Davin listens to Spencer closely, frowning a bit and reaching up to press his cold, wet palm against the bump on his head. "Power transference? Is that even -"
It's a terrifying thought, and not one that Davin has spent much time on. He frowns and swallows hard before eventually nodding. It isn't much of a plan, but Davin can keep his cool. He can try, at least. He'll do whatever he can.
His heart aches for James and Joel and everyone else who may be hurting because of this, and he knows that they have to make it through. They just have to, not just for themselves, but for everyone else. Davin looks over at Spencer and then slides in to press their shoulders together. He knows that Spencer doesn't like to be touched, but this is different, he thinks. They could use the solidarity and it helps Davin to have that point of contact.
He's about to say something else when the door opens and Davin sits up straighter, eyes wide in the dimly lit room. Roman walks in whistling twirling a set up keys and sipping from an iced coffee from Quill. "Oh look, you're up! Welcome back, Davin."
Roman walks towards them slowly, barely making a splash as he moves through the water. He takes another sip and then holds out the cup, shaking it a little. "I know how much you love these. I could have brought you one, but I only have so many hands." He finishes the coffee and tosses it over his shoulder, letting the plastic cup land in the corner with a splash. "I drove by the shop on my way back. Cops everywhere, what a sad scene. I think I saw Joel in handcuffs. That wasn't part of the plan, but it did give me a good laugh."
Davin grits his teeth and plants his hands in the water, hiding the way his fingers curl into tight fists. Anger burns in his belly and he wants to scream and get up and fight, but he knows that will get him nowhere. He thinks about what Spencer says and does his best to remain calm, looking up at Roman with a slightly clenched jaw. "What is it ya want from us?"
"Done with smalltalk already, huh? Well, fine." Roman shrugs and hikes up his pants a bit before crouching down in front of them. Davin sees the handle of the gun sticking out of his jacket and it's so frustrating because if he had his powers, that gun would be in his hand in under a second. But now, he can't even reach for it without endangering them both. "You know, Davin. I met your grandmother. Real spitfire of a woman, isn't she?"
Fear like Davin has never known strikes his heart and he looks up at Roman with wide, terrified eyes and his shoulders jerk up, like he wants to lunge at him, but he reigns himself in even as he trembles with it all. "If ya hurt her, I swear - "
"Oh, you'll what?" Roman pulls out the gun and holds it up, close to Davin's face. "It's killing you that you can't just use that cute little brain of yours to snatch this from me, isn't it? Without your magic, you're useless. You've never had to adapt."
Roman's eyes spark with anger then and he strikes Davin across the face with the base of the gun handle. His head snaps to the other side and Davin gasps from the pain that sears through his cheekbone. Skin opens and blood runs down, meeting what;s already staining the collar of his shirt. Roman just laughs and looks over at Spencer before standing up and putting the gun back in his coat.
"Anyway, as I was saying. I heard of this great and powerful witch. One of a kind, really, so I flew all the way to Ireland and she wouldn't help me. Can you believe it? So I looked into her and found out she had a beloved grandson in America, all alone and unprotected." Roman grins and suddenly ducks down to grip Davin's shoulder, hauling him close. "So I thought, you know what? I'll just use him."
"Use me for what?" Davin rasps out, glaring defiantly at Roman, who grips his chin and pushes him back hard enough that his head cracks against the brick.
"There's a spell, and you're going to cast it for me. That's it, really." Roman stands back up and grins manically, hands on his hips like he's so proud of himself. "I'm sick of being human. I'm so much better than that. I deserve more than that. I should be better. So, Davin, you're going to do the spell your grandmother wouldn't. You're going to make me a witch."
"That's impossible," Davin grits out, teeth stained with blood. "You're born a witch, not made."
"Oh, but I can be born again. I can be so powerful, Davin. But only with your help." He looks over at Spencer and crouches down in front of him, staring at him with a grin even as he speaks to Davin. "You're going to take someone's magic and put it in me. And not just anyone's magic, no."
Davin's stomach turns as Roman reaches out and pats Spencer's cheek. "Spencer's precious husband's magic. That's what I want, and you're going to give it to me."
