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 Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 3:43 pm
Weather notwithstanding, the city felt cold and young. It felt crowded. Dirty. The lights of the skyscrapers, streetlamps, traffic headlights were sick yellows, flashing crimsons and lurid greens. There was too much noise. It stank. It couldn't be more different, coming 'home' to Destiny City from Svalbard. It wasn't home. It was a rotting corpse whose miasma of pollution was so bad that even the stars had trouble shining down. There were so fewer of them in the sky over the city. There were no ribbons of light. There was no fresh air. He stood at the edge of an observation deck on top of the Third Fifth Bank Skyscraper of Downtown. It wasn't the tallest of the buildings, but it was accessible with the right path from other near buildings. Even so high up, the air felt choking. So high up in the late of night it was obvious that he wasn't harassing any civilians. There's an aura approaching. A senshi. Powerful. What do they want? It's specific to come this way. Titanlåvenite waited.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2014 9:12 pm
She could feel them, way up there. A captain, Ida was pretty certain, and he/she wasn't moving. It was unlikely whomever it was was bothering anyone, but she had a very good reason for hunting them down tonight. The eternal was looking for a particular man, actually, who happened to be in the Negaverse and of Captain rank. The last she had seen him, he had been higher ranked, and order aligned... but if she had the time right, that's what he'd be.
Sadly, the captains she had hunted down thus far had be disappointments and there was nothing to say this would not be another one. Finding one man was a tall order when you had no reliable way of contacting him. It was why, though, she had to try again, and keep trying, if she ever wanted to find some measure of peace in this one part of her life.
I just need to see you alive... just once. I need that small peace of mind these days. It wouldn't really change anything, and if he didn't remember her, it would be hard to explain what she was doing, but there was so little comfort to be found in memories of events of the future. Seeing someone alive she had seen dead was one of them and of the people she had come to care dearly for, the Captain was near the top of the list.
A circle of the building revealed the path the captain above had most likely taken, Ida followed with practiced ease, her eternal strength making the leaps easily. Up and up she went, the noise of the city falling away below her until her white boots touched down on the railing of the observation deck and Ida cast about for the agent she felt. Hopefully whomever it was would not just attack her, but she kept her guard up just in case. Of the other captains she had run down, a good percentage of them had taken exception to her approach.
"Hello?" Ida called, trying to keep her voice light. "I'm not looking to fight. I just want to talk."
There was someone there... someone tall and solidly built. The senshi felt her heart squeeze in her chest and she bit her lower lip, waiting for him to turn and cast his face in light.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 5:12 pm
As it got closer, the aura resolved into not just powerful, but an eternal. The flashing glimpses mulberry-purpley-light on a hopping ascent gave an early clue. He didn't move. Her voice came soon. What will I see when I turn around? It will be Ida. But what Ida. Which Ida? Its funny that it would matter, like I knew Ida much at all. What definitions am I comparing? Why bother comparing them? He turned on his heel, stopping at a perpendicular, standing at a profile and then looked over his shoulder. "Ida." She was marked with the glowing bits. She was small, but not knob-jointed and wasted from a diet bordering starvation. She looked too tired. It wasn't particularly different than a month or more ago. When had they last spoken? Maybe when he caught her? Life was still normal. "It is a high place- what were you looking for?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 7:45 pm
Light limed the cheekbones and strong jaw she knew, caught in the gold of hair that was too long. He didn't turn completely towards her... held himself in reserve, but there was enough for recognition and a bizarre moment of familiar/unfamiliar feeling. She hadn't seen this face in years, this younger version of a man she had come to know well, and yet... it was not so long ago, in this timeline. As she settled into this time, it was getting easier to remember 'recent' events... she thought she might have run into him just after the glow had appeared. Right! He had called it a 'space sickness'... it had stuck in her memory for how utterly her mind had rejected that idea.
He called her name and she started, pulled out of her thoughts. What were you looking for?
"You." She said softly as she stepped off the railing and landed lightly on the deck. The eternal paced closer, but slowly... half not wanting him to think she was doing anything threatening and half because she had a stupid moment of fearing he might be a figment of her desperation-addled mind. There was something about people thinking they see something because they wanted it too much, right? Ida didn't think hallucinations could be this vivid, but there was still that sliver of worry.
