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Country: United States
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09/09/2021 12:46 PM
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let them burn
Illuminarewe are the granddaughters of the witches they could not burn
part one It was raining on the day that Davina drove into Salem with all her worldly belongings in her Jeep.
Most of it was clothes - there were two huge suitcases worth of them in the trunk, and three smaller suitcases and a bulging duffle bag stuffed in the backseat, although half of one of the suitcases in the backseat also contained a large wooden box that had belonged to Davina's mother, nestled securely amongst her less-favoured clothes. A large cardboard box in the trunk held all of Davina's ragged paperbacks and some fragile knick-knacks, each piece carefully wrapped in old newspaper, and a pet carrier containing a furious red fox named Juniper was strapped down securely in the seat next to the witch.
"Almost there, Juni," the brunette said soothingly as she took a right turn off the highway.
Davina followed the instructions from the GPS on her phone down several narrow streets lined with houses and trees. The rain was getting steadily heavier, but even though it was already late in the afternoon, visibility was still good; it was the last week of summer, and the extended summer days would go on for a little longer yet. After a while, she passed a church made out of pale stone and a sign that said "Entering Salem", but quickly looked away when she realised that there was a sizeable cemetery just beyond the sign.
She passed two other cemeteries along the way, feeling their presence rather than actually seeing them since she had her eyes fixed on the road, and her grip on the steering wheel tightened further when he entered downtown Salem. Leafy branches were tied to the lamp posts all along the main road with lengths of red string, which Davina assumed had something to do with warding off witches, and she didn't know if it was just for the general aesthetics or if some superstitions were still alive and well in Salem. Davina had read up on the Salem Witch Trials before moving here, and she'd memorised where all the execution sites and other notable landmarks were just so she could avoid them, but she had a feeling that it was just something she would have to get used to because there were too many buildings that were supposedly haunted by spectres and bad memories of the town's violent past: Proctor's Ledge, where the people accused of witchcraft had been hanged, and which now overlooked a Walgreens; the red-bricked Social Security office building, which had been built over the dungeons that had held the victims of the trials; and various other places associated with the prosecutors or prosecuted.
Her mother would probably have pointed out that moving to a place like Salem was tempting fate, which was all too ironic because of her previous fate at the Harvest. But Davina had figured that she'd rather be facing nebulous lingering ghosts from more than three hundred years ago while surrounded by friends, than stay in New Orleans alone and be haunted by more personal and recent ghosts that had the last name Mikaelson attached. She was just glad that Black's house wasn't near any of the cemeteries or "places of interest".
Davina relaxed a little when she got to the residential part of the town. She passed by a playground on the way, as well as a few small shops and even a McDonald's, catering to the people who didn't want to bother with a ten-minute drive into town for food and groceries. Everything seemed perfectly normal and quiet.
She stopped in front of an older brick house with two levels and an attic, checked the address again to make sure she had the right place, then ran up the steps with Juni's carrier in her arms to the shelter of the front porch and knocked on the door.
"Davina! How was the drive up?" he asked, kissing her cheek in greeting.
"Good, but the sleeping potion wore off about an hour ago so Juni's a little bit upset."
"Aww, poor darling," he cooed, taking over the carrier. "I'll open the garage door for you, and we can get the both of you settled in."
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03/24/2021 03:06 PM
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April Fool's Day; Three Wishes
IlluminareWOndrous star, lend thy light Christmas Day was an affair at the MacGuire household, not only was it Alexander’s favorite holiday it was a holiday that they would celebrate for nearly an entire month with full-out décor and weekly events that led up to the day of mainly at White Wolf.
“Alex! Get up! Santa’s already come!” her tiny voice carried up the staircase into his bedroom which roused him awake. Jogging down the steps, he turned to her, confusion written all over his expression as he took in his surroundings, hand up behind the nape of his neck as he scratched it. He looked like a lost little boy who fell asleep for a nap and woke up unable to remember where or who he was.
