and now we're grown-up orphans that never knew their names.
Who: Loren and Elfangor
Status: Closed
Style: Third-person
Where: North of Hisato
When: Week 15, day 4
Warnings: None!
Summary: Loren is adjusting to life in Kannagara. Elfangor is looking for the woman from his dreams...but things don't always turn out just like you'd expect.
( Did you lose yourself somewhere out there? Did you get to be a star? )
Status: Closed
Style: Third-person
Where: North of Hisato
When: Week 15, day 4
Warnings: None!
Summary: Loren is adjusting to life in Kannagara. Elfangor is looking for the woman from his dreams...but things don't always turn out just like you'd expect.
( Did you lose yourself somewhere out there? Did you get to be a star? )
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But then, by some stroke of luck, one of the natives in Hisato he'd questioned yesterday mentioned a woman of Loren's description being seen around recently. Finally, a lead! But then, after exhausting all ideas on where she could possibly be, Loren was nowhere to be found in the village proper. Which meant...
Which meant that she had to be roughing it in the woods nearby. Well, she always did enjoy camping, he couldn't help but think a bit hysterically.
And so he had spent the better part of yesterday trying to work himself up to venturing forth into that forest. The same forest where...That is where his thoughts would divert, and he would panic, and he'd continued ( ... )
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"Yeah?"
She can't say much to it, but as she watches him there is something...strange about him. Something that pulls at the back of her mind, half-forgotten and mostly lost. He seems, familiar, and she furrows her brow slightly.
"Did you come looking for me? You're not helping Tanaka-san, are you?" She was trying to place him among the people she knew, that she might have seen. Someone helping the rebuild a home, possibly?
She should know. But she has long since learned not to try to force things. Her memory was a strange, fickle thing, and she knew better than to get frustrated at things when they failed to present themselves.
Her hands were at her sides, the sleeves of her kimono not going far past them. Something sensible. But if she knew the custom, she wouldn't wear long sleeves.
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He trailed off, staring at her. He had known, logically, that she would have had to come from his relative future, if she knew Marco. But it had not truly registered until now what exactly that meant.
"You have no idea who I am, do you." Not a question, but a statement. In that moment, he felt as though something had been torn from him, right out of his chest, left to bleed in the sun. Of course she wouldn't remember... that goddamned Ellimist. He can't stop the tears from prickling at the corners of his eyes.
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Things were so strange here- for the first few hours, days, she was certain it was a dream. But now...
"You were there."
And then she nodded softly. "I'm sorry. There was an accident years ago...my memory...I don't remember anything from before then." She should have guessed. Things never were as simple as they seemed, were they? So, he had known her? Or was she on the wrong track? Was he an ex-controller, one that she had known through her programs?
Nothing had been easy since that accident, since everything had changed. Somehow, though, she knew that her life had never really been easy. Easy meant boring, and though she wasn't exactly an adrenaline junkie, she liked a good challenge.
But this...this was different. She stepped closer, and she could see the upset she had caused, something that made her hear twist. She took another step and rested a hand on his shoulder. Somehow, contact always sort of grounded her.
"I'm so sorry."
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