ƒ 006 [catch-all] open } { although there was so much she never tried

[deathlessness]

Who: Freya + Various (Possibly You!)
Where: Various Places throughout the Mansion
When: Feb-March 2017
Rating: PG
Summary: A catch all for various events through this AC period, including open starters! Directory below. If you would like a more specific starter, PM me or hit me up on plurk!
The Story:

CLOSED: Lucifer, well, there's always the chance to try again

OPEN: Post-Event

CLOSED: Cami

CLOSED: Damon

CLOSED: Stefan

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[therapize]

[She swallows, unsure if she should feel relieved or not that Davina hadn't been the pawn of the ancestors, but Freya answers that question a heartbeat later. Not just the Mikaelsons then, but Davina Claire, a girl so young she'd only just stopped being a child--but only in body. In spirit she'd been forced to grow up so much sooner, by the same community that wanted her dead as part of their Harvest and now--

Cami's eyes go wide. She doesn't need Freya to spell it out after the word "hex," because Cami knows just how terrible and devastating that brand of spell is. She doesn't need her to, or want her to, yet the truth is laid out plain before her anyway.

Her hand comes up to cover her mouth. To hold in the way she wants to cry out in denial when Freya reveals there had been another victim that day.]

[deathlessness]

[She could take the easy way out. She could offer to give Cami time for that to sink in, or just let the story end there, because she's certain that information is difficult enough, but half-truths cause even more trouble than actual lies, and once she starts, she can't really bring herself to stop.]

Marcel, my brother and Vincent brought her to me. In order to bring her back, they needed to consecrate her to the ancestors, and they knew that once they did, they would destroy her. They asked me to make a protective circle for her so that she would be protected from them, and I did.

[There's a pause, and she takes another swallow of her drink.]

But at the same time, I was trying to solve the problem of Lucien, and we were running out of time. He was hunting for Rebekah, who was incapacitated and unable to protect herself, and we were running out of time. The only solution I could see was channeling the ancestors themselves and reversing the spell so that he would be killable again. The only way to do that, was through Davina, and doing so would cancel out the protection I had given her.

[And because she's not going to throw her brother under the bus:]

I consulted Klaus, but he was against it. He wanted to find another way that wouldn't require sacrificing Davina. But he and Hayley were pinned down by Lucien himself and Elijah and I were unable to help and desperate for a solution, so we took the easy way out. I broke the circle and used Davina's spirit to channel the ancestor's power, and when I was finished, I left her to the wolves.

[therapize]

[There are things she could ask along the way, how do you destroy someone already dead chief among them. But Cami can only stare, transfixed by the words Freya weaves together, this terrible, impossible truth that makes her gut ache and twist with each new revelation. Death hadn’t been enough for those bastards, the ancestors who were supposed to care for their descendants. Instead they meant to destroy all hope, to not only kill Davina but erase her soul from existence.

To ensure there would be absolutely no chance she could be saved.

It doesn’t surprise her that Marcel, Vincent, and Kol would all rally to her side. For a moment, one desperate, needy moment, some spark of belief in Cami even thinks that this could turn out okay. Davina being a witch might for once be used to do her some good, instead of putting her in the path of the storm.

Really, she should know better by now. And yet even so, even with all the darkness that exists in their lives, always on the outskirts until it swallows each of them whole?

Cami cannot believe what she hears next.

Perhaps it had been an impossible choice. Perhaps someone removed a few steps more might see it that way. But the only thing burning in Cami’s throat now isn’t the alcohol she’s swallowed down; it’s vile revulsion, the sickening realization of what Freya means to say even before she says it, paints that picture of merciless Mikaelson self-preservation, always and forever, family above all.

Their family, above a girl who had only lost her innocence because she’d been forced to survive instead. Cami’s eyes are wide, shocked, as she stares at Freya. Her hand has slipped down from her mouth now, resting on her chest but Cami can’t feel it. She can hardly feel anything but the swirl of thoughts, of truths, of what she’s always known deep down but never really let herself believe.

She can’t even feel the tears streaming down her face. She just braces herself against the bar, her knuckles white where she grips the edge.]

You just left her there. [To save Klaus, to save Hayley, to make sure a babe didn’t grow up without the parents who loved her beyond words: this is what Cami does not, cannot think in this moment. Not when her head is full of Davina’s screams, her pleas—the memory of the fear when the ancestors merely called her a traitor in their twisted version of an afterlife.]

Why didn’t you restore the circle? [It should have been simple, right? Just as easy as condemning Davina. Freya had the power of the ancestors themselves—she should have been able to restore the circle.] --You could’ve. You…you could’ve helped her, or done something!

[Davina didn’t have to be condemned. She shouldn’t have been.]

[deathlessness]

[There are a lot of things Freya could have done.

She could have asked Davina if she was prepared to sacrifice her life for the cause of stopping Lucien and taking away the ancestors' weapon. She could have given the girl the choice instead of taking it from her by force. She could have brought Davina back and combined their power to see if that would bring them the answer they were looking for. Between the two of them plus Kol, maybe they would have found a better answer.

But Freya wasn't thinking of those options at the time. She was thinking of how Finn died in front of her after trying to save her from Lucien. She was thinking of the family she had spent a thousand years trying to find dying before her eyes, and she couldn't let that happen.

Davina was one girl who was already dead. Lucien was a threat that was bent on destroying all of them.]

If I closed the circle, the energy I channeled would be cut off and I wouldn't be able to do what I needed to do. By the time everything was done, the ancestors already had Davina.

[A beat.]

I'm not proud of what I did, but I didn't want you to hear it from someone else.

[therapize]

[She makes it all sound so simple, so completely logical, as if it were somehow a matter of course that this is simply how things had to be. But it’s not simple, or easy, or clean in any way. Not when Freya’s standing there, as soaked in Davina’s blood as the damn witch ancestors themselves. She dipped her hands into it for power, and in the moment it really doesn’t matter to Cami if that strength saved the lives of other dear friends, of the man she’s chosen to love.

All she can see is her loss, and not just of Davina.]

Maybe you’re not proud of it—but you were happy enough to keep acting like my friend this whole time. [Yes, Cami herself had requested to not know the truth, but that had been made under the assumption that there hadn’t been anything like this lurking in the shadows. Freya should have told her, regardless of what Cami had asked. Instead, she’d masqueraded as a person Cami could trust and believe in, someone Cami could count on.

Someone she could turn to in a time of crisis.]

Get out.

[deathlessness]

[As far as Freya is concerned, Cami was still her friend, and she thought that part of friendship was respecting her wishes. Or maybe she's getting it wrong (again). Either way, Freya knows that this wouldn't have ended any better if she hadn't waited, so she doesn't really see what the difference was.

Still, she again respects Cami's choice. She finishes her drink and gets to her feet. There's probably something she should say here, an apology, maybe, but she's not sure that Cami is in the place to hear it.

So after that moment of hesitation she nods, before heading off to get drunk elsewhere.]