She was dressed in fuzzy blue jumper with silver snowflakes littered across the fabric, half zipped with the edge of white lace peeking through, the hood to the pajamas pulled up and fixed into place, little polar bear ears stitched on them stood straight up. Amongst them a large tree sat in the center of the room an array of wrapped boxes beneath, the body of it affixed with a faux fur tree skirt and transparent baubles reflecting a rainbow of color illuminated by off-white lights.
Three stockings hung at the fireplace and onto them stitched the initials ‘A’, ‘D’ and ‘J’. Juniper donned a set of reindeer antlers while perched upon the chair, tail flicking wildly as he sat pretty waiting for Alex to pat him. A winter wonderland in the middle of April, only it was her goal to make Alex believe it was December already with a little effort and an extra dash of magic.
There was a chorus singing hymns from the radio that played softly in the background, a haunting tone that sounded to her like mourning angels. Or, rather, what she thought angels might sound like.
“D,” Alex had no idea what to say, did he really wake up and forget an entire eight months of his life? Last he knew it was the beginning of spring and the snow was starting to melt, but behind them in the pane of the sliding glass door window issued allowance to a sheet of white, he could see the snowflakes falling from the sky at a steady pace. Knuckles rubbed at his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating "D,..." he was speechless.
Interjecting Davina took his arm and sat him beside her fox, handing him a gift from beneath the tree. "Open it!" Her tone sounded so convincing, "I've been waiting all December to give this to you."
"I didn't get you anything, I don't think... I don't remember. Oh god,..." he was beginning to audibly question himself and it took all of her compsure to remain straight faced.
The ribbon unraveled from the perfectly wrapped box and as the paper began to unfold so did the spell that she used to create the illusion of Christmas. Filtering through the windows a light cast over the sitting room, birds chirping replaced the hymns of angels, the floral scents of spring and the fresh herbs Davina had picked from her greenhouse refilled the space that had once been smothered in warmed cinnamon and pine, the decorations dissolving like a lucid dream.
Inside the gift box a tiny note scribbled with her own handwriting, 'Happy April Fool's, I swear you haven't lost your mind... yet.'
with the angels let us sing
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03/11/2021 07:10 PM
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Drunk Wish Drabble; St. Patrick's Day
Illuminare
 The sound of metal cutlery meeting glass and porcelain plates was not too pleasant, yet the conversation and jokes were lively. A visit to the Bayou in order to celebrate Saint Patrick's day. Of course, the Kenner's had been hosting in the land of the Crescent Wolf Pack and had extended the invitation to many of their old friends. Seeing as the event would likely last more than a few hours Davina strung Alex along for the party, whom had also received an invitation from the Alpha's themselves.
Across the large table Ollie continues to prod at Aiden with his butter knife as they wait to be served more food, complaining that it was annoying how it wasn't buffet style as they normally had at each pack meal and Hayley had forced them to sit quietly in their seat and exercise patience. Davina can't help but laugh over the curved lip of her long-stemmed wine glass as Aiden gets prodded at more and more, Ollie completely losing his marbles over the instruction to not get up from his seat until after they'd all consumed their meals.
With Alex at her side, she rests her hand against his thigh under the table turning it so he could lace his fingers through. "I swear they're just showing off,... they're not always this ridiculous. Ollie's just got a fat head and doesn't know how to use what's in it," pure sass dripping from hot velvet lips stained with the color merlot as blazing azure optics stare the blonde down with a grin, "what's a Beta gotta do to get some food around here, eat his packmate?"
Caroline interrupted the conversation, seeing just where it was headed. Ollie was a hot head even in formal settings, "WELL! Seeing as the food is on it's way now, Ollie you put the knife into some corned beef hash and stop trying to stab your brother with it," turning her head she mumbles something under her breath that causes Davina to almost snort wine from her flared nostrils, "...the manners are truly lacking. Hayley, how do you deal?"
