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abraxaslogs2022-04-14 11:21 am
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Who: Himeka, Nero, Wanda.
What: They're living together, and it's a bit of a disaster getting used to each other. Nero may have tiny ears? We're on the case.
Where: Gardsbruk Farm, Solvunn.
When: After Summoning arrival and throughout April.
Warnings: TBA if necessary.
What: They're living together, and it's a bit of a disaster getting used to each other. Nero may have tiny ears? We're on the case.
Where: Gardsbruk Farm, Solvunn.
When: After Summoning arrival and throughout April.
Warnings: TBA if necessary.
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Both of them are straight forward people--she accepts and trusts their reassurance at face value as well. ]
Thank you.
[ She doesn't need to say more than that, does she?
Now...the musical interlude is definitely a new way to shift between memories. Himeka is even less equipped with television let alone the trends of another world's pop culture, but she has to admit that it is catchy.
She watches curiously, tilting her head from one side to the other. It's like...a series of performances? And that man--"part machine"? It's strange but she looks like she's in her element, truly flourishing.
Nero hones in on the important part, though. She has a partner and two children that are counting on her. Himeka readily nods to Nero's reassurances, turning her attention back to Wanda. ]
People have returned... We just need to figure out how.
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wanda feels it in her gut, when color and sound comes back anew, like a tv show that's just pulled itself from the opening credits to the episode proper. except, it looks less like a sitcom, what comes onto the screen a memory from her perspective, until it enraptures all of them.
they're in a kids' room, twin beds on either end, the windows showing a fuzzy red wall inching ever closer.]
I can't go back to them.
[wanda, in the memory, sits on the bed with billy, while vision tucks tommy in. it's vision who starts, claiming that he's very proud of them bothโand wanda smiles, almost like she didn't expect it.
you know, a family is forever. we could never truly leave each other even if we tried. you know that, right?
she brushes billy's hair back, awkwardly, like she isn't sure this is what she should do in this situation. but she smiles, regardless, looking at them both lovingly; smiling. with a last kiss on billy's head, she stands, and kisses tommy's head, too, joining vision now at the doorway of the room.
for a moment, she pauses, looking out the window as the fuzzy red wall draws even closer. her breath catches, but then she looks back at her kids, and it feels urgent when she says:
thanks for choosing me to be your mom.
they smile at her, and it's a memory so, so precious, that getting to see it knocks actual wanda to her knees, as she watches it all fade back to black.
the world gives, their memories spent, and as wanda bows her head to draw a deep breath, they've all returned now to the floor of the barn. wanda opens her eyes and blinks away the tears. she sees himeka lying on the floor nearby, and she picks herself up, slowly, feeling the headache that tends to come after these bouts of memories. she spots nero too, and there's a sheep nosing at his back.
she needs to get upโbe useful. it was not just her pain on display, but her legs feel so heavy.]
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Nero's breath might as well have been punched out of his gut. The scene shifts, something much more intimate. Less... fake. And then Wanda drops a bomb on all of them, as if it's the same thing as singing a lullaby to the kids:
Family is forever.
It stings. It's brutal. Maybe just like those kids, he wants to believe that, too. Sounds nice. Maybe it's the kind of thing all kids hear from their mom.
Just like him, she can't go back.
The reality fucking sucks, huh?]
Even so. Like you said. Family's forever.
[It still feels empty when there's nothing on the other end of such a promise. In the end, you're still alone, aren't you? Even if you can believe they're still around. Waiting. Like maybe they'll come back --
Nero's eyes open, tears trickling down around the curve of his cheek. With a start he pushes himself up, legs splayed out, brushing back the sheep that's starting licking at his hair. He wipes at his eyes with a jerking motion, his head pounding.]
Shit.
[Fuck it. He lays back down, staring up at the seemingly giant lips of the sheep he's named Bella in his head. The only time he's felt so completely drained was waking up after his arm, like every modicum of energy's been sucked out of him.
He manages to lift his head, at least, even though Bella butts his shoulder.] Still alive over there?
[It's the kind of headache that makes he wish he wasn't. Ugh.]
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Unless...it's something that cannot be changed.
So many questions and no small amount of guilt. Though she has since reconciled with her remaining family, family is forever does hang heavy on a woman who left it all behind to follow her own whims. It was selfish. What would Wanda think if her sons had done the same?
She doesn't comment on it, only watching until the last bit of the vision finally fades away. She feels like she owes it to Wanda (and maybe her own family) that much.
The pounding in her head as she slowly rouses to consciousness again is familiar. That should be comforting no matter how painful, but these revelations from her new friends combined with the oddity of it all coming to pass is a lot to absorb. Himeka blinks, wincing slightly as her tail does one half-hearted flop onto the barn floor, a signal that she is still alive. ]
Mrnhh...
[ The sick feeling in her stomach may not be just from the visions.
Gingerly, Himeka pushes herself up as she looks over at the other two. ]
...The bread?
