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[#122] I Couldn't Compete with the Spell You Were Under (The Originals)
Theme Prompt: 122 - Novelty
Title: I Couldn’t Compete with the Spell You Were Under
Fandom: The Originals (TVDverse)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 561
Summary: Kol reflects on how Davina has taken him by surprise.
When you’re a thousand years old, it’s rare that things take you by surprise.
Kol emerges into the twenty-first century, convinced that he’s seen it all, and the world has nothing left to offer him. Sure, there are new gadgets and trinkets, but nothing that really motivates him to change. Nothing that makes him want to be better than the monster his mother turned him into.
Then, he dies, and his mother puts him into the body of a witch.
It’s not as though he’s forgotten how magic felt. The power that courses through him and how it responds so easily to a flick of his wrist or a simple chant. The witch that he’s inhabiting is not a creature of particular talent, but it still feels good to have magic again. Even then, there’s nothing particularly new about doing magic, even after a thousand years as a vampire. What is new is Davina Claire.
As he and Davina collide, she sets herself apart with her determination, her drive. She wants to grab the reins of her life and take control again, even against beasts like his brothers, and he would love to see her do it. It’s been so long since the Originals have had a proper challenge, one that could actually stand the test of time in beating them, that he almost wants to see her succeed.
Almost, in the sense that part of him still loves his family, even if they don’t feel the same for him. He wants to put Klaus down for a few centuries, not end him for good.
Even with that caveat, Davina helps him. He watches as the gold winds around the dagger in question, changing its material from silver to gold, something his brother would be susceptible to. He waits for the spell to complete before sneaking closer, draping one arm around her shoulders with a smile.
“You really are something extraordinary, Davina Claire.”
She glances back at him with a smile as she leans back into his chest with a sigh. “I had some help.”
“Still, I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Davina turns to face him more, letting her arms wind around his waist. “Things could get bad if you miss.”
“I’ve been planning this for a few hundred years now,” he sighs. “Don’t worry. I won’t miss.”
“You’re human now. That means you’re a lot more fragile than you used to be.”
“And Klaus won’t see it coming,” Kol smirks. “Besides. You’d bring me back.”
Davina raises an eyebrow curiously. “And what makes you think I’m powerful enough to do that?”
“I have a hunch.” He leans in to kiss her softly, his thumb brushing against her cheek gently. “Trust me.”
“I do,” she admits uneasily. He has a sneaking suspicion she more than trusted him, but he won’t push her too far. Instead, he leans in to kiss her forehead.
“Now. We should celebrate our big win.” He pulls back and tucks her arm in his. “Shall we take a stroll through the Quarter? See what other mischief we could get up to?”
She smiles and gives his arm a squeeze. “I’d like that.”
As he leads her off into the night, he had the feeling that this might finally be the start of something different.
Title: I Couldn’t Compete with the Spell You Were Under
Fandom: The Originals (TVDverse)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 561
Summary: Kol reflects on how Davina has taken him by surprise.
When you’re a thousand years old, it’s rare that things take you by surprise.
Kol emerges into the twenty-first century, convinced that he’s seen it all, and the world has nothing left to offer him. Sure, there are new gadgets and trinkets, but nothing that really motivates him to change. Nothing that makes him want to be better than the monster his mother turned him into.
Then, he dies, and his mother puts him into the body of a witch.
It’s not as though he’s forgotten how magic felt. The power that courses through him and how it responds so easily to a flick of his wrist or a simple chant. The witch that he’s inhabiting is not a creature of particular talent, but it still feels good to have magic again. Even then, there’s nothing particularly new about doing magic, even after a thousand years as a vampire. What is new is Davina Claire.
As he and Davina collide, she sets herself apart with her determination, her drive. She wants to grab the reins of her life and take control again, even against beasts like his brothers, and he would love to see her do it. It’s been so long since the Originals have had a proper challenge, one that could actually stand the test of time in beating them, that he almost wants to see her succeed.
Almost, in the sense that part of him still loves his family, even if they don’t feel the same for him. He wants to put Klaus down for a few centuries, not end him for good.
Even with that caveat, Davina helps him. He watches as the gold winds around the dagger in question, changing its material from silver to gold, something his brother would be susceptible to. He waits for the spell to complete before sneaking closer, draping one arm around her shoulders with a smile.
“You really are something extraordinary, Davina Claire.”
She glances back at him with a smile as she leans back into his chest with a sigh. “I had some help.”
“Still, I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Davina turns to face him more, letting her arms wind around his waist. “Things could get bad if you miss.”
“I’ve been planning this for a few hundred years now,” he sighs. “Don’t worry. I won’t miss.”
“You’re human now. That means you’re a lot more fragile than you used to be.”
“And Klaus won’t see it coming,” Kol smirks. “Besides. You’d bring me back.”
Davina raises an eyebrow curiously. “And what makes you think I’m powerful enough to do that?”
“I have a hunch.” He leans in to kiss her softly, his thumb brushing against her cheek gently. “Trust me.”
“I do,” she admits uneasily. He has a sneaking suspicion she more than trusted him, but he won’t push her too far. Instead, he leans in to kiss her forehead.
“Now. We should celebrate our big win.” He pulls back and tucks her arm in his. “Shall we take a stroll through the Quarter? See what other mischief we could get up to?”
She smiles and gives his arm a squeeze. “I’d like that.”
As he leads her off into the night, he had the feeling that this might finally be the start of something different.