As they ate they all took a moment to relax and have a few jokes together. It was more than just a rare occasion of friends coming together under one roof to celebrate a traditional Irish American holiday, they were all from different factions spending quality time together under one roof for the same cause - the get completely plastered after this evening's meal. Ollie exclaims aloud an excited cheer as more drinks finally arrive, startling Aiden causing him to jump back from the table, and knock his seat back a bit. "Aye lads and lassies!" the Beta's voice fills the room like a lion's roar, "what do you do to honor Irish tradition? Wear green? Look for four-leaf clovers? Sing Irish songs? Get f u c k i n g hammered!"
As a few hours passed and the drinks continued to flow like waterfalls into the bloodstreams of the supernatural beings in attendance the air around them became thick with noise and humidity from their breath alone. "I mean, it does taste a little funny,..." Davina peers into her drink, a green beer in a boot shaped glass, mesmerized as the tiny bubbles float to the top and mingle with the head of the beer. "Does green have a taste? I thought it was a color." The drunk thoughts continue to spew and the weight of her body grows heavier against Alex's side, propping her inebriated state against his for moral support... and physical support at this point in the game. Sipping at the rather large quantity of otherworldly colored beer she grimaces slow, her nose wrinkling when the carbonation tickles her sinuses. "I find it to taste rather sweet, but not sickeningly so, why does green taste different!?"
"Well, D. When you add anything to beer you create chemical reactions and when you add food dye and it evenly dissolves into individual molecules. The food dye is an ionic solid and when introduced to water or in this case beer, it releases its ions, which bond to the polar water molecules which make it the green color but also changed the compostion of it itself now, green food coloring can create an artificial, slightly alarming swampy taste - but you said yours tastes sweet,..." Alex grips onto her wrist to pull the glass closer, sniffing at the liquid inside to see if he can differentiate any other additives to the drink. Not many people in New Orleans had Davina on their friend list and was seen by many still as a foe, could someone be trying to poison her?
"D, let me get you a new drink..." he insisted, just to be safe with this one even if he couldn't sniff out anything peculiar about that last one. But he does so inconspicuously as to not draw attention to his suspicion. He hands her his own, meanwhile pouring the rest of her glass out into one of the houseplants that would surely die later. "Sorry in advance, Hayley," he speaks out loud in regards to the plant that would meet it's demise sooner or later, sliding the empty glass on a nearby wooden trunk table.
Looking up from her newly acquired beverage Davina watches the hustle and bustle around them, soaking in how much fun everyone was having and how alive they all were feeling today. A gentle sigh hangs tentatively on her lips, thoughts drifting to something more depressing as her eyes fall onto Aiden she sobers for a fleeting moment, her fingers have been fidgeting with her drink the whole time. "You know today has been perfect,... exceptionally so and I think there's only one thing negative I could say about it. We don't have everyone here to share it with. I wish Josh was here to have just as good of a time as the rest of us are. He was very much into music like me, he was a DJ actually and-" just as she's about to continue her speech about one of her most beloved lost friends the shadow that passes through the threshold of the door is none other than Joshua himself. Davina has to wipe her eyes a few times to make sure she's not hallucinating. "J-Josh? Josh? JOSH!" Her excitement grants her wings as she flies across the room and into the arms of her best friend, tears pour from her instantaneously, her heart skipping a few beats. The action capturing the attention of all in the room.
Aiden was next, the wolf sprang into action and the three bodies crashed into the frame of the door behind Josh almost taking Jackson out on the way. A flood of tears and crying out for their friend and lover, it didn't seem real. How could it be real?
"I just wished that you were here, and now you're here! This isn't real, but it is real." Davina squeezes him afraid that if she releases he might blow away with the wind. "I have so much to tell you, I miss you so much. There's someone you have to meet. No, he isn't a Mikaelson! But first, I know you have someone waiting for me to shut up and let go of you." Reluctance hit hard as she uncoiled her arms from around her best friend and found comfort once again at Alex's side, watching as Joshua reunited with his soulmate and then join in the St. Patrick's day festivities with the rest of them.