[ That's the important thing, right. ]
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that's one good thing to anchor herself onto as the memory of her children passes through her. the pain remains, just like every dream she has of being with them, a reminder that she isn't with themโthat she can't have them.
himeka's question registers and she looks about for the bread, noting that nero must have saved it when both redheads fell to the ground. it sounds so silly amidst everything that she feels, but it's a welcome thought regardless, pulling her away from something darker. it reminds her that she's picked herself up from worse, and so she scrambles up to her feet. she may not have much strength left for physical activity, but wanda can still use her magic to give both nero and himeka a little boost to get off the ground.
in fact, she materializes a large couch from hay stacks and wooden benches and whatever else she can transmute, rather comically placed in the middle of the barn, just at reach for all of them to sit down on, or fall onto, should they decide to move around her magic as if it were a crutch.
and wanda does, falling into it with a thump and trying to keep her headache at bay.
belatedly:]
Nero saved it.
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Then again, he usually doesn't relive traumatic events from a week ago. Or hear commentary on them. Or share them. Memories should have never been a group activity.
Nero waves a hand through the air.]
Felt important. Figured you spent some time on it.
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She pats the arm in a motion for Nero to come and join them if he'd like. Or he can sit with Bella, she won't judge. ]
I could use a snack...
[ That's her secret: she could always use a snack.
She turns to Wanda then, relatively good at masking her headaches after these sorts of things. ]
You said that this has been happening?
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the reminder of her children has taken the hunger away from her. her children need her. her boys. and what is she doing, but playing house in this farm? lying down in the horizon wilting her will away?โ]
Yes, in the Horizon. I tried removing myself from it, but I ended up entering so many memories of others.
[โa family is forever, but doesn't she dream of them every night, wishing she wouldn't wake up? just so she could spend one more moment with them.
big tears blur her eyes and, oh, maybe she would like to have a snack, too? wanda pulls her feet up on the couch, presses her hands onto her eyes, covering her face, a sob escaping her, then another, her shoulders shaking.
she can't ever go back to them.]
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Hey. This sucks.]
Even in the astral plane? Damn.
[He sniffs. Still not the worst experience of his life. And... yeah, for whtever reason this happened, whatever it means -- if anything -- he doesn't regret seeing them again. Even if it doesn't change a damn thing --
His thoughts pause. Nero turns to Wanda and doesn't miss that -- shit. Yeah. Family is forever. Until they aren't.
He moves an arm around her shoulders, then the other. It's awkward as hell, next to her on the couch, but he makes it work. he has to. He gets it, and he doesn't, but he knows what it feels like to --
To cry. To cry when you lose family.] Wanda. I'm sorry.
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There's no small amount of guilt in this. She doesn't know why, but this is definitely the Echo. (It has to be, right?) But why are others experience it? And so often? Yet...she doesn't want to put that thought into their heads--to these new people who are staying with her. They're good people. She doesn't want to give them more reason to doubt.
So she leaves it unsaid, instead shifting her attention to the people in front of her. That's what's most important.
Nero, for all his gruffness, has a heart. A big heart, she's found. Wanda and Nero may bicker but as soon as there is real pain, he softens instantly.
Himeka reaches across Nero to place her hand on Wanda's thigh and gives it a warm squeeze. She knows what it's like to lose people--friends, family--and the pain never does go away. You can only move forward. But...sometimes you just have to feel. ]
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wanda leans into nero, a squeeze of emotion in her chest.
she mourns and mourns and mourns. she is not done burying a loved one before she has to dig a grave anew, get torn asunder by the shock and the waves of grieving. anchor after anchor removed from her, the ground slipping from beneath her feet. nero is hereโa safety net; himeka is hereโkeeping her ashore.
she doesn't know how much time passes as she cries into his shirt, eventually removing herself with an ounce of embarrassment on her face (downcast eyes, slow, trembling movements, rubbing at her tear-stained cheeks). for what it's worth, she remains close, pressed to his side, and brings a hand to hold onto himeka's.
her lips tremble as she tries to get the words out. her chest feels heavy, every breath painful, but she's been here before. she can surface again.
(she is home here, temporary as it may be.)]
Isโ is the bread still warm?
[how to awkwardly shuffle out of this?]
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Was there a point to this whole thing? The memories? Just a forced way to share their pasts? Or just some random bullshit, like a thunderstorm outta nowhere?
He lets her go when she starts to pull away, but his hands rest on her shoulders. What's one wet shirt, anyway? The two of them hang onto her and it feels like something solid's been built between them. A chain, maybe. The sort of thing he felt with Nico when she got her grubby hands all over his sword to fix her, leaving her singing like a bird.
It's a fair question. He doesn't laugh, but his lips curl up a little.] Uh. Yeah, ice cold, honestly. Maybe we can pop it in the microw -- er, the. Fire oven thing. I can go fire it up.
[Hah, get it? Fire oven?] Maybe a cup of milk or something with it. Gotta hydrate, you know. [Nero, that's for water.] You wanna come with, Wanda?
[As in: should we all stay here until you're good, or are you looking for an escape to move on? There's always gotta be an out when someone comes down out of grief. Either to settle in it, or step away as fast as possible.]