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 Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2015 6:18 pm
The place wasn't one he knew. Everything felt fresh, like moving without any recollection of living anywhere. He was introduced to the rooms, and given his room where his things were already unpacked. He spent time sitting in the room, looking around, at first having a strange sort of apprehension if he was even allowed to touch anything as if he was intruding upon someone else's room. Once he reminded himself thiw as HIS room, he slowly started picking at his things, pulling out shirts and tilting his head to one side or the other to debate if these were clothes he liked, before looking through dressers for any information about who he was outside of what he remembered. After he pulled out everything and turned it in his hands, he put it back and sat back down. He did this a few times as if looking at them again would refresh his memory, but it never did. Then he started to wander the house. Paris's house, his friend it seemed. Good friend. He only knew that she was a princess, one he tried to kill, and that Ganyemede had been protected by Valhalla.
Confused, he wandered the house, looking out the window and soon claimed a spot with a window seat and laid down, arranging some pillows and took out his phone. It had named of people he didn't now, and he wondered if he should call them. Then again, what would he asked. "Do you know me? How?"
He looked at the recent call list and saw the name "Billy" over and over again. He knew the name as it was one he called Bismuthite. Bismuthite, who was Hawara, the man who held his hand.
How could he call someone so often when he didn't know what to even say to the guy.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 1:53 pm
Seemingly out of nowhere, Wyatt appeared, leaning on the window frame behind Torin. Wyatt had, like Torin, parused his room, which honestly consisted of very little. He had been given the envelope full of files and other things that they had arranged before the purification, including the letters, but he hadn't done anything with them yet. They were in their own separate envelopes within the bigger one. Other files he had perused - a house listing, important notes, bank information -so at least they weren't broke. Which is what prompted Wyatt to look for Torin. "Hey, you wanna go out?" Wyatt asked. He was pretty sure Torin hadn't even detected him there, and perhaps Wyatt could have been more polite than to give the poor guy a heart-attack, but there was some unexplainable inclination, both playful and devious. There was a charming grin on his face, and a warmness in his eyes that also glinted with mischief. He hoped Torin agreed - it was lunch time, and a 'date' seemed like a nice way to..um....reconnect?
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 6:48 pm
He had not expected Wyatt to come in any other direction than the one he thought was the only option. It was why he turned himself to have his eye towards the room, not the window, and let himself take some pleasure in the warm light. His eyes went over the phone, not really reading or doing anything aside from pushing buttons. It was his phone. It was his because it was in his pocket. That was all he could feel about it. It was his only in that it was either on him or he was told it was his. It was in places he was told were his. But that feeling of pocession, of having, was not there.
So he tried to somehow seep the feelings through his fingertips - which didn't help getting him anywhere.
The voice starteld him, and he jerked back, looking wildly at the room and grabbing the pillow as it was the closet thing to a weapon he had in arm's reach. Holding it out, he looked and finally saw Wyatt standing there, all smiles and warm light, and he wanted to kill him.
"Don't do that!" He snapped back, flushing in that he was taken by alarm so quickly, and slowly sliding back down into his seat, lowering the cushion.
The invitation was one he wanted to reject out of spite, and he glanced around the room, the odd house, the place with less answers then questions, and wondered what he could do here. However, after a moment, he glanced back at the window, the warm sky, and at that joker's smile and frowned back. It wasn't a bad idea, to get out.
"Ok....I guess....but you have to remember the way back." Since he didn't trust himself to know.
"Do you...know a place?" He asked, getting up and setting the cushion back in it's spot.
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2015 5:04 am
Lucky for them, Wyatt's powered other self knew the city prooooobably a little better than his other civilian self had. So that was something. "Sure, I've got a little something in mind," he said with a shrug as they began to walk the long hallways and stairs until they finally came to the front t door of the massive house. Wyatt opened the door and playfully made a sort of bow, offering Torin to be the first out. Not that either of them would notice, but Wyatt was a lot more light hearted than Billy has been. The burden of a poor childhood and false pretenses forgotten had done him a world of good. However, Wyatt didn't need to remember Ladon to know that his new self, this Torin fellow, seemed guarded and troubled. Perhaps that was all the more reason for Wyatt to put forth the positive airs. Wyatt wanted to made Torin happy, even if he didn't remember why. He wanted to see him filled with confidence and self, and he wanted to be the support and rock for this.. Timid shell to lean on.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 11:41 am
He followed along, passing the rooms he wasn't sure he ever visited before now, through the house he was now calling his temporary home, and followed after the one person he had memories of still.