He was thicker than she remembered, more rounded... less sharp angles. Tall as ever, though. The skull on his shoulder looked odd on him, as did the blacks. They made him feel... cold. Hard. Rich earthy tones suited him better, to her mind. So did smiles.
"I'm sorry if I'm intruding. I just... I wanted to see you. To make sure you're okay." Her hands clasped lightly behind her back, settled under her hip wings. How much did he remember? Nothing? Everything? His greeting made her suspect it was not the complete accounting she had, unless... unless it was and he was angry with her. Angry for not moving the hospital when the rumors started and forcing him and Hver to make their sacrifice. For being the indirect cause of their deaths. Brown eyes worried-wide, Ida bit her lip and pushed down the sudden surge of emotion. Too much of that lately... she needed to keep herself under control.
"There has been... something happening to people these last few weeks." Ida said as she came to a comfortable distance and stopped, respecting his space and his choice not to face her fully. "Those I've talked to on both sides, for the most part, have been having dreams and memories surface of a different time and place. I remembered you, among other people and events."
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 3:36 am
Her manner was so strange. Nerves were plain, with how she fussed her hands behind herself, or her lip. How searching her eyes were in their wideness- trying to catch everything in the dim that human eyes could manage. "You would rather talk, then? You should lift your palm to show as much." "Dreams are hardly what fell a man." If it was only taken that far- that people were having bad dreams and she felt the need to check on him. "Especially not the dream of other people. " "Memories are backwards, dreams are forwards...they're not very same thing? You use them as the same? " The idea of dreams being memories hadn't surfaced in all his musings about what was going on in his own head. No solution had, in fact, other than going mad. She plainly thought something an awful lot about she was talking about, with some amount of conviction. She was really looking for me? Just me? She felt a captain on top of some building and came all the way up here just to see if it was me?
Why would anyone do that?
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 12:17 pm
"Oh, ah... Sorry."
Ida dropped her hands from behind her back with chargrin, spreading one bare palm and one glow-marked. How long has it been since I needed to show you my hands? She wondered. Unbidden, Naer's face in death swam into her mind's eye and Ida pushed it down with sudden panic.
No, don't think about it. He's alive. He's okay. He's standing right in front of you.
"No, dreams don't fell people." She said as she took a deep breathe and let it out again, letting her hands fall to lace together over her stomach and the rounded shape of her compact.
"I used both dreams and memories because there have been both." Ida began, picking her words carefully. How much could she share before he thought her completely mad? But at the same time... What about their lives wouldn't feel mad to an outsider viewer? "For example, my team mate, Athene, saw events in his dreams and only got a few bits and pieces. For me, it was different. I remember every moment of the next five years, so for me it's more like these things have already happened and now I'm living them over again. A month ago, I was sleeping in a tent in the woods and taking care of our wounded and now I'm eighteen again and back in college. Everyone who died is alive and unscarred."
The Negaverse doesn't hold the city in thrall and I can walk it in fuku without being swamped with agents.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 3:03 am
Likewise, Titan removed a glove to tuck into his belt and lifted the bared hand palm up and out to her. The ritual done, the ready-set of his stance relaxed. "If you remember every moment, you should take to betting." There were plenty of movies and stories that went on about prophecy or timetravel and its uses for wagers on sports, races, or other gambling. The description of a tent in the woods drew his thoughts like drowning staccato strikes on drums large as houses. There was no being grateful that superior officers weren't there to know his blunder- at least one General would have suggested youma-born modifications to supplement and improve from a catastrophic failing. Ida was 18 and in college in Destiny City and it did not register. It would have narrowed the hunt of the SpecOps for this one sailor from the prospective hand-count hundred thousand to the population of a new freshmen class averaging some 8 thousands at likewise schools. Less even, counting only the female population, only those current of date as 18 and no other age. And less again only those of non-caucasian skin. Narrowed, and lost. Not even mourned by the captain. "Will you...tell me about your dream memories?" Tents in the woods. Tents in the woods. Tents in the woods. Tents in the woods. His name was Herger.