"He's one in a million, just like you," she turned her head and settled her chin against Alex's chest, the drunken glaze still over her eyes, unable to just blink it away, "and you both always tell me how awesome I am." It didn't change that her heart was still so full and this just had to be one of the happiest days in New Orleans that she's had since her entanglement with the Mikaelson's.
it's real
if you just believe in magic
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02/18/2021 07:58 PM
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Love Language Color Test Results
[Key words]: romance, slow-burning, devotion. The love of yearning, of candlelit nights spend staring longingly at your lover's hands or of cramping your own with the effort of writing the perfect love letter, yours is the love that transcends time, expectations, and patience. When you're in love with somebody, you give them your whole heart. An extremely loyal, thoughtful, and introspective person, your ideal date may involve simply opening a bottle of wine and revelling in the company of your favourite person. Voted most likely to fall in love with somebody who your soul remembers from a past life - if you believe in that sort of thing.
Best matched with: Mulberry, Peacock, Scarlet
Take the quiz here: Quiz
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02/18/2021 07:24 PM
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whatever happens,... don't let go, okay?
Illuminare
 ”Davina,” Marcel says, subtle warning in his tone as she crosses her arms over her chest determinedly not listening to him. It’s going to go in the same direction, as always. He’s going to plead with her until she eventually, begrudgingly gives in to his empty promises. Not again, not this time. Davina vows she’ll see this to the bitter end and by her own hand kill Klaus Mikaelson with or without support. She’s going to see it through, even if Marcel chooses not to side with her even after all Klaus has done. The vampire king sighs. “D, come on,” like she’s the one who’s not being reasonable here. “No,” Davina says, standing her ground, perfectly rounded pout drawing into a harsh unwavering line. “We’ve finally got some peace here. Are you willing to disrupt all the work that we did, that Josh—“ “Don’t say his name like that,” Davina hisses, whirling on to Marcel, her right index finger pointed accusingly in his direction. Rigid, Unforgiving. “You don’t get to say that.” Her voice cracks, and his face crumbles with regret, realizing his mistake but well, it’s too late. Far too late. “So, you're going to stand behind that man who killed Josh, and laugh with him like nothing happened, like a coward.” She raises her eyes to his ashamed ones and viciously spat out, “I’m not going to let you stop me. Klaus has taken so many from me—I won’t stand for this.” “D,” Marcel sighs again, and it’s tangled with grief with something that she can’t understand. She doesn’t think she will ever understand Marcel's relationship with Klaus, and she hates it. Hates how Klaus has so much power over him, a power like Marcel once had over herself. She'd always do anything he asked - just because it suited him, because she cared so much about that man. In her mind, she's just doing Marcel another favor by killing Klaus. He doesn’t just see it yet. “D,” He repeats this time hoping she's calm enough after her outburst to hear, but Davina sneers, loathing the tone of his voice as if he's about to pour out his heart to Father Kieran in the confessional, ready to absolve his sins and have his wrongdoings forgiven. Her heart squeezes painfully in her chest. “Please .” One single word, just one word and Davina finds herself wavering. She hates Klaus. Jaw clenches in a methodic tick. How could Marcel side with the beast? To disrespect the loss of Josh like this? “Please, Davina. I don’t want to lose you as well—“ Davina turns around, unable to bear seeing Marcel’s utterly broken expression. She can’t waver, she can’t. There’s too many she's lost by Klaus's hands and the Mikaelson family, how many more will he take from her? This peace they have is only fleeting, fragile, just waiting on the most miniscule inconvenience to crack it. You can’t have peace, when that monster still exists. Armageddon pending. “Davina— “ Without looking back Davina keeps walking forward as she cries, a flood of tears stain blushed rose-colored cherub cheeks - the sounds of heartbreak as her lips part to speak. "Sorry," she whispers but it’s not enough, "I'm sorry."
It's not enough to make her stay even a second longer. Josh deserves better, even in death. He'd always been there for her and sometimes she forgets how much that really means. 