Following behind, he tried to conjure feelings from those memories, squeezing them for a part of him he couldn't touch, to feel something more than the strange displaced feelings he had now. He wasn't sure he was acting RIGHT, like HIM when he wasn't sure what HIM really was. What did he stand for? What did he feel was worth getting the most upset over? Was he being less of himself? Was he doing himself his own justice? Would the old him hate the new him?
Would this man hate the new him?
Wyatt certainly seemed more confident than him, and he envied that sense of comfort the other had, that it seemed things were just OK despite feeling he should be doing more.
His eyes vaguely traveled down before shooting back up when Wyatt turned to bow. Frowning as he turned a little pink, he rose an eye at him, not sure to be upset and stop it. Instead, he allowed it. He was higher ranking when he had been the other him, at least for a time, and he liked that level of respect.
He walked past, looking at Wyatt from the side of his eye before turning and waiting for him. It wasn't like he knew his way around aside from a few key places that were only really familiar to him at night.
"Do....do we just.....hold hands or something?" Was that what married people did?
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 10:51 am
"If you want to - I'd like that," Wyatt said, holding his hand out to his side for Torin to take as they began the walk down the driveway, where not far off a bus stop would be waiting. Wyatt's timing was not entirely random - he had looked up the bus schedule and knew that soon the bus would be coming by on its route back in to town. He'd been really hoping that Torin would come. "So, uuuuh... Mind if I call you Tori?" Wyatt asked with a sidelong glance and a somewhat awkward smile, before also adding in awkward rapidness, "Y'know you're really cute, well, good looking - cute isn't the right word, is it? Um.." Awkward though it was, he didn't seem to be too embarrassed by his fluster, just bit his lip, lowered his eyes, and gave a silent huff of a laugh at himself.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 11:41 am
He looked at the hand and took it, gripping it none to lightly but not a death grip either. If Wyatt was his, he wanted him to know it. They were a new pair and Torin wanted to establish that idea firmly in his mind. They were married and that meant Wyatt was his and his alone.
Walking alongside him, his eyes moved up to the warm sun, the swaying trees that lined the sidewalk, and glanced at passing cars and taxi cabs. He soared a look back to answer. "You can if you want. I don't mind...." But what if everyone wanted to call him Tori? "You test it out for me. I'll see if I like it." If he did, he'd decide who he would allow to use it.
The addition made him frown as he looked dead ahead, turning redder. "You shouldn't talk like that before I reach the bus." What would the passengers think?
Then again, did he care about passengers, strangers he probably never met, when he couldn't remember the people closest to him? "Not that they matter."
They didn't. He mattered. Wyatt mattered because he had memories of him. That mattered.
"you... Aren't bad. Not just what I remember. I mean now.." He cleared his throat and looked away. "..on the eyes." Eye.
He looked back to look at Wyatt's pink face. He got embarrassed too. Could it go more red? How easily did he fluster?
He wanted to see that.
