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

[fantoche]

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]

Comments

[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?

[fantoche]

[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.

Hiatus inbox clearing - feel free to drop/handwave or continue - up to you ♥

[fantoche]

[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.]