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 Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 9:47 pm
He looked up at that, his breath hitched in his throat. It took several slow heartbeats before he shuffled closer to her, lifting his more human right hand to gently wipe her cheek.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 10:00 pm
She let him.
She gasped a little bit and sniffled quit against her will, but she let him touch her, just this once. The moment the tear was gone though, she stepped away to press the heel of her palm under her eye, trying to stop any more from falling. The confusion only got worse with this new reaction and she backed up into the room.
"Come inside, close the door." She ordered in a bewildered voice, heading directly to her desk to put the toy crow down. There she stayed for a moment, her back to him, shoulders slouched as she leaned one-handed on her desk. Why was she crying? Why did she feel strange? It was Christof's fault and she knew it, but the instinct to make him leave were being overpowered by the curiousity to know why. She was tired of the gaps in her memory; not knowing was enough to drive anyone mad.
"Who are you?" The question came out in a breath, looking over her shoulder to get a decent view of him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 10:28 pm
He nearly tripped as he was shooed inside the door, and when her eyes met his with the sharp question, he had no idea what to say. Explaining anything was not his strong point, to a default.
He ventured with a spelled-out "C-h-r-i-s-t-o-f" who's ending gesture was almost a question mark.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 11:13 pm
"No, no I know that!" She sounded frustrated, but she was clawing at the mental blockade to her memories. "Christof. A third year Igor. Was on Student Council last year. You built this body for me on my request, and I think I learned sign language because of you." It was everything she knew about him, though she left out the events of their last meeting only because, to her, it didn't add up.
She leaned down then, opening the drawer and pulling out the large jar of saved money and bank notes, with the little FREEDOM note written on it. With little warning she handed it to him, though rather forcefully. She was on a rampage now.
"This was for you, wasn't it? And this--" A paper was snatched off the desk, and held out to him with the same forceful urgency. It was another note, but this time it was actually a doodle; someone with very curly hair was punching the nose of a much taller, skinnier figure. It was a crude drawing, probably a sleepy doodle, but it was there.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 11:19 pm
Christof blinked down at the jar shoved into his hands, the seeds inside jingling as he swayed on his feet. He read the word written on it slowly, his brows knitting as he took in the picture offered toward him as well. He didn't recognize it, his brain spinning as he tried to make sense of the little scene.
His breathing hitched in his throat, and his hands shook nearly enough to drop the heavy jar, and he clung to it tightly. In a slow, lurching movement that looked as though he was about to fall off of his feet, he somehow managed to stay upright. His eyes locked with her's, and he carefully set it down to pull a small knife and something else wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket.
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 11:27 pm
The moment she handed over the objects, she stepped away. As much as she wanted to find out what was on the other side of that block, she was also too terrified to find out for real. There were to many possibilities, after all, that that on it's own was scary.
He pulled something from his pocket and her gaze dropped down to it. "What is that?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 11:38 pm
The knife rose, his breathing deep through his nose before he clenched his eyes shut and tore it through the stitches holding his lips shut tight. His third hand aided the clumsier clawed one to unwrap what looked like a small grey slab of meat before he shoved it into his mouth, safety pinning it quickly into place. Even his growing ability to hold onto his limbs couldn't hold this in properly- magic always made sure that part was repelled. He cleared his throat, testing it warily before a weak, thickly accented and slurred voice choked out, "I am your'th."
The voice was deeper than any memory could serve- he hadn't spoken to her since he had returned that summer with the upgrades that had left him with more than a growth spurt.
"And... and at one point, you vere mine."
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 10:40 am
A slab of meat that went into his mouth? What? She watched on curiously, and as he started speaking she blinked again, a fluttering kind as something familiar seeped through the cracks in the block on her memory. He was hers. What did that mean? and - at one point, she was his? Her mind wheeled to try and figure out what that meant, and when she thought of one possibility she was rewarded with a sudden sharp stab in her mind.
She hissed and grabbed at her head with one hand, the other extending to keep him at a distance.
"Are you suggesting that I belong to you? I've never belonged to anyone. Nobody has ever owned me!" Her voice raised angrily, her eye narrowed and peeking out from under her own hand. "Unless..." It was possible. The familiarity he had with her the last time, the entire reason she had been so angry with him, the thoughtful well-made gift... Had they, at one point, dated? She gave another hiss as her head started to pound, sharp and painful. The block was fighting back.