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12/27/2020 04:26 PM
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Last Christmas Reply
Illuminare
A few cranberry martinis and a three course meal fit for a queen later Davina was entirely satisfied, a belly filled with food and laughter. Though the hour had passed it felt like longer with good food, good conversation and even better company. During dinner talk she had come to realise that he knew more about her than she'd originally ever thought. Alex and Jackson knew of one another but they hadn't delved deeper into the details of just how much awareness they had of one another. Davina never openly spoke of or used her magic in front of those who didn't already know what she was, but given his connection to Jackson she had a vague idea in her head that he was already somewhat aware of it. It crossed her mind to ask him outright exactly what it is he was already made privvy to but perhaps playing it out through the evening would be more entertaining.
"The only plans I have are the ones that could be within the confines of your resort, I mean... there's plenty to do, plenty to see... but if I decline your invitation I can assure you I'd plant my booty right over there and see Mauricio again." Davina turned and pointed her finger over toward one of the empty seats at the bar, "so unless you have something in mind..." before she could say more Alex was leading her into the kitchen where she was certain Sal had set up an expansive spread to bake and decorate Christmas cookies. Baking and witchcraft were two areas of expertise for the young witch, both of which she enjoyed immensely. He couldn't have known that, how could he? Probably just a coincidence.
He seemed so proud of himself for coming up with the idea, and to her surprise she was actually impressed herself. Davina couldn't rememeber the last time she had a Christmas. At least one where she was with family. The last Christmas she had was spent with Marcel, they exchanged gifts and spent the morning together for a brunch... the rest of her day she'd spend very much alone. It wasn't a new feeling for her. "Cookies, huh? Are you going to eat them if I make some for you or are Sal's too good to pass up and mine poisonous?" When Alex turned away to get his own cookie dough prepped Davina used a little magical help to mix, cut and bake a sheet of cookies until they had expanded and crisped to a golden brown bottom. A sheepish grin lit her features, "of course, magic... or maybe I'm just that talented."
All around them stopped when he caught her gaze and invaded her personal bubble. His lips just shy of kissing her before his actions took on a more playful tone, swiping the red icing across her nose her mouth fell open to a gasp. "I'll take that as a compliment, Rudolph is the brightest one of all and he leads the way." Using the piping bag she picked it up and chased him around the counter with it, squirting ribbons of green all over his fancy new shirt, "you'd have been better off wearing your Christmas sweater, it would have blended in!"
In the process of assaulting him with sugar she had missed several times and her arms and dress were also covered in the cookie icing. Using the clean backs of her hands she pushed her long hair from her face, laughing as she looked the both of them over. "I think we should get cleaned up." Popping each finger into her mouth she cleaned them off one at a time, moving closer to him to wipe the remaining sticky messy onto his festive apron and finding a clean spot on his shirt to wipe off her nose. Tipping her head back she offers him a playful grin.
"A shower first, cocoa and marshmallows after? I might even feed you some of my magic cookies."
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12/27/2020 04:19 PM
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Last Christmas Reply
Illuminare
Most of his words seemed to filter through, in one ear and out the other until the origin of the Christmas themed ugly sweater came up. “Awww,” her features softened, almost mirroring that of a sad puppy as she pouted, “that’s just so sweet, Mauricio’s Gram. I bet she is a peach just like her grandson. You certainly have the right man working at the bar. I don’t even remember how many cranberry martinis he brought to me before last call.” Her rant rolled through his exam, even leaning in while lowering her voice to a whisper, “don’t tell but he even sent one back up with me.” There was a playful spark about her this morning, more than likely due to her leftover buzz but it was one she hoped to carry through the day. Her eyes rolled at his next statement before agreeing to look straight over his shoulder, though he was taller than she was.
“I was not flirting with the bartender. Even if I was, are you jealous?” Laughter bubbled from her stomach and rolled off her tongue, averting azure optics back to his hazel hues with a slight tilt of her head, the bottle of water cracked and in hand she took a few sips to satisfy the EMT. “No mimosas, but I wouldn’t be against stopping by to see Mauricio again to get one before checking out the town later today.” That had been on the docket for today already, snow tubing down the mountainside for the thrill of it and to enjoy the scenery. Crisp biting air was hard to come by in New Orleans. The sweltering heat could wrap around your throat and choke you out with humidity. The fresh mountain air was to be enjoyed while she had her time out here away on vacation. In the moment she didn’t miss home too much.