My name. "About the tents?" About the flowers. Chicory and Wild Carrot.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 10:57 am
The slip of information had come naturally... she never even noticed her error or what it could have cost her. Part of it was trust, in this man in particular. The thought that he might be a danger to her had simply never occurred.
She made a face at the mention of betting. Truthfully the idea had never occurred to her, but now that it had, it held no appeal. What good would it do her? It was also, technically, cheating... wasn't it?
"I don't gamble... I prefer money that I earn with my own two hands." She said softly. It was good to see that he had relaxed after the show of palms. It was curious that he had even gone so far as to remove his glove, but she would remember this. If talking with him were as simple as that... she would be grateful for the small things.
"If you want to hear them, I'll... I'll try." She said as her fingers closed tighter around her compact. There was little Ida would not have done for Herger... and by extension, Titan. Even if it meant facing what she had been avoiding thinking to hard about. Already she could feel her pulse picking up in fear bordering on panic... just the thought of calling up those events made her feel weak. Clamping down on the emotions, Ida tucked them away, forcing calm. It will be like the times I had to tell the families of a death... just detach from it. Don't let yourself feel it... It was a dangerous line to tred, but for him, she would do it.
"In a few years from now, the Negaverse will take over the city... not through force, but through politics. They set themselves up in every high office there was... the police, the mayor... and when they had control, they passed laws that made 'energy donation' mandatory for all citizens physically able. I left the city then, my nursing degree complete and real world experience under my belt, to join the refugee forces of Order that had banded together in the undeveloped areas outside." Ida started, her voice taking on a clinical tone that related fact and little emotion. Lifting a hand, she gestured to the glowing half of her face. "Being... like this... I'm unusually susceptible to being energy drained. Submitting to the donation would have given me away for what I am... so with nothing to keep me in the city, I left. It wasn't safe for the Order camp to make a permanent location, so we lived for the most part in a nomadic style. Tents, folding furniture, general camping equipment that could be carried or transported in a truck. I'd never even camped before... it was a hard adjustment. Eventually, though, I noticed a need for better medical care in the camp. We were still fighting, even from hiding, and it wasn't safe to risk the hospitals in the city... so I pushed to set up our own field hospital, organized what we needed from what I had learned to work with in the city. Those who had some military knowledge or background brought me surplus supplies and I established the hospital. We called it the Oasis... Hvergelmir's idea."
The name made her stumble and her voice catch. Memories threatened, hovering at the edges of her mind. Don't think about it.
"We were always short on supplies in the camp, but we made do. We had clever people who figured out the best ways to stretch things, how to re-purpose things that were cast off to other uses, and those who remained in the city often smuggled us supplies. That, or we sent small groups in to take what we needed, their signatures masked by a guardian cat. I stopped going when I found my crystal... my world narrowed down to the hospital. I even set up my tent nearby so I could be found in an emergency, but there were groups of tents all over, set in such a way into the forest that they were invisible from the air, for the most part. The numbers in the camp grew exponentially when people heard of it was a safe haven... It wasn't just senshi and knights that lived there. They brought whole families with them, theirs and friends who were against the Negaverse. Children, mothers, elderly... Anyone who wanted to escape, we took in. Those who wanted something more stable, we sent along to the caves in the mountains where we had set up another camp. Our forces began to form into groups and soon we had the Mainstay, who fought the Negaverse in larger battles, the Watchers who remained in the city to feed us information, the Shadows who captured and interrogated prisoners... and the Guard, who were responsible for the defense of the camp itself..."
