[ sometimes you are rapunzel but you're also quasimodo at the same time :D
anyway. as it is, this is a familiar memory by now - when lucas turns, he'll see taair with his hand on the glass, focusing hard on the blurry memories of the very beginning. this is the worst of it all - these are the things he does not remember, his childhood stolen away by trauma, and it's frustrating, to barely remember a time before. no matter how much he stares at the glass, though, nothing comes back. it never does. all of his memories are just golden bars and the papal states, and birds that don't want to sing.
the touch on the arm is what startles him out of it. he blinks, and looks over - as if he'd almost forgotten lucas was there. ]
Ah... [ a pure and true heart, huh. taair smiles a little, finally pulling his hand away from the glass. ] I don't know that I would call it very strong. But...thank you.
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anyway. as it is, this is a familiar memory by now - when lucas turns, he'll see taair with his hand on the glass, focusing hard on the blurry memories of the very beginning. this is the worst of it all - these are the things he does not remember, his childhood stolen away by trauma, and it's frustrating, to barely remember a time before. no matter how much he stares at the glass, though, nothing comes back. it never does. all of his memories are just golden bars and the papal states, and birds that don't want to sing.
the touch on the arm is what startles him out of it. he blinks, and looks over - as if he'd almost forgotten lucas was there. ]
Ah... [ a pure and true heart, huh. taair smiles a little, finally pulling his hand away from the glass. ] I don't know that I would call it very strong. But...thank you.
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It is a sad state, isn't it? Haha.