Davin manages to keep it together until Spencer acknowledges his hand, and
then he lets out a soft sob. It just hurts so bad and he's so scared, but
he sucks in a breath and nods. He doesn't mention that without his magic
that dragon would have killed him, even though it's true. "You're right,"
he says in a rough voice, reaching up to touch Spencer's uninjured arm with
his good hand and give it a gentle squeeze. "We will, Spencer. I'll keep
fightin'. We're gonna be okay."
He nods and sways a little, turning to fall back on his ass and lean
against the wall. He hasn't been sleeping, too afraid of his head injury
and simply unable to rest, and it's catching up with him. They both look
like they've been chewed up and spit out by a horror movie, and Davin is
just so, so tired, but he knows that he can't give up.
"I just need a little rest," he says quietly, and it comes out a little
like a slur. There's worry in his eyes when he looks at Spencer, and he
swallows hard as he turns in slightly towards Spencer's side. He hasn't
felt warm in days and his teeth chatter slightly as he leans against
Spencer's good side and closes his eyes. "When we get outta here, I'm
drinkin' so much fuckin' coffee."
Davin finally drifts off curled up against Spencer, and he's woken up by
the lingering remnants of a nightmare. He's tense all over and when he
jerks awake, it's like fire through his body. He's fairly certain the same
ribs he had broken before Christmas are cracked again, and he can barely
see out of one eye.
He's just so fucking angry, and he reaches up to rub his good hand over his
face. It hurts, thanks to all the cuts and bruises, and he pulls it away
with a sigh. Spencer is sleeping and Davin carefully pulls himself into a
standing position as he begins to pace quietly.
Spencer's right. He killed a fucking dragon. His magic was strong enough to
poke holes in Nerium's spell. He got his memories back just because he
wanted them and now? He really fucking wants his magic.
His heart is pounding away in his chest and suddenly everything rattles,
just a little bit. The bars in the windows, the steel rafters overhead,
they all quake and tremble. It's not even enough to wake Spencer, but Davin
lets out a breathless laugh and holds up his hand. A single spark dances on
the tip of his finger for less than a second, but Davin saw it. And
sometimes that's all it takes, isn't it?
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Davin manages to keep it together until Spencer acknowledges his hand, and then he lets out a soft sob. It just hurts so bad and he's so scared, but he sucks in a breath and nods. He doesn't mention that without his magic that dragon would have killed him, even though it's true. "You're right," he says in a rough voice, reaching up to touch Spencer's uninjured arm with his good hand and give it a gentle squeeze. "We will, Spencer. I'll keep fightin'. We're gonna be okay."
He nods and sways a little, turning to fall back on his ass and lean against the wall. He hasn't been sleeping, too afraid of his head injury and simply unable to rest, and it's catching up with him. They both look like they've been chewed up and spit out by a horror movie, and Davin is just so, so tired, but he knows that he can't give up.
"I just need a little rest," he says quietly, and it comes out a little like a slur. There's worry in his eyes when he looks at Spencer, and he swallows hard as he turns in slightly towards Spencer's side. He hasn't felt warm in days and his teeth chatter slightly as he leans against Spencer's good side and closes his eyes. "When we get outta here, I'm drinkin' so much fuckin' coffee."
Davin finally drifts off curled up against Spencer, and he's woken up by the lingering remnants of a nightmare. He's tense all over and when he jerks awake, it's like fire through his body. He's fairly certain the same ribs he had broken before Christmas are cracked again, and he can barely see out of one eye.
He's just so fucking angry, and he reaches up to rub his good hand over his face. It hurts, thanks to all the cuts and bruises, and he pulls it away with a sigh. Spencer is sleeping and Davin carefully pulls himself into a standing position as he begins to pace quietly.
Spencer's right. He killed a fucking dragon. His magic was strong enough to poke holes in Nerium's spell. He got his memories back just because he wanted them and now? He really fucking wants his magic.
His heart is pounding away in his chest and suddenly everything rattles, just a little bit. The bars in the windows, the steel rafters overhead, they all quake and tremble. It's not even enough to wake Spencer, but Davin lets out a breathless laugh and holds up his hand. A single spark dances on the tip of his finger for less than a second, but Davin saw it. And sometimes that's all it takes, isn't it?
Just one little spark.