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 Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 3:21 am
Backdated to March 2015
He woke with a start and a sharp intake of breath. He sat up from his makeshift bed on the couch, breathing heavily. He could feel the beads of sweat that had formed all along his forehead and the dampness of his shirt. Dominic's cerulean blue eyes were wide and straining to focus on the darkened surroundings. It dawned on him once again that there was nothing familiar about where he was staying. The sights and smells held no place in his memory, and as he shifted so he was sitting on the sofa properly he leaned forward to hold his head in his hands.
The headache was back.
Flashes of red. Various shades but in those flashes at least it was familiar. Warm and vibrant. Parts of a uniform, in particular, and in someone's eyes. The details were blurred, and when he tried to remember the ache worsened and he was forced to back off.
How long had it been? A month now? Maybe a little less. It seemed like eons since he woke up, but he still couldn't remember much of anything beyond his early high school years. No names, no faces, no places; he was completely blank for the past year. A whole year, gone just like that. He had no idea why, or at least he couldn't understand the explanation that he'd been given about his situation. And it was irritating. To the point where he wanted to curl up and just…
"Damn it," he muttered.
He tried again, to force his memories back. Just flashes of red, flickers of events that he couldn't piece together in any sensible order. In one snippet there was blood, and at the sight of it his chest clenched up and he had to let it go again so he could breathe. So he could force back the tears that pricked the corners of his eyes. He wiped away at them furiously. He tried again, and again, and again, like he did every night since he woke up, but each attempt ended just one of two ways, and neither gave him any answer. The more he thought about it the worse his mood got until eventually he found himself once again forced to give up and he slammed a fist, hard, against the table.
a sudden splitting pain shot through his head right then, and he dropped his head back into his hands, partially managing to suppress a cry of mixed agony and frustration.xkaefaux Here ya go, hope that's a good start to something feelsy. I'm makin' an exception for yooouuu (to RP with Dom before his ******** RP is finished) 'cause we gots some backdating to do. lol Take your time, though. School first~
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 2:15 pm
"Dom? You ok?" The voice was hesitant, creaking out of the crack of the open door to the bedroom. Red eyes peered out, movement somewhat visible in the crack before the door fully opened. Danika stepped into the hall and then the living room, brow furrowed and a concerned arch to her lips.
She'd never worn a robe in her own apartment before. Yet there it was, red and silky with golden thread forming simple flowers and vines. It fell to her knees, a respectable length that more than covered the less so nighty she more preferred for nightwear. Correct. Preferred since she no longer had her boyfriend occupying her bed with her.
Dani had since gotten a body pillow to try and take up the empty space, feeling otherwise a foreigner in her own bed.
Hair a messy braid she'd barely bothered with before collapsing into a restless slumber, the dark circles under her eyes were obvious without her makeup to cover them. Through the open door to her room, papers were visible on the floor, scattered notes and drawings of another world. Her time was divided. School here and there, and yeah she still had her job, but all other hours were consumed by trying to understand the concept of memory loss.
Now and then she went back to Mars, yet even that time was taken only rarely... and largely when she was sure Kairatos or Valhalla could be around to keep an eye on Dominic.
Themiscyra wasn't the woman she'd been before, the woman she saw in those memories that danced at the edge of her consciousness when she stood on the red soil of Mars. Yet since that night, she couldn't deny the bloodlust that simmered through her veins and consumed her vision each damn time she stepped out under the mantel. It was why she rarely did it now. Unless she was going to Mars, she kept her time as Danika.
Stepping out into the living room, she slowly approached the couch, awkward and alienated. Her hand had reached for him before she'd remembered herself and drew back a bit, crossing her arms beneath her chest to keep them to herself. "What's... is it the dreams?" Should she offer Advil? Tea? She hovered a bit at the edge of the couch, unsure. ********. She wanted to just hug him, pull her to her and... just freaking hold him.
But he wasn't hers. Was. Yet... wasn't.
Pained, she reached slowly for him again, this time only to gently rub his back, unable to do anything else. "Do you think anything would help..? I can go to the store..."
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 3:30 pm
Her voice was somewhat familiar now, unlike that first night. The first several, actually, where he near adamantly refused to take up space in a complete stranger's apartment. Yet as his memories of her slowly trickled back he found that voice to be its own small comfort. He took a second to gather himself, a sigh of relief escaping him as he felt her hand on his back. Soon enough Dom turned his head to face her, a pained look in his eyes as he searched her face for answers that he knew wouldn't be there. It wasn't until several moments later that he finally looked away and trained his eyes on the table.
He could sense her hesitation, how she'd tiptoed around for his sake. He didn't remember her as anything more than a friend, and that was barely a memory at this point--just glimpses of a time they were together at some kind of an event--but apparently they were plenty more than that. They had a year's worth of memories together, and now it was just...gone. And each time she reached out, each time she was there for him to talk and to comfort his chest would tighten up and ache at the realization that this, for her, was probably a thousand times more painful. And why?
Simply because she remembered everything.
"Nightmares, more like," he said quietly, then took a deep breath. "Almost every night," his voice had dropped to a whisper, "almost every damn night and I can barely remember anything. Just...red. Lots of it. Can't even ********' tell if it's blood or what."
Dom shook his head at her last question, a wry laugh escaping past pursed lips. "Remembering would help," and he quietly added, though perhaps not quietly enough, "for both of us."
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