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jikan_rpg2022-07-14 01:47 pm
invigorates) wrote in jikan_rpg2022-07-14 01:47 pm
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[closed] And after all the sorrow
⌛ Who: Lioriley & Astarion
⌛ What: Suddenly! Memories!
⌛ When: Nowish.
⌛ Where: Their apartment in Ky...Kyoto? I'm stupid ok they have an apartment somewhere.
⌛ Warnings: uh idk they're probably gonna fuck about it
Lioriley had not gotten used to living in this strange world, so much as she had simply adapted and accepted the knowledge that she would not be going home any time soon. And that was fine, she thought, being here was more a boon anyway — it allowed her the chance to speak to those from other worlds that she would surely not have ever met otherwise. And she had found a very pleasant roommate in Astarion that first day and just sort of...stayed with him. It felt comfortable; safe; she trusted him and while the bar for trust with her was fairly low, something told her that she should, without question.
He did not sleep and she did not need to most days, so they spent quite a bit of time together, especially in the evenings where both of them seemed more alive than during the day. They spoke of their worlds, their adventures, and plenty of other things while they learned more about one another. But it was odd, because every new tidbit didn't not seem all that new at all. Like she had heard it somewhere before. Like she knew it all already. And it was so strange because there was absolutely no way they could have met before, no way they had had these conversations.
And yet... they had. And she remembered them. Slowly at first, she would see flashes of something in her mind when Astarion's fingers brushed over hers when she offered him a drink. He would smile at her and she would feel her heart start to race and feel something like butterflies in her stomach. Sometimes, her neck would tingle, like something should be resting there — like his lips; his teeth; his...fangs.
"Astarion." She said softly, sitting on the couch of their small apartment, staring at him intently. "Do you remember... do you remember the Fae?" Such a seemingly random question. But maybe it would trigger something in him. Maybe she wasn't losing her mind.
⌛ What: Suddenly! Memories!
⌛ When: Nowish.
⌛ Where: Their apartment in Ky...Kyoto? I'm stupid ok they have an apartment somewhere.
⌛ Warnings: uh idk they're probably gonna fuck about it
Lioriley had not gotten used to living in this strange world, so much as she had simply adapted and accepted the knowledge that she would not be going home any time soon. And that was fine, she thought, being here was more a boon anyway — it allowed her the chance to speak to those from other worlds that she would surely not have ever met otherwise. And she had found a very pleasant roommate in Astarion that first day and just sort of...stayed with him. It felt comfortable; safe; she trusted him and while the bar for trust with her was fairly low, something told her that she should, without question.
He did not sleep and she did not need to most days, so they spent quite a bit of time together, especially in the evenings where both of them seemed more alive than during the day. They spoke of their worlds, their adventures, and plenty of other things while they learned more about one another. But it was odd, because every new tidbit didn't not seem all that new at all. Like she had heard it somewhere before. Like she knew it all already. And it was so strange because there was absolutely no way they could have met before, no way they had had these conversations.
And yet... they had. And she remembered them. Slowly at first, she would see flashes of something in her mind when Astarion's fingers brushed over hers when she offered him a drink. He would smile at her and she would feel her heart start to race and feel something like butterflies in her stomach. Sometimes, her neck would tingle, like something should be resting there — like his lips; his teeth; his...fangs.
"Astarion." She said softly, sitting on the couch of their small apartment, staring at him intently. "Do you remember... do you remember the Fae?" Such a seemingly random question. But maybe it would trigger something in him. Maybe she wasn't losing her mind.