Post by Kol Mikaelson on Feb 19, 2015 15:38:13 GMT -6
He knew that Rebekah didn't want to leave him, it was easy for anyone to tell he was in fact dying. There was little time left and he wanted to spend it with those that had made living worth it. "Can you give me a minute alone with Davina?" He asked his sister and he saw her give a small, sad smile before nodding her head. Moving towards him she squeezed his hand before leaving. Standing slowly he turned towards Davina and gave her a smile.
"I believe I owe you a dance love." He felt terrible for inviting Davina to the wedding and then never making it. He had tried but less than a mile away his strength had left him and he ended up leaning against the side of a building. The thoughts that went through his mind were that Davina probably hated him and that he wished he hadn't sent Rebekah away. Every step he had taken took so much out of him and he'd had to stop.
Hearing voices and happy cheers out on the street he looked up slight using a majority of his remaining strength and it hurt to try and keep his head up so he let it fall. His vision was fuzzy but he thought he knew those that were passing by. He couldn't have been too far from the compound after all. Davina had lead him back to the tomb with the help of Rebekah and that was how they were back here now.
"I hate to ask you this darling but can you help me move the record player?" It wasn't all that heavy but he was so weak that he was lucky to currently be on his feet. All he wanted was on good night to remember just this one final night with Davina. His mind was already all over the place and his thoughts were jumbled and he could barely remember what he'd just said. Focus was so hard but as he looked at Davina he found it easier to hold on to his thoughts.
"I believe I owe you a dance love." He felt terrible for inviting Davina to the wedding and then never making it. He had tried but less than a mile away his strength had left him and he ended up leaning against the side of a building. The thoughts that went through his mind were that Davina probably hated him and that he wished he hadn't sent Rebekah away. Every step he had taken took so much out of him and he'd had to stop.
Hearing voices and happy cheers out on the street he looked up slight using a majority of his remaining strength and it hurt to try and keep his head up so he let it fall. His vision was fuzzy but he thought he knew those that were passing by. He couldn't have been too far from the compound after all. Davina had lead him back to the tomb with the help of Rebekah and that was how they were back here now.
"I hate to ask you this darling but can you help me move the record player?" It wasn't all that heavy but he was so weak that he was lucky to currently be on his feet. All he wanted was on good night to remember just this one final night with Davina. His mind was already all over the place and his thoughts were jumbled and he could barely remember what he'd just said. Focus was so hard but as he looked at Davina he found it easier to hold on to his thoughts.