[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

[equalmeasure]

[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.]

[malefice]

[ 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. ]

[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?