Post by sachiohanabe on Feb 24, 2020 1:24:29 GMT |
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Post by Reya Starlyght on Feb 26, 2020 16:37:25 GMT
It was comfortable, the chill of the winter air quickly melting away in their mobile huddle, yet calmness flowed over her from a different source, one much more esoteric in nature. It took her a while to place it, an emotion unknown to her modern self. Belonging. They traversed an unfamiliar street, an alien world, but for the first time she could remember there was the sinking sensation of the certainty of fate. Out of the vastness of the galaxy, the ever expanding frontier of space, she had managed to wander into a bar called Jackson's and had happened upon the one person who perhaps had a shared experience with her. Were there more? Had he seen the things she had, the laboratory, nothing but the void beforehand? But... had she been a knight? The question cut clear through her muddled thoughts, yet no answer presented itself. Camilla shrugged, an almost pathetic gesture. "I... I think so. I don't remember images. Only words."
At least she wasn't alone in the spiral her mind had begun, it was apparent Damien was also holding back the questions that assaulted his memory. He was right, though, this was no conversation for the wandering pair, while the streets had grown dim in population they were still open, wide expanses, did not offer the mask that a crowd did. She nodded, a solemn, wordless agreement. They soon passed by the bar where they had first met, or so on the surface it presented itself to be that, authorities apparently having already fled the scene. That was fast, or had it been? There was a sort of intangible ebb and flow to time in that moment, not constant, oppressing as it had been in all the cargo holds she had hidden, not an ocean of nothing as her past pressed. Looking back over Damien's features a hint of a smile crossed her face, but from where? A deep sorrow accompanied it, knowing she couldn't place where the emotion had arose from, but then again, there was also a flicker of hope. Maybe their recognition of one another proved something, that their memories still remained, somewhere, locked deep under their subconscious. The key, however, was still far out of reach, perhaps impossible to ever grasp.
She just wanted to remember. Others spoke of their family, friends, childhood, home. There was none for her to recall, nothing available for Camilla to even grasp the importance of. Whatever those sensations were, she did not know. Or, that had been what she thought. There was the remnant of something, walking alone with a stranger who was not so. As his voice rang throughout the streets, she felt it reverberate in her soul. "It's okay," Camilla spoke, visage contorted in twisted torment. The silence fell over them, conveying all that needed to be spoken. She only dared to break it when they happened upon another strip of civilization in the vast city, a humble restaurant catching her sight. Her finger pointed toward it, light extinguished from her grasp. "There?" she asked, all the breath she dared waste on such an insignificant detail when everything else was up in flames.
At least she wasn't alone in the spiral her mind had begun, it was apparent Damien was also holding back the questions that assaulted his memory. He was right, though, this was no conversation for the wandering pair, while the streets had grown dim in population they were still open, wide expanses, did not offer the mask that a crowd did. She nodded, a solemn, wordless agreement. They soon passed by the bar where they had first met, or so on the surface it presented itself to be that, authorities apparently having already fled the scene. That was fast, or had it been? There was a sort of intangible ebb and flow to time in that moment, not constant, oppressing as it had been in all the cargo holds she had hidden, not an ocean of nothing as her past pressed. Looking back over Damien's features a hint of a smile crossed her face, but from where? A deep sorrow accompanied it, knowing she couldn't place where the emotion had arose from, but then again, there was also a flicker of hope. Maybe their recognition of one another proved something, that their memories still remained, somewhere, locked deep under their subconscious. The key, however, was still far out of reach, perhaps impossible to ever grasp.
She just wanted to remember. Others spoke of their family, friends, childhood, home. There was none for her to recall, nothing available for Camilla to even grasp the importance of. Whatever those sensations were, she did not know. Or, that had been what she thought. There was the remnant of something, walking alone with a stranger who was not so. As his voice rang throughout the streets, she felt it reverberate in her soul. "It's okay," Camilla spoke, visage contorted in twisted torment. The silence fell over them, conveying all that needed to be spoken. She only dared to break it when they happened upon another strip of civilization in the vast city, a humble restaurant catching her sight. Her finger pointed toward it, light extinguished from her grasp. "There?" she asked, all the breath she dared waste on such an insignificant detail when everything else was up in flames.