AN: This is just a little add on to my one shot from Kol and Davina's goodbye showing a bit more of Davina's emotion and the moment following Kol's death at the end of 2x14. Thank you so much for the reviews, they mean so much to me and I hope I'll have something else for you to read over soon.
The astronomical and unimaginable pain that she felt was instantaneous. From the moment that the light – the last flicker of hope and of life – faded from his eyes, she felt the shift inside of her; the doors around her heart slamming shut with such ferocity that she wasn't sure if she were shaking because of the tears or the jolt of it all. With each beat that passed, she could feel the strings inside of her being cut one by one until her arms clutching at her center were the only things keeping her from shattering into a million pieces.
"Davina?" It was Marcel that spoke, slowly crouching down beside her and placing a heavy hand on her shoulder, his voice a whisper and softer than she had ever heard it before. His eyes were like dark storm clouds as they assessed her. She hadn't even heard him enter the cold, dusty mausoleum. "It's time to go," he said, slowly lifting her up from the puddle that she had dissolved into and forcing her to finally release her hold on Kol's hand.
"No," She gasped, her body instinctively wrenching away from his in order to keep her hold on him, his skin slowly growing colder as the minutes passed.
Rebekah was a statue of a girl where she sat, cradling his head in her lap, with silent tears streaming down her cheeks. They had both tried everything in their power to save him, read every book that they could find, and whispered so many spells that their voices cracked with overuse. She remained silent in her grief and closed her eyes as if she could simply deny the life slowly leaking from her brother or Davina's heart breaking and that be enough to erase the fact that it was happening.
Davina forced herself forward, her bare knees scrapping against the uneven concrete and pulled the now lifeless body of the person the only person that she had allowed herself to care for since the death of Tim into her quivering arms. "No, no, no, please, no," She whimpered helplessly, her words coming in broken, echoing pleas. "Please wake up. Expergiscimini," she murmured desperately, her eyes closing tightly as she pushed all of the power that she had into the words whispered into his dampened hair. "Expergiscimini!" She repeated, a broken gasp escaping her lips when her desperate attempts lacked the desired result, "wake up, please, I can save you. I just need time, please."
"Davina" Marcel insisted, his voice growing louder and his hands gripping tightly at her arms as she quivered with such force that she was sure she would crumble to dust. "You have to stop. There isn't anything else that you can do.
"There has to be! I- I didn't do anything. I was supposed to fix it. I was supposed to save him. I have to save him, Marcel," The hot tears traced small, mascara tinted rivers down her cheeks which she scrubbed away with the backs of her hands and the sleeves of her jacket. Despite her small size, she hardly budged when he attempted to remove her from Kol' side. "I know he had his flaws, but he's been there! All he wanted to do was live out his life; he didn't deserve this. I owe him more than this. We all owe him more than this." The tip of her nose was tinted red and tingled with emotion as she sniffled and hid herself in the dirty blond mass of curls on Kol's head. " I have to save him. I have to find a way to fix this. She swallowed hard as another wave of agony washed over her. She had never told him how she felt – how she was beginning to feel.
"I am so sorry," she whimpered, her fingers slowly moving over his face, brushing away the signs of the struggle that his last few moments had entailed.
"He knows," Rebekah finally spoke up, her hand reaching out to rest on top of hers, which still clung to his. "We will fix this. We will bring him back. I promise you, that. We will find a way."
The young witch pulled her eyes up to meet hers, searching her dark iris' for any sort of tricks or betrayal that usually lined the words spoken by Mikaelson's, then nodded slowly when she saw only sincerity and her own pain mirrored back at her.