(davin)

[jamesthorn]

 The night James is taken, it's raining. Thundering spring showers despite the lingering snow still hanging around town. But it's enough distraction that he doesn't see the looming figure roaming around the corner of his house as he hurriedly tries to get his key into the lock and inside to dry off and warm himself. It's dark, late, when he's making his way home from a day of meetings with his family's lawyers. For once, he's come home optimistic, hopeful that negotiations are coming to an end. That all his father's remaining holdings will be amicably split between his siblings and himself while the company will be left in responsible hands. 

 

So he doesn't expect the attack. He doesn't expect to need the weapon he's left in his bedroom since the day he took leave from the police department. Perhaps that was naive of him especially after finding out from Davin that someone, something was out to get him. Whatever the case, the witch blindsides him hitting him over the head with a hard blunt object that sends a shooting pain down his entire skull and spine. It knocks him unconscious, and the witch has gotten what they came for tonight...revenge. 

 

He wakes up strapped to a flat cement table, hands and feet tied down making it impossible to move. His mouth is bound so he can't even scream for help. Though he wonders if it would do any good. He's somewhere dark. Somewhere he can hear the lapping of waves in the distance, and he hopes that whoever did this was dumb enough to keep him in town. He'll have a chance that way. 

 

Because he has to believe his family, his siblings, someone will come looking for him. 

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[jamesthorn]

James laughs at Davin's response, but in the end, he nods in agreement. "I suppose you're right," he offers reluctantly. He did nearly die a few hours ago, but even then he's also just got the most important person in his life back. He wants to kiss Davin and do much more than that.

After a second, he lays his head down again though pulling Davin with him. "I'm not going anywhere, so I can rest and then take you up on that offer." It's high on his priority list. "Since you're here, resting up won't be too much of a chore," he says, wrapping his arms around Davin even more

[davin]

"Ya big cuddle monster," Davin says with a laugh, sinking down into the bed and wrapping his arms around James. With as stressed as he's been while looking for James, going days without sleep, napping will be no great chore. He's just about to close his eyes when he catches something just out of the corner of one and bites his lip.

"My anti-nightmare charm is up," Davin says quietly, sliding a hand along James' shoulder as the tattoo on his forearm glows faintly. "Is that alright?"

[jamesthorn]

James squeezes Davin closer, observing the slight tightness that flashes across his features. He definitely doesn't want Davin to feel stressed, not tonight, when they each have been through so much drama as it stands. He nods back at him. "Yes, of course," he says, taking Davin's other hand, threading their fingers together. Normally, he'd feel some anxiety about charms and spells and magic, but that feeling is no longer inside of him. He just feels happy and content.

Yawning sleepily, he lets his head snuggle down into the pillow. "I think I am more tired than I thought," he confesses, feeling his body growing heavy now that he's eaten and comfortable.

[davin]

"Good. We'll both sleep easy then," Davin says, breathing out a sigh of relief and looking down at their joined hands. It really feels like James is serious about accepting Davin and all he can do, and Davin just hopes that it'll last.

James is well on his way to sleep so Davin settles in and holds onto him tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and thanking every deity out there for bringing him back to Davin and giving them another chance.