What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know
Characters: Kurayami (paintitgray), Smoke (inthecenterfold)
Date/Time: Sunday, May 8th, early afternoon
Location: Smoke's home
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kurayami gets her memories of Edensphere back.
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It was raining again. She walked slowly across the bridge anyway, looking around at the floating islands while the droplets slowly soaked her hair. Her wonderment and unease about this place were still running high, days after waking up in...the tea house, she reminded herself. She worked in the tea house. The owner had explained that much. Still, she had so much left to learn.
Flicking the ash from her cigarette, she paused by the railing and looked out over the view -
- and -
- everything, everything, hit her like a ton of bricks. She gasped, and the burning stub of her cigarette tumbled away into empty space from numb fingers, clutching the rope railing for support.
The last year's worth of memories pouring back into her mind almost hurt, like ripping off a bandage, but they settled almost instantly. God, had it been a year already? Kurayami pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to work out what was going on. She'd...lost her memory. All of her memory. For...three days? Four?
Worried, she let her knees give out and sat down on the wet boards, head in her hands as she sorted through the fresh memories of the last few days. Ben. She'd seen Ben - he'd lost his memories, too, but he'd been so kind. She smiled as the new memories lined up with the old. He was a good person; she hoped his memories were coming back to him, too.
She'd hardly seen anyone else she knew; she'd been too stunned, quietly drawing into herself after she was shown back to her studio. Not that spending a few days away from company was anything new to her - most people probably hadn't noticed the change. It had been an odd, dreamlike few days, though. Lining up the paintings along the walls and scrutinizing the faces, wondering about the strange and frightening murals. Ha. Frightening. Maybe Smoke had a point about those...curtains...
For a long, terrible moment, Kurayami sat frozen, her mouth slightly open. Smoke. Oh, god, Smoke...!
Before she knew what she was doing, she'd scrambled back to her feet and was running full-tilt down the swaying bridge. Section 3. He'd told her where he lived, months before; and she would just have to hope that he was there, now.
On reaching the Elevator, she pulled up short and hesitated, breathing hard - and then hit the call button. Screw it. Screw all of it. If the Tree trapped her, now, she would just have to break out somehow.
When the doors opened again, she let out a held breath and burst out onto the rain-slick branches, pausing only to check that she was taking the right forks. Here. It looked like the right place, at least. Gasping for breath by now, she raised a fist to hammer on the door, then braced her hands on her knees and concentrated on getting air into her lungs.
Date/Time: Sunday, May 8th, early afternoon
Location: Smoke's home
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kurayami gets her memories of Edensphere back.
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It was raining again. She walked slowly across the bridge anyway, looking around at the floating islands while the droplets slowly soaked her hair. Her wonderment and unease about this place were still running high, days after waking up in...the tea house, she reminded herself. She worked in the tea house. The owner had explained that much. Still, she had so much left to learn.
Flicking the ash from her cigarette, she paused by the railing and looked out over the view -
- and -
- everything, everything, hit her like a ton of bricks. She gasped, and the burning stub of her cigarette tumbled away into empty space from numb fingers, clutching the rope railing for support.
The last year's worth of memories pouring back into her mind almost hurt, like ripping off a bandage, but they settled almost instantly. God, had it been a year already? Kurayami pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to work out what was going on. She'd...lost her memory. All of her memory. For...three days? Four?
Worried, she let her knees give out and sat down on the wet boards, head in her hands as she sorted through the fresh memories of the last few days. Ben. She'd seen Ben - he'd lost his memories, too, but he'd been so kind. She smiled as the new memories lined up with the old. He was a good person; she hoped his memories were coming back to him, too.
She'd hardly seen anyone else she knew; she'd been too stunned, quietly drawing into herself after she was shown back to her studio. Not that spending a few days away from company was anything new to her - most people probably hadn't noticed the change. It had been an odd, dreamlike few days, though. Lining up the paintings along the walls and scrutinizing the faces, wondering about the strange and frightening murals. Ha. Frightening. Maybe Smoke had a point about those...curtains...
For a long, terrible moment, Kurayami sat frozen, her mouth slightly open. Smoke. Oh, god, Smoke...!
Before she knew what she was doing, she'd scrambled back to her feet and was running full-tilt down the swaying bridge. Section 3. He'd told her where he lived, months before; and she would just have to hope that he was there, now.
On reaching the Elevator, she pulled up short and hesitated, breathing hard - and then hit the call button. Screw it. Screw all of it. If the Tree trapped her, now, she would just have to break out somehow.
When the doors opened again, she let out a held breath and burst out onto the rain-slick branches, pausing only to check that she was taking the right forks. Here. It looked like the right place, at least. Gasping for breath by now, she raised a fist to hammer on the door, then braced her hands on her knees and concentrated on getting air into her lungs.