[Open] I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist

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Who: Davina + You!
Where: 2nd Floor, Room 002
When:Backdated to Memory Event
Rating: PG for talk of death - will update as needed
Summary: Davina's memory room is a little more painful than she could have expected.

The Story:

[Memories. Something she’s not quite ready to deal with. There’s a lot she hasn’t fessed up about, a lot she keeps to herself because they’re personal… At least for her. The one playing before her in her room is one she’d buried awhile ago, the happy moments overshadowed by so much death. The memory starts with a confession that still feels as though it rings true today.]

I can't do this.

[It’s almost bittersweet to watch it unfold from that outside perspective. How nervous she’d been finally getting to see him and talk to him. How innocent it had seemed, how Klaus having an influence on it wasn’t anywhere near the forefront of her mind. It had been a pure, the joy that had mixed in with the butterflies flitting around. One of the few moments of happiness she’d gotten to experience in her life at that point.]

So, are you coming back to school?

No. But I need you to know that even though I was away, I miss you. I miss seeing you at school, seeing you play your violin.

Well, this place does have great acoustics.

[And then the song starts, a song that now haunts her. Where her memory self settles on the steps in the church, Davina can’t help but rest a hand on her chest - unable to hold back the soft sob that escapes. She misses him, regrets that he got caught in the crossfire because she’d cared about him. She fights the urge to cross over to him, reach out and try to touch him - instead opting for leaving it. The ache in her chest doesn't ease, or the way she can't shake just how much she misses him - how unnecessary his death had been... Just how alone and heartbroken she'd felt losing him.]

[ooc: Blue is Memory Tim and Red is Memory Davina]

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[Rebekah recognizes the boy for who he is, as well as the setting. They'd all seen a great deal of that church over the last year, and Rebekah, too, had felt that the boy's death had been a terrible waste, a needless act of violence that had done her brother no favors.

She stands just beyond the steps of the church, arms folded neatly across her chest as she looks on, a very faint, bittersweet smile pulling at her lips.]

Simpler times, I'm afraid.

[Before New Orleans had become even more of a crap town than she'd originally thought it.]

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[That church had been more of a home to her than her own home in the months that she lived there. The song he played still echoes in her mind every now and then, something she hadn't listened to in a long time.

Where Rebekah has a faint, bittersweet smile on her lips... Davina is fighting to keep the tears at bay.]

I miss him so much.

[It was such a senseless death, a loss of a great talent and someone who'd been a good friend to her.]

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[Senseless. That was the only real way to describe what had happened.]

I am sorry for your loss, Davina. I know it's been some time--

[But she knows better than most people that time never really does manage to numb the worst wounds.]

I won't see anything like this happen to you again.

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[And yet…]

Thanks, but you’re a little late. [She shouldn’t be saying any of this, but judging by Rebekah’s reaction - she doesn’t know.] Klaus killed Kaleb as I was coming back from getting sent home.

[She keeps Kol’s name tucked away in case she didn’t know that part either… Start small.]

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[And there it is.

No, she hadn't known, but that bit of information causes her to freeze in place, to let fists form at her sides.]

... he'd neglected to mention.

[Both of them had, and her voice comes out terse, angry. She knows who Kaleb really is now, as does Klaus, but she has to wonder-- if he'd done what Davina said he did, had he known then?]

What was his reasoning?

[Assuming he had any at all.]

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[fantoche]

[It's an interesting dynamic, dancing on the line of saying his real name versus the alias she rarely uses anymore.]

Kaleb apparently decided to have words with him about my disappearance and it escalated. [Which isn't a surprise where Mikaelson tempers enter the mix.]

All I know is I came back just in time to watch Klaus practically rip Kaleb's throat out after saving his life back home.

[A really great welcome back.]

I haven't exactly stopped by to chat with Klaus about why he did what he did. [And honestly, she doesn't care. Not really - not when it just reaffirmed everything she believed about him.]

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[ Kol hadn't meant to snoop exactly - he'd simply wanted to get away from his own memory. He couldn't help but linger in the doorway of the door between their rooms, watching with a strange pull at his heartstrings. The feelings associated with this boy were strong, and it was almost overwhelming.

His tongue becomes a graveyard for any sort of greeting he could aim at Davina, as he watches from between their rooms.

He's not sure what to feel, perhaps a bit heartbroken, from the way that Davina was looking at this boy. ]

Who is he?

[ The words come out without him really thinking about it - and it's almost hard to breathe as he looks from her to her memory. Kol steps into her room, pulling the door closed behind him, not wanting her to see his memory now. ]

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[Oh god.

She wasn't ready for him to see this, hadn't ever brought up the subject officially - taken the time to talk about it and warn him. And that was totally on her. She hadn't wanted to taint what they had with the past, with her own hurt and pain. The closest she'd come to fully divulging everything had been when he'd revived and the pain of losing someone she'd cared about came screaming back at her.

She can feel that tinge of heartbreak from him and it hurts. This was her fault.]

Was. He was an old friend... But he died.

[It's not a lie, but it's also not the complete truth.]

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You fancied him.

[ It's not a question, but the accusation isn't harsh either. She'd still fancy him if he were still alive - perhaps she even still does. That's what the memory meant - right? ]

What happened to him?

[ He can feel his stomach churning as emotions hit him wave by wave - jealousy, heartbreak, empathetic sadness, worry, and rinse and repeat. Not once is there an ounce of anger, however. Not at her nor at this boy. Kol swallows his feelings down to hear what she has to say.

As a vampire such things would ruin him, send him on a bender, but he's human now, it's not heightened. It's just there. And while it sucks, he can handle it. ]

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[No it's definitely not a question, and she doesn't attempt to argue with that. There's a raw emotion that enters her voice as the sound of his violin fills the room, a heavy sadness settling over her as his own emotions seem to mix in.]

