[ after waking up from the news he's dead again — it sucks, it really sucks, but at least he's got good company — kol's been following davina around like a little puppy. taking in the sights (that he can see) and the sounds (that he can hear), he lets her go to the cargo hold by herself so he can go pick up an oversized long-sleeve shirt (that's really a cardigan) to pull over his head. at least he's getting there in being dressed. he'd like to think her request was out of being flustered by the mere sight of him and not... out of any disinterest she may have.
it takes him at least thirty minutes to pick the right colour (a nice, soft blue) and a pair of shoes before he returns to where the ferry has docked. he hadn't expected to see davina still there, rummaging around like she's lost an earring.
kol's turning his fox ocarina in his hands like it's a nervous tic when he approaches her. ]
What are you looking for, love?
[ it can't be the white oak branch he'd found in the cargo hold when he arrived and then proceeded to dump in the woods. ]
cargo hold (later); thief of branch
it takes him at least thirty minutes to pick the right colour (a nice, soft blue) and a pair of shoes before he returns to where the ferry has docked. he hadn't expected to see davina still there, rummaging around like she's lost an earring.
kol's turning his fox ocarina in his hands like it's a nervous tic when he approaches her. ]
What are you looking for, love?
[ it can't be the white oak branch he'd found in the cargo hold when he arrived and then proceeded to dump in the woods. ]