ficlets100 - number seven.

[rawri]

001. Guilt
002. New
003.Solitude
004. Content
005. Tale

006. Distort
007. Luxury
008. Listen
009. Party
010. Scent

011. Storm
012. Lessons
013.Apology
014. Relief
015. Breeze

016.Fading
017. Passion
018. Stay
019.Rain
020. Within

021.Dread
022.Revenge
023.Time
024.Perfect
025.Eyes

026.Bloom
027.Beginning
028. Bath
029. Object
030. Lost

031.Pride
032. Death
033

Comments

toward the terra -> ⌈81.⌋ Confusion.

[rawri]

Related to this.Sam frowned over his hand, watching the way both Swena and Jomy were seated side-by-side in one of the academy’s library chairs. He was bored, and when he was bored, he didn’t tend to think on anything particular, but this was something that had been bothering him for a while, something that became too apparent to just ignore in his current situation.

The situation being the fact that both Swena and Jomy were sitting in a library chair.

Reading books.

Sam switched hands to lean on, because his elbow was growing numb, but it didn’t change the scene in front of him. Swena had always been a good studier, a good student, a good girl who could sit still and read for hours. Jomy had always been an active kid, someone who couldn’t have sat still long enough to let the teacher get out one sentence, his mind always focused on doing rather than thinking. It was why they'd become best friends.

Admittedly, Sam’s memory was foggy (not in relation to Jomy, he noted absently), but everyone’s was like that. Well, almost everyone. There was that other guy, Keith, who didn’t seem to remember anything, and Jomy didn’t seem to, either. It’d been awkward, when he - and later Swena - had found his old friend and gotten a blank look in return, but after a moment or two of the silence, the blond boy had been smiling and laughing at their good luck of all entering together. Sam’d thought that pause had just been Jomy working through what he remembered and didn’t. Sam did that, sometimes.

But it hadn’t been. Time went on, and Jomy said straight-faced that he didn’t remember a thing about his mother. Or father. Sam didn’t really, either, but he had vague ideas of them.

Now his head was off his hand and on the table with a sigh. Swena looked up, raised an eyebrow at him, but Jomy’s eyes and mind stayed in the book he was apparently reading with gusto. Or something. Sam didn’t get how you could sit in a chair and read with gusto. Gusto was reserved for sports. Like soccer.

Jomy didn’t remember playing soccer, either.

Sam partially wished Keith was around, so he’d have someone to talk to, but then he felt guilty. Swena and Jomy were his childhood friends-he’d never had problems talking with them before! But then, Jomy hadn’t normally done what Swena did.

He finally met the girl’s eyes, only to find them creased in discontent, too. Her head was tilted to her left, and Sam looked over-oh. So she’d noticed, too.

“Why don’t we go to the recreational area?” Her voice was smooth, not at all awkward, which his would’ve been if he’d have been the one to talk. “I want to know which one of you two win.” Jomy’d finally looked up, at that, but then he seemed to - freeze. It was only for a second or two, but even Sam could see how the other’s smile was strained afterwards. Sam was reminded of those battle simulators they went through, and how if you shot one of the enemies in the leg, their expression would curl like Jomy’s was.

“Why don’t you try going against Sam, Swena? I bet you could beat him.” The girl openly frowned at this, but it didn’t seem to matter - the blond boy was glancing around for his bookmarker, and the task seemed to take all of his concentration.

They’d been sitting there for at least thirty minutes, and it looked like Jomy had barely gotten through a chapter of Giver. Maybe tasks did take all of his concentration. He’d never known the other to be slow at anything, before.

toward the terra -> ⌈81.⌋ Confusion.

[rawri]

Swena pursed her lips, set her book down without even marking her page, and stood up. Even Jomy had to glance at her over that. Sam straightened his back, ready to stand himself-he’d never seen Swena look so… frustrated.

“I was actually supposed to talk with Mandy about our next class. Sam, don’t you have to find out-- what Keith’s doing? Make sure he's doing alright?”

He opened his mouth to say no, of course not, Keith can take care of himself, better than I can, but her eyes and Jomy’s confused face clued him in. “Oh. Uh. Yeah. Yeah, I do. Thanks for reminding me, Swena. Bye, Jomy.”

They both left the library, leaving Jomy sitting there (he’d done that freezing thing again), and Sam couldn’t help but notice how the light caught on the silver band around the other’s head. Funny, that he'd lost that bracelet Sam'd given him, but he wore something around his forehead.

On second thought, images of all the times he'd seen that thing flash without light, as Jomy froze and unfroze with a pained expression on his face, as he forgot about conversations in the middle of them-- on second thought, maybe it wasn't so funny.