Post by Kol Mikaelson on Feb 22, 2015 12:54:37 GMT -6
Though he had told Davina he wanted to do this late bit alone that was the last thing in the world he wanted. The problem was he knew how traumatic this all would be for her and how many wounds would be reopen. It was best she not see him as the life drained away since she was already seeing him at his worst.
Letting Davina go was the hardest thing he'd ever done. Feeling her against him kept him warm despite the cold fighting break through and she gave him a sense of comfort he'd never felt before. She was his star, his shining moment in life and it only seemed right that she should be left with memories worth holding onto instead of those most would want to release.
Stepping towards the tomb his legs were shaking and he would be lucky if he made it inside before collapsing but it needed to be done and so he would put everything he had into making it happened. How could he feel so cold on much a warm and humid night? It was night right? Of course it was night the stars were out and he hated the guy and his girl who had a lifetime to be a happy, a lifetime to enjoy the ups and downs of life and he had mere minutes left.
Turning back towards Davina when he was closer to the tomb he saw her tears and felt his own but he tried to give her a small smile, something to show it was alright even if it didn't seem that way. He wasn't scared of death and for the first time at least he was dying for something. Kol Mikaelson was dying for the girl who had danced with him beneath the stars, the girl who was the pretty girl to his rescue and he could accept that. There was nothing he would change about any of it.
Maybe if he had told Davina sooner they would have had more time but the time he had with her was precious. They'd gone through their first spat and first dance and those were things he would carry with him even when he was nothing more than an ancestral ghost. Taking another step his body felt heavy and his head felt light and it was all he could do to stay on his feet. No he really didn't want to do this last bit alone but that was all he knew.
Letting Davina go was the hardest thing he'd ever done. Feeling her against him kept him warm despite the cold fighting break through and she gave him a sense of comfort he'd never felt before. She was his star, his shining moment in life and it only seemed right that she should be left with memories worth holding onto instead of those most would want to release.
Stepping towards the tomb his legs were shaking and he would be lucky if he made it inside before collapsing but it needed to be done and so he would put everything he had into making it happened. How could he feel so cold on much a warm and humid night? It was night right? Of course it was night the stars were out and he hated the guy and his girl who had a lifetime to be a happy, a lifetime to enjoy the ups and downs of life and he had mere minutes left.
Turning back towards Davina when he was closer to the tomb he saw her tears and felt his own but he tried to give her a small smile, something to show it was alright even if it didn't seem that way. He wasn't scared of death and for the first time at least he was dying for something. Kol Mikaelson was dying for the girl who had danced with him beneath the stars, the girl who was the pretty girl to his rescue and he could accept that. There was nothing he would change about any of it.
Maybe if he had told Davina sooner they would have had more time but the time he had with her was precious. They'd gone through their first spat and first dance and those were things he would carry with him even when he was nothing more than an ancestral ghost. Taking another step his body felt heavy and his head felt light and it was all he could do to stay on his feet. No he really didn't want to do this last bit alone but that was all he knew.