And I never wanted anything from you- Characters: Wanda, Daimon. Later- Pietro Setting: The apartment above Daimon's shop Content: Sappy stuff, probably Summary: Daimon has to return to his Hell and Wanda's come to say goodbye
Wanda was sure she was prepared for goodbye. Her conviction held as she climbed out of a taxi beyond the building that housed Daimon's shop and entered through the front door. The conviction began to waver at the first smell of incense and old paper, the first flood of memory that she could not block out no matter how hard she tried. Walking into the shop the first time and seeing him leaning on the counter, the way he’d smirked when he saw her. Hours spent together poring over books or laying in bed talking. Meeting him for lunch at Columbia or weekends at Hellfire Lake. Putting on a record and dancing with him in the library of his manor. This spot near the counter where she’d first kissed him and the desk in the cluttered alcove of his office where- she gave a watery laugh at that thought and it sounded somehow forbidden in the little space.
Ascending the staircase to the second floor she pushed open the door and stared around at Daimon’s little flat with tear-blurred vision. He had called and said to meet him here and now she wondered why it had to be here. The shop below cracked her resolution and the apartment shattered it. They had made this place theirs. That lamp they’d bought together and a rug for the floor and knick knacks in the kitchen and dvds on a shelf and so many little things they’d managed to accumulate that didn’t mean anything now. A few photographs in frames and her favorite mug still on the coffee table and his jacket draped over that chair where he always tossed it down and had just left it since the weather changed.
They’d curled up together on the couch and they’d watched the ancient tv he insisted that he wouldn’t replace and taken walks in Central Park and had a favorite restaurant in the neighborhood and a favorite cafe.There was the broken radiator in the bedroom and waking in Daimon's arms on a frigid January morning. All they'd had together, really, was winter in a series of cold nights and cold days and now that it was warm everything was gone. There would be no Barcelona in the summer and no more lessons in magic. There would be nothing that they'd planned. In only a few short months they’d built what seemed to be a life together, and in only a few short minutes those delusions of happiness were destroyed.
This decision was the right one, no matter how much she didn’t want it, and she understood why he had to go. Wanda knew that Daimon was protecting her and that by accepting this she was, in turn, protecting everyone else that she loved. It didn’t make it any easier. Resolutions and decisions that seemed so necessary in a blood-spattered book store, in the presence of demons, in the Tower among the people she cared most about, could not hold here in this place- in their place. She’d been so sure she could manage this, that by some miracle coming to terms with it meant that it could hurt less. It didn’t. Apparently, Wanda was not so prepared for this goodbye.