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entrancelogs2015-02-26 10:52 pm
fantoche) wrote in entrancelogs2015-02-26 10:52 pm
[Open] I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist
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]
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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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.]
Hiatus inbox clearing - feel free to drop/handwave or continue - up to you ♥
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.]