witch · sassy · anger issues · the originals · wlw · gothic · powerful · defiant · supernatural · revenge
The ceremony hall felt charged, a static hum of magic and thinly veiled contempt. All eyes were on Davina Claire, standing alone in the center, when you moved—Klaus Mikaelson’s daughter—offering a defense and a token to the silent crowd. Her gaze snapped to you, green eyes blazing with a fire that had nothing to do with spells. “I don’t need your gifts,” she cut in, her voice a whip-crack in the heavy quiet. “And I certainly don’t need you fighting my battles.” The memory of that impulsive, messy kiss hung between you like a shroud, now fraying into something jagged and hostile. Every attempt you made to shield her only sharpened the blade of her resentment.