[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

[fantoche]

[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

[fantoche]

[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.