[A Christmas-y Crackplot]

[which_is_which]

Fred and George peer around a corner, looking into the main hall, gleeful expressions on their faces. "Oy, George, I think the coast is clear..."

"It is..." an evil grin spreads on George's face.

"Let's set it up then, yeah?""Yeah, do it

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[transparentlie]

In wanders Killian, and the potion, without him realizing it, works its' magic. Making him forget his painful memories.

Of course, his biggest problem with his past -- practically his only problem with his past -- is his bastard father.

So here's a Killian MacEwan who can't remember anything. Not his own name, not that fact that he's a witch -- anything.

He's still Killian, though, so only a moment of concern shows before his face settles back into its' easy not-quite-smile as he looks around confusedly.

[wyndenkellskies]

Sky wanders in moments later.

Her memory is a single event that won't mean much - namely, an isolated fight among many that she had with Raven.

She sees Killian, rolls her eyes, and settles down on the couch with her book.

[transparentlie]

Killian isn't sure why he'd rather talk to the pretty blonde girl than anyone else -- well, there are reasons, but that's not it, it's something else that he's not up to questioning right now.

He flops next to her on the couch with a charming grin. "Hullo," he says, voice hopeful. "Do you know where I am?" A pause, and he adds in an altogether too cheerful voice, "Or perhaps who I am?"

[wyndenkellskies]

Sky looks up at him dubiously. "You're insane." she declares, and goes back to her book.

Just another of Killian's strange jokes, she assumes.

[transparentlie]

"Oh, am I? That might explain it." He contemplates this idea, then shakes his head. "Still doesn't answer my questions, however."

[wyndenkellskies]

Something in his tone catches her ear as odd, and she looks up at him with a frown. "What are you on about?"

[transparentlie]

"Well, to tell you the truth, love, I have no idea."

Killian grins at her, shrugging.

[wyndenkellskies]

A deeper frown.

"Killian, are you alright?" She's genuinely worried. And the fact that she cares about him actually rather shows.

[transparentlie]

That's met with a slight frown of his own. "That would be me?" he asks. "I... honestly don't know."

[wyndenkellskies]

"I... you don't remember... anything?" she asks slowly.

She's not in the least disappointed he can't remember kissing her. Really.

[transparentlie]

He scowls with the effort of trying to recall something, anything.

"Flashes of things," he finally says helplessly. "Nothing that makes sense."

[wyndenkellskies]

"Well..." Sky bites her lip, and speaks slowly. "Why don't you tell me what you do remember and I'll try to make sense of it for you."

She pauses. "I'm Sky, by the way. Sky Eventide."

[transparentlie]

He smiles briefly. "Nice to not-quite-meet-you, Sky." Then it's back to seriousness, amazingly enough.

"I remember --" He hesitates, not wanting to share the insanity of some of the moments, but decides this is more important. "A cliff." The summer when he was 14, when Ciarin and Iona had both been gone. "A long plane ride." Going to America. "A... girl and a bench and... I believe a school." A hesitation follows, because these are the ones he doesn't want to share. The first few because it sounds insane, to him. "...Clouds, moving clouds. Raining flowers, raining lights. A blue -- ball, but a strange ball." Another hesitation. This one feels too private to share, but at the same time, if there's any that he wants to break the code of, it's this one. "...A kiss, a kiss on a porch, a..." He trails off, not sure how to put his thoughts of this brief, brief snip of memory, and shrugs. There are other little snippets, but nothing else is coherent or clear or long enough to grasp and mention.

[wyndenkellskies]

Sky's breath catches in her chest. A kiss. Their kiss. He remembers it, even if he doesn't remember that she belongs to it. She can't explain the thrill that runs through her at that realization, but it makes her close her eyes and smile, just for a split second.

"Well." she says briskly. I don't know about most of them. The clouds and flowers and lights were..." she trails off. "Goddess, you don't know..." She sighs and rubs her temples. "You're a blood witch, Killian. You can work magick... you're rather powerful, actually. That's what the clouds, and the flowers, and the lights were. You were working magick." Irresponsible and unnecessary magick, but she doesn't think that needs to be brought up. "And a ball of witch fire, or energy, probably. The earlier ones... are probably from before I knew you."

And the kiss. That, she could recount in great detail. But she doesn't want to. Not yet, at least. It would require admitting that... that she cares. And she cares very much.

[transparentlie]

"A witch." He doesn't have the automatic reaction to this fact that most people would have; his reaction isn't good or bad, in fact, simply taking this information about himself and filing it away, making a note to find out the full meaning behind it.

"All right." He wants to know about the last, but he doesn't want to push. Doesn't want to find out she doesn't know, above all else.

[wyndenkellskies]

Sky hesitates for a moment. If she tells him about the kiss, she will have to admit - not only to him, but to herself - that he means more to her than she can explain. That she's almost afraid she might be falling in love with him.

But, she thinks, he deserves to know.

"What... what do you remember about the kiss you mentioned?" she asks softly.