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It's a terrifying thought, and not one that Davin has spent much time on. He frowns and swallows hard before eventually nodding. It isn't much of a plan, but Davin can keep his cool. He can try, at least. He'll do whatever he can.
His heart aches for James and Joel and everyone else who may be hurting because of this, and he knows that they have to make it through. They just have to, not just for themselves, but for everyone else. Davin looks over at Spencer and then slides in to press their shoulders together. He knows that Spencer doesn't like to be touched, but this is different, he thinks. They could use the solidarity and it helps Davin to have that point of contact.
He's about to say something else when the door opens and Davin sits up straighter, eyes wide in the dimly lit room. Roman walks in whistling twirling a set up keys and sipping from an iced coffee from Quill. "Oh look, you're up! Welcome back, Davin."
Roman walks towards them slowly, barely making a splash as he moves through the water. He takes another sip and then holds out the cup, shaking it a little. "I know how much you love these. I could have brought you one, but I only have so many hands." He finishes the coffee and tosses it over his shoulder, letting the plastic cup land in the corner with a splash. "I drove by the shop on my way back. Cops everywhere, what a sad scene. I think I saw Joel in handcuffs. That wasn't part of the plan, but it did give me a good laugh."
Davin grits his teeth and plants his hands in the water, hiding the way his fingers curl into tight fists. Anger burns in his belly and he wants to scream and get up and fight, but he knows that will get him nowhere. He thinks about what Spencer says and does his best to remain calm, looking up at Roman with a slightly clenched jaw. "What is it ya want from us?"
"Done with smalltalk already, huh? Well, fine." Roman shrugs and hikes up his pants a bit before crouching down in front of them. Davin sees the handle of the gun sticking out of his jacket and it's so frustrating because if he had his powers, that gun would be in his hand in under a second. But now, he can't even reach for it without endangering them both. "You know, Davin. I met your grandmother. Real spitfire of a woman, isn't she?"
Fear like Davin has never known strikes his heart and he looks up at Roman with wide, terrified eyes and his shoulders jerk up, like he wants to lunge at him, but he reigns himself in even as he trembles with it all. "If ya hurt her, I swear - "
"Oh, you'll what?" Roman pulls out the gun and holds it up, close to Davin's face. "It's killing you that you can't just use that cute little brain of yours to snatch this from me, isn't it? Without your magic, you're useless. You've never had to adapt."
Roman's eyes spark with anger then and he strikes Davin across the face with the base of the gun handle. His head snaps to the other side and Davin gasps from the pain that sears through his cheekbone. Skin opens and blood runs down, meeting what;s already staining the collar of his shirt. Roman just laughs and looks over at Spencer before standing up and putting the gun back in his coat.
"Anyway, as I was saying. I heard of this great and powerful witch. One of a kind, really, so I flew all the way to Ireland and she wouldn't help me. Can you believe it? So I looked into her and found out she had a beloved grandson in America, all alone and unprotected." Roman grins and suddenly ducks down to grip Davin's shoulder, hauling him close. "So I thought, you know what? I'll just use him."
"Use me for what?" Davin rasps out, glaring defiantly at Roman, who grips his chin and pushes him back hard enough that his head cracks against the brick.
"There's a spell, and you're going to cast it for me. That's it, really." Roman stands back up and grins manically, hands on his hips like he's so proud of himself. "I'm sick of being human. I'm so much better than that. I deserve more than that. I should be better. So, Davin, you're going to do the spell your grandmother wouldn't. You're going to make me a witch."
"That's impossible," Davin grits out, teeth stained with blood. "You're born a witch, not made."
"Oh, but I can be born again. I can be so powerful, Davin. But only with your help." He looks over at Spencer and crouches down in front of him, staring at him with a grin even as he speaks to Davin. "You're going to take someone's magic and put it in me. And not just anyone's magic, no."
Davin's stomach turns as Roman reaches out and pats Spencer's cheek. "Spencer's precious husband's magic. That's what I want, and you're going to give it to me."