It took her back... back to leaf-shaded light and the smell of earth, to the sound of generators chugging away and, always, the voices of their people, scratching out something that approximated a normal life. Waking up at dawn to wash in a camp shower and pull on another pair of old scrubs before making sure everything in the Oasis was how she had left it when she went to bed. Caring for the wounded, counting supplies, making lists... eating what was thrust at her when she forgot and finally retreating to her tent after midnight to sleep for a few hours. As odd as it sounded... she missed it. It was hard to devote yourself completely to something and then one day wake up and its gone. That was part of the problem, wasn't it? She hardly knew what to do with herself without it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2014 3:37 am
Titan listened quietly, eventually leaning back against the wall ledge as he did so. He watched the sky with no focus or seeming interest in the blown out, amber brown pollution. When she was done, silence marked some minutes. He broke it with a single, quiet word offered, "Kenisite." The press conferences of dreams- standing as furniture and guard both to watch in horrified silence as the man in his naval like crispness and magazine smile milked away freedom, hope, growth, life, and any heartful thing from what seemed the world, not a city. There had walked in horror so many strange and new names. New faces. General-sovereigns that felt like caracitures of demons instead of mighty leaders to inspire and follow. They hated and mistrusted even their own. Even the common people. Ida's offering felt of the reactionaries to it, the world as a broad sweep for an encyclopedia blurb as written by one pair of eyes. But there were similarities in it. Like when they'd both had those strange colorless doubles. Maybe other people have been having these strange dreams, too. She spoke of Hvergelmir. What about Kairatos? ....that name....'Chariklo', if she is real to be able to seek. Does Ladon dream these dreams...muffins baked from a stone hearth, or foil box and sunlight? Asking specifics must be so dangerous. It felt like death to speak in the dreams. Only orders or they'll know. Only orders or one of them watching would shift their eyes and I would stop being furniture. . "Do you know....where does it come from...the dreamworld?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2014 7:23 pm
The name brought a frown to Ida's face, but she nodded.
"Kenisite, the mayor... the face we all saw on the news every night, the voice we heard on the radio." So, he remembered some... enough to ask about the tents and pull up the name of the enemy. When Titan shifted his position, Ida took a chance to come closer, turning to mimic his position against the ledge herself. They were not touching, but the distance had grown smaller and that was a comfort.
The dream world... what could she say about it? The thing that had happened, the mixing of time and the memories of the end of everything... He knew as much as she did as to the cause of it, really. She wished she had more answers for him... she wished she had more answers for herself.
"I don't know." She said finally, wrapping her fingers around her compact. "There was... nothing, to explain what happened. I remember standing on the stage as the general approached me with his sword... I remember dying. I felt my heart stop... and then, between one instant and the next, I was sitting up in my old bed, in my old apartment."
She didn't want to think about the stage... about the crystal strung around her to bind her power to an ineffectual level. Standing before a crowd that cheered for her death and then the bite of metal as it slid between her ribs. Her mind skittered away, scared of delving too deeply into that. Those memories, there at the end... they felt like sucking mud, threatening to draw her down if she wasn't careful. Instead, her mind sought lighter things, strangely choosing to call up something she hadn't thought of in a long time.
"I was going to be twenty four in a few months." She said absently, a forefinger tracing embossed gold. "I completely forgot about my last birthday. It would have passed right on by without me knowing if it weren't for you all ambushing me outside the medical tent with a tiny cake someone had made." A soft expression passed over her face, a hint of a smile pulling at her lips. She'd nearly cried at the show of affection from the people she cared for... it hadn't mattered that the cake was the simplest kind one could make with plain frosting and no decorations. The smiling faces behind it had been enough.
"We sat around the fire and drank hot cider, singing songs and eating tiny pieces of cake so there was enough for everyone to have some. I was surprised how many people came, but I think it was the promise of cake and companionship, more than anything. It was a simple birthday, but it was one of my fondest memories..." The smile faded and she shrugged gently. "I'll be nineteen instead, I guess."