How he explained everything and said her name as if he knew her made her believe that there was more to him than he was expressing. Speaking of the resort as if he owned it. If she was going to meet him later for dinner there would be the ability then to go into the questioning stages, but for now she simply nodded her head in gratitude. “I think I’ll be alright, especially if you’re planning on comping a ‘medical massage’.” It was her way of telling him that she’d see him later for that dinner even if it wasn’t as straightforward as he might have liked. It was no set in stone yes, but the stipulation of getting that massage was for her appearance at dinner. “I think I’ll take that massage after dinner,… and drinks.”
With her agreement in place she finishes off the bottle of water and turns to toss it in the tiny recycle bin at the side of the desk, “I’ve officially hydrated, do you think it’s safe I finish that shower now?” Davina waited until Alex was out of the room before jumping back in to her shower so she’d be able to go on her daytime adventure.
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A long afternoon of tubing, seeing the sights, exploring the town at the base of the mountain and shopping Davina was on her journey back up the mountain using one of the many ski lifts to get there. All bundled up she kept out most of the cold including the light flurry of snow falling from above. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, removing her gloves and hiding them away in her jacket she fished through her jeans to retrieve it, she read the text from Marcel as she hopped off the ski lift after arriving at her destination. A few shopping bags hung over her arms while her thumbs tapped briskly across the touchscreen answering him as promptly as possible. Marcel was simply checking in and asking how she was faring on her holiday.
The front doors to the lobby opened and without looking up she stepped through into the indoor winter wonderland. Visually it was stunning. The amount of work the staff put in to make this an immaculately decorated interior to match the warmth that roared from the blazing fire on the oversized hearth where a few families were huddled. Hands filled with mugs brimming with marshmallow laden peppermint hot cocoa, the scent was heavy and carried through the room, she was able to smell it from where she stood. The only thing she looked away from her phone for was that scent, to look and to see where it was coming from. No sooner were her eyes lifted did she tangle herself up in that troublesome string of lights. Tripping over herself she fell heels over head, screaming as she tumbled into the arms of the not so strange stranger that had made his personal appearance in her room this morning. Both her bags and her phone went flying through the air, smashing and spilling all over the floor at her feet at the base of the gigantic Christmas tree. Heart racing the wind knocked from her lungs she caught his eyes and the fear changed to laughter, “Oh my god, we can’t keep doing this.”
When her feet were finally under her again she kicked off the string of electrical wiring that had become tangled around her ankles so she could begin to pick herself and her belongings back up. “It’s almost like you were waiting for me hoping that I would take you up on your offer to meet over dinner.” Embarrassment didn’t stop her from being outright and forward not now or really ever. Looking him up and down from her crouched position she shoved the items back into their bags, “I see you left your special sweater at home. I’m almost sad, it was sort of growing on me after that heartwarming story you told about Mauricio’s Gram.” Davina spoke of the bartender as if she had known him for years and he was her best friend like Josh was. “But, I might need one or two more of his special drinks to stand looking at it at first, you look,… nice.” He had swapped the ugly sweater for a jewel toned emerald green oxford with an onyx sport coat and dress pants to match, “Really nice actually,… festive and all dolled up.” Tossing a wink in his direction she stood back up after getting herself fully pieced together again. Contording her lips she blew out a sharp hot breath to get her hair back out of her face, “after that showing you just had to witness I could definitely use a drink.”
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12/06/2020 01:09 PM
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Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart
ILLUMINARE
The turquoise blue Jeep Wrangler stuck out like a sore thumb against the heaping piles of fluffy powder white snow and shades of greens and browns along the tree line at the mountainside where she had parked. Even under the heavy layers of winter clothes she shivered. The bitter winter air bit through the onyx sherpa lined gloves to the tips of her fingers leaving them iced to the core. With the holidays just around the corner the workers of Alpine Creek Resort were already hard at work decorating appropriately for the Christmas season. The young witch trudged through the ankle deep snow toward the entrance where a young man stood near the top rung of a ladder situated to the left of the front doors. With his arms overextended to attempt to place a string of sparkling champagne colored lights around the garlands of pine overhead, it was an accident waiting to happen. One quick wave of her finger and the string of lights magically made it the last inch up to the overhang and hooked into place. A satisfied and knowing smile greet her angelic features, dimples and pearls as bright as the lights now in their rightful place.
