Return to One

[ivory_gold]

There was a vampire who had found something close to happiness in his life. Perhaps not true happiness, but something close to it

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[againstgod]

Happiness is a slippery companion.

Angels.
You knew Rosiel?

[ivory_gold]

Rosiel? Yes, in thinking about it, Asher remembers that name. He was...

An employer.

[againstgod]

My twin was often fond to be an active member of the economy. Of any system.

Don't question your sanity.
If you were here before. You know about the curses.

[ivory_gold]

One thing Asher does not remember is Rosiel having a twin, but even as the memories start to return, he knows there are things he may never remember, nor wish to.

He is unconscious of the habitual tilt of his head to have hair fall to shield his scars until he sees the movement narrated on the screen.

I am beginning to remember.

1/3

[vicodincrutch]

<3

[vicodincrutch]

Why am I surprised?

[vicodincrutch]

Just click your heels together three times and repeat "there's no place like home."

[ivory_gold]

That face. It stirs memories for Asher. Memories of white walls and a test of wills and of coins changing hands.

I remember you.

[der_freischuetz]

Very dramatic.

[ivory_gold]

He reads the latest response on the screen and makes a scornful sound before beginning to type once more.

It is not my choice.

[der_freischuetz]

Of course not, since it's very likely a curse. Didn't you say you remember the City?

Most of the other affected do not read half as pretty as this, though.

[ivory_gold]

He can only hope that this narrative will end. He remembers curses, or at least he is beginning to. Don't they have a finite life? He asks himself the question and glances to the clock display. Yes, he thinks, if memory serves - and sometimes it does not - this should end soon.

audio;

[treadingdawn]

You have memories of this place? If they feel like a dream of a dream then you cannot be mad.

Re: audio;

[ivory_gold]

He looks to the computer's speakers with puzzlement and vague annoyance. He expects text, and thus the sudden speech is unsettling and he dislikes being unsettled.

He leans closer to the computer to ensure his voice is picked up by whatever microphone it might have. How to tell this man that he knows that he is not mad because madness is more like sandpaper to the soul, as he knows from memory and experience.

Re: audio;

[treadingdawn]

...Well, that is different.

For most of us the memories become clearer the longer we stay upon our return.

Re: audio;

[ivory_gold]

Asher cannot explain how to find things mad yet not be mad any more than he can explain the nature of a vampire's memory to one who is not a vampire. The best description he ever heard was to liken the immortals' memories to flies in amber. Perhaps, he thinks, that is why the memories are returning to him as they are, like vignettes caught in amber being polished until they shine through the golden stasis.

SOB SO LATE BLAME MY TIMEZONE.

[nobodyneedknow]

You've been here once before, then.

♥♥♥ You're not that late

[ivory_gold]

If memory can be trusted, which it cannot.

<3

[nobodyneedknow]

Then what would you say can be trusted? Are we not creatures of experience?

[ivory_gold]

Trust can not be lightly given when it can be lightly broken.

And if memory were to be trusted, I would have remembered this place in the years I have been away.