"Have you been dreaming, Titan?" Ida said as she tilted her head towards him, setting aside the nostalgic feelings. "Have you... dreamed of the Fjord?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 2:35 am
The captain didn't trouble over her closer proximity. The truce was signaled between them for the time being. It felt better to be near someone, in a strange way. In the same strange way being with family had been comfort and stress all at once for the last month- not wanting to be vulnerable but unable to be anything else. "Its been nothing but dreams for a while. I went away. It didn't matter where we slept- the dreams have been there and strange. Some strange other life of some other man I don't know. But he is me. But he doesn't know me, me-me. He knows Titanlåvenite." "Jävlar-" Laurelite would not want that sort of world would she? Where was she? Where was Zinkenite, Howlite, Laurelite or Apatite? They wouldn't mean for so many people to be dying. Disappearing. Torturing them. We're trying to prevent the Earth from becoming all over like the Hall of Shadows- shades of hate and hunger with no better keeping than sealed away. Aren't we?"I've never even heard of a Kenisite anywhere in our ranks. " Maybe somewhere else? Laurelite and Apatite came from overseas? Or...maybe across the country? I don't remember. It never seemed important before. Is there a Kenisite out there somewhere? In this world? Does Herger dream of this world? Is it a real world? Or...memory? or ...just dreams? prophecy? I can't tell. Fjords...? Do I dream of fjords?"No...there's been no fjords in the dreams. " But the word itself felt like a hammer stroke and a headache combined. He liked the fjords in Scandinavia, but they'd never seemed personally significant. Talking about them had never made his heart race before, or stolen his breath. "There are no fjords in Destiny City. I don't know if there are any in the USA." "Just Destiny City. Just the countryside here. The dreams press in, this city feels like so much more noise and everything feels stifling. So I came up here. It hasn't helped. I still can't make sense of it."
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 9:25 pm
His telling of his dreams was absorbed in quiet contemplation. He remembered his life after he purified and he remembered forgetting his civilian life. It was something, even if it wasn't everything. He didn't understand it, but that wasn't surprising. The choice to leave the Negaverse was not an easy one... if he had been ready to make it now, he would not have waited until he was a general.
How to go about speaking on this subject though... Ida wasn't sure. She wasn't good at convincing anyone of anything and she wasn't a counselor. Would knowing the details make his mind easier, or would it only scare him off? Telling someone they would become something could very well make them resist the change and that was the last thing she wanted. The best she could do was feel her way through it, really... and hope.
"I know you now, and in the future, that gave us a small connection that became a friendship. I was your friend, and grateful to call myself such." She smiled gently, turning that smile on him for a moment. "You are a good man... whatever colors you wear, you will always have a big heart. Even when we fought over that Page you had caught, I could see that. You will always be yourself, no matter what happens."
Looking out of the city, Ida saw in her mind's eye, not buildings and lights, but green-cloaked mountains and water that sparkled in the sunlight.
"The fjord is not in the United States, you're right, its in Norway. The Nærøyfjord... I remember visiting it a time or two. It was so beautiful. The walls of the valley were steep... but rich and green. Strong and protective, like it's Knight. It was not the green hills of Ireland that I remember from my childhood and it was not the gentle landscape of Ida... but I loved it for itself. I think Wonders are like that." Remembering these things, talking about them... it felt good. Better than the things that had led up to the end, the things she was afraid to think about too hard. Remembering the good times and good things and good people... they made it easier and relaxed some of the anxiety she had been struggling with.
Reaching out, Ida laid her fingers gently against his arm.
"I know how it feels though, here in the city... I feel it too sometimes with the noise and the bustle. I'm sorry its been hard for you. I would help you, if I can." What she could do for him, when she could barely hold the pieces of herself together, she wasn't sure. Thinking on it, she hesitated a moment and then offered it tentatively. "If you'd like a break from the city and the memories, I could take you somewhere quiet and peaceful. Would you like to see my asteroid? There are no city lights there, no traffic or people. There are no memories or dreams either, I think... the war doesn't touch it."
The only memories there are my own, both past and future.Ivynian Im assuming he took her at some point in their friendship,but I can edit if need be! I'm also assuming she took him to Ida because she takes everyone who will go.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 2:18 am
She called it the future with such certainty. The staunchness caught on his thoughts each mention of it, like burs caught to the coat of a bear. If the future is already known, already written, then what does action now make for differences?
Nærøyfjord
He could barely hear the rest. She was talking, but it wasn't coming through as legible words. There were hundreds of other conversations in Bokmål and Svensk. There was the feel of fingers along his arm, covering parts of skin exposed between his rolled sleeve and his glove.
Andras fel gör ingen lag det hjälper inte den brottslige att andra har begått samma brott. Nærøyfjord. Nær. Naer.
