Memories

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Who: Idols
Where: The Hotel or wherever their hearts will take them
When: 288 afternoon

[ Some of us have been FORBIDDEN from taking memories from too long and it's time to catch up ]

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[selfpreservationist]

[he doesn't respond, only shuddering and letting out a wheezing, ragged breath]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She doesn't quite touch him immediately, just staying close in his field of vision, hand hovering over his arm before very lightly making contact.]

Hey.

[selfpreservationist]

[he doesn't stir or respond immediately--there's a significant delay of a few seconds before he registers her presence and just... blinks at her]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She makes eye contact once he can focus on her, lifting her hand to touch his face instead, tucking hair behind his ear.]

...Hey. You're here. You're alright.

[selfpreservationist]

[it feels as if there's a delay between her words and touch, and his response]

...

Glory...?

[rollplayinghouse]

Yeah, it's me. Can you take my hand...?

[her other hand reaches for one of his, brushing against it]

[selfpreservationist]

[another delay, this time shorter--but he takes her hand successfully]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Good. She grips it firmly]

...That was... a bad memory. Do you want to go lie down?

[selfpreservationist]

... before that... tell me who I am?

[rollplayinghouse]

[her grip tightens]

...You're Raven. Well, you were called V, before, and you also remember being Vergil, but... that was a long time ago. With me, you're Raven. You're...

[hesitates, but only for a moment]

...my brother, my lover, and my friend.

[selfpreservationist]

[his eyelids flutter for a second, and he nods]

Yes. Yes... that's who I am. I know who I am. I am... myself.

[rollplayinghouse]

Yeah. That's right.

[she shifts closer, leaning her forehead against his chest]

[selfpreservationist]

[he takes a few slow, deep breaths and lets them out. slowly, he comes back to himself]

... I think I'd... like to... go to the library.

[rollplayinghouse]

[she lifts her head again]

Mm. Do you want to take my bike...?

[selfpreservationist]

Your bike...

[a pause, as he kind of struggles to parse things]

Yes, that's fine.

[rollplayinghouse]

We can do that, then.

[She moves away but keeps hold of his hand, tugging him towards the door.]

[selfpreservationist]

[he follows, without a delay in response time, but otherwise quiet]

[rollplayinghouse]

[She also stays quiet as they head for the garage, not speaking again until she's climbing on her bike.]

...Do you want to fly? Or stick to the roads, this time?

[selfpreservationist]

... just the roads, please.

[he climbs onto the bike behind her, and if his arms are wrapping around her tighter than expected, well. that's just how it is.]

[rollplayinghouse]

[That's about as expected, really.

She waits for him to be settled before starting off, and they drive to the library at a normal travel speed without any sudden movements.]

[selfpreservationist]

I'm going to look around for a bit.

[once they're at the library, he's going to just walk around the shelves for a while, at an idle pace, like he's taking the time to really absorb his surroundings.

eventually he finds a book--on poetry, of course, and he takes it and sits in one of the pods]

[rollplayinghouse]

...Mm. I'll be here.

[She's seated with a book long before he is, though it's something she picked off a shelf fairly arbitrarily (Adventures in Poetry: An Introduction and a Collection), and she does not actually appear to be turning pages very often in favor of watching him out of the corner of her eye.]

[selfpreservationist]

[he reads a few pages, but quickly finds it hard to keep focus. he closes the book and rests his head on her shoulder]

[rollplayinghouse]

...

[She sets her book down and wraps an arm around him, shifting close]

How are you doing?

[selfpreservationist]

... poorly. I feel as though... I'll become lost inside my own mind if I'm not careful. As though there's a trap waiting to be sprung. I close my eyes and all I see is...

[shudders]