"At one point, you said. Meaning not before all this." Her head was hurting, and she wanted it to stop, but she had to know. If that were true, he still had to mean something - why would the jar still be there, if he meant nothing? But at the same time... "If you were that important to me, why would I choose to forget you?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 10:47 am
He watched her with growing concern as she cradled her head. Was it working? Was he hurting her?
Why would she choose to forget him?
"I am an Igor. My life ith not my own, I thuppothe," He managed, choosing his words carefully, trying his best to make them intelligible and clear. Even so, the burning sensation was spreading- he only would have so long before the replacement tongue would give out. "I underthtand." He couldn't explain the sale. He couldn't explain his curse. He could only hint and pray she remembered. "Why you vould vant to forget."
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 11:20 am
His life was not his own? That's right...he was a created servant. He had to have a Master, right? Or a stand-in... Riley. The name came to her suddenly, through the ever-widening cracks in her mind. The name brought with it a horribly negative jumble of emotions, and now her heart began to hurt just as much as her head. Inadequacy, jealousy, loneliness...the feelings that had been there before were only amplified by the negative power of the black lock on her chest.
"I don't - that wasn't it. I wasn't angry when I - but why?!" She hissed out, her eye squeezed shut. This was getting unbearable, from the pain of the lock and the sudden rush of already intense feelings; she wanted it to end, it had to end. It hurt...it hurt so bad.
"Too much." She breathed out, still holding out her hand to keep him away, but the one on her head was clawing into her flesh now, as if trying to relieve it physically. There was only one way she imagined this pain would stop: "Get out."
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 11:36 am
Something was happening. He wasn't sure what she was asking, what she was responding to, but seeing her struggle, the maddened expression on her face made his chest heave.
He would have left as she commanded, but he remained firmly planted.
"I vould have run vith you. Gotten on Chopper and gone avay, from Amity. From eweryzing. You taught me vhat I could hawe had." His tongue was burning, pain shooting down his throat, up to his head, but he ignored it, his hands balled into fists.
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 1:44 pm
He wasn't leaving. Why wasn't he leaving? If he left the pain would go away, and she'd never scratch at the wall again. She promised. But he wasn't leaving. He was talking about running away; the cracks in the memory block continued to fracture, spidering outwards and opening in a few more places.
They had talked about running away before.
"Run? I wanted to." She breathed out, but immediately drew in another gasp of a breath. She remembered that now. He suggested they run away, and that he would protect her - she had denied it, because she was afraid he would do something reckless to do it. Right. That was a good memory, but it lead to something that hurt. It hurt a lot.
"I--I said no, and then you---" Amrita flinched, then glared at him from under her hands. "--You don't need me, you can have your freedom without me."
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 3:03 pm
"It vouldn't..." He drew in a deep breath, eyes shut now as he scrambled for the right words. He would always have Barth, of course, but it just wasn't the same... How could he even articulate what she had taught him, opened his eyes to, love beyond Masters and Igors... what it could be to be his own person. "I could, yeth." But as soon as he could have fathom the idea of freedom, he had never imagined it alone. Without her.
He had pictured their own little place, close to Barth and Riley, perhaps, although now he supposed things had changed now. But it would have been him and her. Maybe not quite as fairy tale as he imagined it, but the idea of it had carried him forward for longer than she probably even comprehended.
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 8:05 pm
He could, but it wouldn't be the same. She understood that, but she was no longer really hearing him. The cracks continued to spread and the mental block still crumbled, creating bigger and bigger spaces for memories to come through. The day they met, on the train to Christmastown. The crate for DC and the garden he'd made for her. The beautiful night they shared together, and the paranoid distance that followed. The time she had come to him, lonely and in a great deal of pain, for comfort that only touch could provide.
It all came rushing back to her, and all she could do under the weight of those memories and feelings was scream, sinking to the ground on her knees, holding her head as if it were exploding.
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Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 7:53 pm
Christof jumped, a startled noise escaping his throat as suddenly she seemed to... break. Immediately he lunged to try to sooth her, but pulled back when he second guessed himself- would that make matters worse? She didn't want him near her. He had tried to obey her wishes but now, now she was screaming with pain or something and he was clueless what to do about it.
He took a step back in his panic, but fought the urge to run before someone thought he had done something to the poor girl.
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