Voices called the title like a name cheerfully. In distress. In panic. In hope. In passion and despair. It was the word missing from the dreams, the post held heart close and whose syllables wove round his resolve as the strength of the skein. He had been to the Sognefjord on cruise with family. He'd walked the old postal road along the Nærøyfjord. He'd never felt anything then. There'd been nothing more magical than the crowning mountains and waterfalls- nothing more than the Earth itself. No weapons, knights, wizards or witches. No Youma or people bearing the legacies of planets. It was a place, a soul-breathingly powerful and beautiful place, but no great well and home of power to draw from for the tests of martial majesty demanded by the feuds of Negaverse, Senshi and Knights. He tried to focus on breathing, instead of the impulse to flee. What would I run from? From Lady Ida? She is shivering herself. You can hear it in her voice, how thin her courage right now. She's come looking for a friend, worried about a friend. A friend over flowers, pancakes, pieces of cakes and warm fires. A friend on whom my vest was too long and dragged on the ground, but queenly the fur seemed around her neck in the falling snow.
If these are memories.
If it is the future.
Is it magic? For now, what good is running? The danger is inside already, in that name and in those dreams. The danger to my standing beside my throne and as a member of the Special Operations.
"No, " It came thick, half drowned in his deep throat. "It is a kind offer, but no. If what you say is true....If there is some way, some miracle that there is a knight of some other power beneath this strength given to me by our throne...if that other name..." "I belong here for now. Captain Titanlåvenite or Herger, Hersir of Nærøyfjord and of Earth. I must find peace with here. Answers here. " He put his other had overtop hers on his arm, even though he looked out across the observation deck at the black, reflective eyes of the skyscraper windows and entry door to the whatever-floor of the building. "When I've some answers, though...I would like to see your lands. " "Lands and Lives....what else have ever people fought over. Even now."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 6:51 pm
When his voice came, there was something in it that caught her attention and Ida looked up in concern. His breathing was off, the muscle tense under hand. She almost pulled her hand away, but then his larger one covered it, warm and solid. Simple as it was, the gesture was a comfort and it said a lot.
Turning, Ida pressed her forehead to his arm as she wrapped both her smaller hands around his, giving it a squeeze.
"I'm sorry I've distressed you." She said into his shirt. Despite the corruption washing her senses from his proximity, he still felt firm and real. Like this, he blocked out the world and it was easier to set aside the questions, the worry over timelines and the guilt she could never really put aside. Just standing here like this, she could pretend for a moment that they were simply two people, friends like her heart kept insisting.
The ice inside broke, webbed in cracks. Not gone, but not as crushing as it had been before. A sort of thaw that came with each person she found again.
"I've probably brought up more questions than answers. I feel like being sent back like this, knowing how events played out, is a second chance for us. To make better choices and find a better outcome. All I want to do is keep people from dying like that... to keep them safe. I don't want to bury you again." It had been hard enough the first time, going back with a small group to find their dead. Finding them at last in the graveyard, Hver looking as though she had simply fallen asleep between the trees... she didn't think she could do it a second time.
Ida pulled back finally, easing the tight grip she'd had on his hand. Wind tugged at her hair, sweeping it across her face to catch in her mouth.
"I'm sorry, you came up here to think and I've been intruding. Would you like me to leave you alone?" Seeing him had been enough... knowing they were alive did nothing to convince her heart when it still remembered their deaths. Seeing them in person brought some small measure of peace. "If there is anything else you want to know, I can try to fill in the blanks."
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 2:22 am
It was strange to feel her, to hear her, and to find the results normal in their confusions of signal and contradictions. She drew closer, hid against him in plain want and need of contact and protection, then apologized and tried to verbally retreat and dismiss it away and escape before about facing again to offer more information. The latter most was like the bribe, the justification of time 'well spent', she was offering herself more than him. It was like the pancake. Second chances don't seem possible the way she means...or maybe...well, I don't understand most things, let alone when people are trying to explain complicated things. But do things better, maybe. But deaths happen, good or badly bought. " The all-father wove our skeins long ago- they end where they will end, however we choose to live in the between. It is more ...better to see right paths for themselves, not to stop from dying. " what is this path then?"I do not mind you here, Lady Ida. But it is cold and windy- if you will to stay, you should keep close, " he lifted the arm she'd pressed to as invitation and gesture of welcome both. If nothing else in life was aspired to, he'd many years been an effective windbreak.
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