After check in at the front desk and her bags were brought up to her room for her her first stop was the bar for a much needed drink. It was nothing like Rousseau’s back home. The bar was positioned in the center of a five-star restaurant where the lights remained low and the liquor was top shelf. To her surprise it was still warm and welcoming, a real homey touch to it. The man behind the bar, Mauricio, immediately comes to her rescue recommending his famous cranberry martini with a red sugared rim to which she more than happily obliges accepting the fancy seasonal drink with much gratitude. The burn on her lips and the back of her throat ends with a groan, it was the perfect blend of chilled vodka and cranberries that he had crushed and strained right before her, a concoction that was magical in its own right. A few hours and a slew of drinks through her mildly hazy vision the bright green caught her brilliant crystalline blue optics, squinting at the image on a man's sweater from across the room and upon realization there was a cat scowling back at her she looked up mouthing 'nice sweater' to the wearer and her attention turned back to Mauricio after having a brief laugh about it whom was entertaining her for the evening's remainder and most certainly racking up a bill on her open tab.
Davina miraculously made the journey back to her room unscathed even after the mountain of drinks she had been spoiled with. Collapsing onto the plush pillow top without so much as changing out of her clothes she passed out quickly falling into deep R.E.M. sleep with an alcohol blanket for warmth.
Yellow rays of light filtered through the large open windows spreading heat over the surface where she rest her head. Fresh snow falling to greet her a 'good morning', her sore body rolled over and an audible groan was her response back to such a glorious day as glossy eye blinked to attention. It was difficult to remember just how much she actually drank last night, the only sure way to tell was to check her account balance from last night but it wasn't in her best interest to look. Not now. A disheveled mess of hair was pushed from her face not even daring to peek in the mirror as she walked by it, disrobing and stepping into the hot shower washing away her sins from the night before.
Her solo concert of jolly Christmas carols reverberating within the glass walls abruptly disturbed by the sound of an unfamiliar voice not even half through her shower, "Get out!" she shrieked in pure shock her hand shot out for the towel hanging over above her to wrap around her, tucking the fabric as quickly around her frame as she could while shutting off the faucet to cease the flow of water. If she had not learned to control her magic Davina would have shattered some bulbs over the mirror in the bathroom with just how in shock her body reacted to an uninvited guest to her room. With his explanation she knew she had to just go through the motions and a quick glance at his uniform and medical bag made her trust his word, "I think you have the wrong room. There's no emergency here..." the brunette stepped out of the bathroom and into the next where he was waiting for her, still feeling the mild effects of her drinks. A quick glance at his name tag gave her his first name, "Alex, you could be missing a real emergency elsewhere. Is this absolutely necessary?" She could have not rolled her eyes any harder, she knew it was. It was his job and he truly was under contract and by law he needed to check her once over and make sure she wasn't in distress. Ringing out her hair into another towel she closed the gap between them after shutting the open door into the hallway. "What do you need? Blood pressure? Temperature?" Perching herself at the edge of the bed she sat and crossed one leg over the other in resting position.
"I recommend that you wait if you need my blood pressure because I can promise you after that scare you just gave me it's going to be through this roof above both our heads." Before now she hadn't even taken a moment to look at him, the second she did her features twisted and her head tilted to one side. "You're the ugly sweater guy from downstairs last night, aren't you?" Her look of confusion replaced by one of amusement, "This uniform looks better on you than that green tragedy you displayed in the form of an ugly Christmas sweater, you must really be in the spirit to wear that to a dinner for one." Ah, what liquid courage could do even if it was fizzling out through the morning light.
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