a day or two, let Elena ger her berings in this crazy world she didn't even have a place in yet? Couldn't he have shown his distaste for her without a threat so blatant as the one he'd given her? But no. That whole family was about nothing less than full-blown dramatics lately. They were exhausting.
Yelling, fighting, arguing. It broke out every way you turned in this place. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to keep up. So she just...didn't. She visited Marcel some days and otherwise focused on her studies with the Doctor and the others that had volunteered to help catch her up for the fall term. She baked with Darcy, painted in her room, discussed magic with Frigga. She had even spoken to Rose about being a counselor in the camp at the Center and she was excited about that. She focused on all of these things because they were easier than getting herself invovled in any of the dramas going on everywhere else in this town.
Davina was just beginning to try to plan out her day when she noticed a figure in the distance. She wondered who else was out this early. But then, maybe it was no one she knew anyway. The displaced were hardly the only occupants of Lawrence. But as she closed more and more space between them with each step, she realized she did recognize him. "Grant?" she called out to him in question. He seemed...distracted, to say the least. Maybe troubled was a more fitting description.