He died. Klaus compelled him to poison me and himself as a punishment for my not cooperating. Marcel had thought ahead for me, so I revived... He d- he didn't know to do it for Tim, too...

[She can't look at him right now, eyes fixed firmly on the ground. She should have been up-front about it all from the start, but there were things she didn't know about him. Although the jealousy she can feel just under the surface has her own temper trying to bubble over.]

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My brother killed him?

[ Her temper mixes into his feelings only to cause a snowball effect and ignite his. It's the mix of her feelings and the name of his petulant hateful sod of a brother that has him biting back his anger. ]

This is why you hate him so much?

[ The fact that his brother nearly took the one person that's stood by his side away before he could have met her causes him to grit his teeth. There's a soft odd sense of relief that she was a survivor but it washes away almost as fast at it hits him. There was the equally infuriating fact that Nik had hurt her so deeply by taking away someone she clearly cared for. That's all he ever seemed to do - hurt and control people. ]

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[No matter how much he might try and hold it back, she can feel it - that famous Mikaelson temper only feeding her own further. It was something that was so incredibly personal to her that she's on the defensive almost immediately. There's a shift in her sadness that's almost palpable, as though she's reading into his words that it's not enough. That the loss of one life on top of countless others should be enough to hate someone.]

He didn't just kill him. He compelled him to poison both me and himself as a punishment because I refused to be be his puppet. Tim had nothing to do with any of this.

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[malefice]

[ She read him all wrong - not that he really stopped to think or notice that. He wasn't taking Tim's death lightly - he was reaffirming trying to get past his shock and get an explanation.

That's why she'd wanted to kill Klaus, she'd fancied the boy. It was a romantic vendetta. And whilst he'd started out using her as a means to an end, that had ended rather quickly when he'd gotten to know her... But there's the sinking feeling in his gut that makes him wonder if that's what he is...

So his gaze falters, finds the floor in some attempt for solace. But then it's right back up to her as his temper and his loneliness mix. ]

So it's a romantic vendetta. [ What does that even make him. ] You've got it out for me brother because he offed the boy you fancied. [ It's no little thing, not at all. ] All that stuff you promised before then? You still care about him?

[ Of course the other shoe would drop, why was he expecting it not to. She was still hung up on some dead kid that Nik killed. He sets his jaw, chin tilting up a bit, indignantly or maybe just trying to keep it all together, instead of shouting, or crying, or... anything. ] If what everyone says is true, that the dead can show up here - and he did?

:( Kol, no... No button pushing - not nice

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[His temper only causes hers to flare, overshadowing the pain of a grief she'd worked past in the months after. That feeling of loneliness stings, familiar and unwelcome. She'd felt so much of that in her life and Tim was one of the few that was able to ease that if only for a moment. It's something she's incredibly protective of and not something open for criticism from anyone.]

The things Klaus has done to me and the people I care about should be more than enough justification for my wanting to bring him down. Tim made a mistake by being nice to me and it cost him his life. He was a friend, one of the few I've had in my life and it's my fault he's dead. It's my fault that horrible things happened to the people who tried to help me.

[She should walk away from this, be the bigger person and not feed the emotions - if only that were something she were better at. A tear slips out, her voice a little rough from her attempts to not yell and keep at least some of it contained.]

Tim's never shown up here. And as much as I want to see him again, I would never wish being trapped here with Klaus on him.

[therapize]

[While Cami has run into a few who seem to delight in their chosen memories, others have looked upon them as bittersweet things; Cami herself falls into the latter category, the scene from her childhood a pleasant one, but also a reminder of all she's lost.

Still, her reaction hadn't been nearly so strong Davina's. The girl calls her in tears, barely able to speak at all, but it's enough for her to go rushing the few doors over to her room.

She recognizes the scene instantly, and a moment later, the night. She should, given that there's an image of herself standing there, urging an empty space forward just as she had when it happened. As weird as that is, however, she's much more concerned with the girl who had once stood in that spot, now off to the side still crying.]

Davina. [Of course she knows what happened to Tim, but she somehow thinks that this memory alone isn't enough to spark such sadness.] Davina, what happened?

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[Things had gone downhill so quickly with Kol when he saw the memory. She'd gotten defensive of Tim, defensive of her hatred for Klaus... Something he just continued to reaffirm while here. It wasn't as raw as it had been when she'd first arrived and all of that had been so new. The emotions mixed with the Mikaelson temper had been overwhelming to experience, amplified by the apparent emotional bond she shared with Kol thanks to whatever this was.

It was too much. Everything was rushing back to her, the way history seemed to repeat itself no matter how hard she fought to change it. Hair hanging in her face, the words are broken as she attempts to catch her breath.]

I shouldn't have -- I can't -- Why ca-

[therapize]

Shh. Davina, Davina it’s okay. [She’s panicking too much to be clear, and Cami knows that trying to figure out the cause is off the table until she can get the girl to calm down. So she gives promises in reassuring tones, brushes Davina’s hair away before drawing the girl into a hug. Whatever has happened, Cami is determined to find a way to make it right somehow. These memories are hard enough, particularly for Davina, but she doesn’t think that reliving this night would be enough to reduce her to such a state.]

Just try to breathe, okay? Just breathe.

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[The emotions coursing through her courtesy of Kol only make it more difficult to focus enough to breathe. The clench of her chest mixed with the feeling of loneliness don't help as she clings onto Cami in an attempt to ground herself. When she's had a chance to try and sort through the emotions to find what's hers and what's not, she'll spill everything - about Kol, about contemplating getting the White Oak Stake or at least powder from the vendors... All of it. No more secrets.

She eventually manages a small, shaky breath followed by another and another until the tears have calmed and that almost blissful sensation of being numb has settled around her.]