Fan Fiction - Metaphor for Life - Davina/Rebekah (The Originals) - 1/1
Title: Metaphor for Life
Fandom: The Originals
Characters: Davina Claire, Rebekah Mikaelson
Pairing: Davina/Rebekah
Rating: G
Word count: 200
A/N: Takes place sometime between "They All Asked for You" and "Fire with Fire," with spoilers up through the former. Written for challenge 17 at lands_of_magic. Also on AO3.
Summary: Davina helps Rebekah with her magic.
Rebekah cried out in surprise as some of the papers on the table in front of her caught fire. “Bloody Hell!” she shouted, throwing the papers onto the floor of the playhouse and stomping on them to put out the flames.
At the sound of laughter, Rebekah looked up. Standing on the other side of playhouse, clutching her sides and with tears streaming down her face, was Davina. “I’m glad you think my nearly burning down the cemetery is funny” said Rebekah.
When she could speak again, Davina said “I’m sorry. It’s just that now I remember why my coven’s elders were so terrified when my friends and I started learning how to use magic to start fires.”
Rebekah chuckled. “It isn’t easy, is it?”
“Fire is difficult to control” said Davina. “And it’s dangerous.”
“Sounds like a metaphor for life” said Rebekah.
“Maybe” said Davina, taking Rebekah’s hand in her own and guiding it towards the unlit candle that sat on the table. “All I know is I find it easier to cope with when I have someone to help me.”
Rebekah smiled at the other witch, then looked down at the table. Together, they had lit the candle.
Fandom: The Originals
Characters: Davina Claire, Rebekah Mikaelson
Pairing: Davina/Rebekah
Rating: G
Word count: 200
A/N: Takes place sometime between "They All Asked for You" and "Fire with Fire," with spoilers up through the former. Written for challenge 17 at lands_of_magic. Also on AO3.
Summary: Davina helps Rebekah with her magic.
Rebekah cried out in surprise as some of the papers on the table in front of her caught fire. “Bloody Hell!” she shouted, throwing the papers onto the floor of the playhouse and stomping on them to put out the flames.
At the sound of laughter, Rebekah looked up. Standing on the other side of playhouse, clutching her sides and with tears streaming down her face, was Davina. “I’m glad you think my nearly burning down the cemetery is funny” said Rebekah.
When she could speak again, Davina said “I’m sorry. It’s just that now I remember why my coven’s elders were so terrified when my friends and I started learning how to use magic to start fires.”
Rebekah chuckled. “It isn’t easy, is it?”
“Fire is difficult to control” said Davina. “And it’s dangerous.”
“Sounds like a metaphor for life” said Rebekah.
“Maybe” said Davina, taking Rebekah’s hand in her own and guiding it towards the unlit candle that sat on the table. “All I know is I find it easier to cope with when I have someone to help me.”
Rebekah smiled at the other witch, then looked down at the table. Together, they had lit the candle.