"You're cheeks are punk. That's cute." He smiled. "I'll think of a nickname for you too." Wyatt couldn't really be shortened. He'd think of another name.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 12:05 pm
"It's strange, isn't it? Neither of us changed physically, but we still can't recognize one another from before. Magical glamour is a strange thing..." Wyatt mused, subconsciously running a thumb over Torin's knuckles. "Toriii~ My Tori, all that I have and all that I want in this world. Mmmm. Yeah, I think this nickname will stick. I'm interested to hear what you can come up with for me though." How did one go about shortening that? Well, maybe Torin would think up some other name. Hopefully something that wasn't too embarrassing. Not that he embarrassed too easy - he was just a little flustered trying to 'impress' Torin a second time around - all clumsy flirtation and complements, and not really knowing he he was succeeding or not... They soon got the the bus stop, and the bus arrived not long after. They boarded, but it was crowded. Wyatt offered Torin the remaining seat, while he grabbed the handle for standing passengers. He motioned for Torin to sit.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 12:24 pm
He hummed a long him of agreement, quiet as he thought about it. "It's weird everyone else knows us better than we know ourselves right now. It's like ... Floating or ... Trying to fit into some place you were supposed to before. I know I had direction but don't remember what exactly except from a few things. I want to keep moving somewhere in a direction." He knew who he didn't like. He knew who he did. He knew faces in pain and those in soft colors that came to smooth his nightmares while he slept at night.
The hand rubbing against him was calming and he liked it. He squeezed back.
On the bus, he looked at the seat and instead stood, taking his hand to grip the handle beside Wyatt. "I'll only sit if you sit with me." He looked over at him. "Unless you want to sit."
He stood beside Wyatt all the same. "Is this place far?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 1:45 pm
"You'll have to sit on my lap then," Wyatt said, trying to gauge how Torin reacted before sitting down and offering him a seat on aforementioned lap. "We'll be there soon enough, I think. I'll admit, roof tops and alleys offer a much different view than a bus. The rumble of the bus meant he didn't quite have to whisper for others to not catch what he was saying, but he said it kind of hushed anyway. He was..perhaps a bit nervous about Negaverse retaliation, even in this form, and with the new glamour.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 4:08 pm
He looked down at Wyatt. "Don't get - wiggly."
Torin sat slowly, holding the seat back from the seat in front of him and turned in order to see him. This involved turning his good eye towards him.
"I remember a different layout of this place too. I guess I probably walked a around and it feels like I have, it's just I can't think of when or where or know what's coming next."
He gripped the seat, looking out the window. "Do I...feel familiar to you?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 5:18 am
When Torin sat down, Wyatt naturally wrapped his arms around the other man's waist and rested his chin in the crook of his shoulder. A pleasant sigh followed with closed eyes and a soft smile. "You feel right," Wyatt said, "like when I'm with you all the weird feelings of being out of place are gone. And all that matters is us, and making you happy." Wyatt squeezed him a bit in a kind of hug as he rested his cheek against Torin's neck.
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2015 8:43 am
He leaned back into the hold, at first hesitant, gauging his own feelings on how being held by Wyatt felt and if what he said resounded in him in any way. It did, and he was relieved to finds hide feelings there before he relaxed.
"Out of what I can remember, I can remember you. Not looking like this, but still you. But it's more... just natural reactions than remembering that I understand more."
He listened to Wyatt breathe before touching his ring and smiling. "It is right."
On the bus ride back, he'd ask to switch. He wanted to hold him too to see if that felt right too.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 9:32 am
"It's natural - like a life-long habit, isn't it? There are things, compulsions, certain actions, that you start to do or say naturally, but then you realize what you're doing is something you have no memory of and that makes it feel weird. Maybe...don't think. Just...let it be. The true you is deep within and cannot be erased. It's just...beyond memory, but the heart knows." Those last words he'd said before, right before powering down after their purification. That was when Wyatt...came to exist. "It's a new beginning. Let's not dwell too much on the past." With that, he hugged Torin. A few moments later, the bus finally came to their stop. "We're here~" Wyatt's voice came as a soft purr in Torin's ear.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 4:05 pm
"I guess just ride it out." He would go with what felt certain. What was lost was lost to him, and trying to grab at what he couldn't even remember was only frustrating him more and more. Instead, he would follow Wyatt's advice. Wyatt was in the same boat he was after all.
He was quiet, simply enjoying sitting and watching a town that must have been his pass by old yet new.
the purr made him jump and he looked over at him before turning his head again when he realized he turned to look at Wyatt with his blind eye. "Uh...ok." Warmer, he rose up and got out and let Wyatt move, following down the aisle and off the bus.
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