mingle (memory)

[widenessofthesea]

Who: Idols (with and without memories)
Where: Wherever in Tokyo-F
When: Day 358

[ also, maybe some of you want some memories? ]

Comments

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[despite himself, Crow stops to watch the memory play out. he doesn't have a smile on, for once, but the expression he does have is blank, empty, as if what he's watching has nothing to do with him.

...he knows he really shouldn't be letting the memory draw him in, but there's something morbidly fascinating about seeing it all from the outside, and he hasn't really looked at those memories -- really, at any memories from before his exaltation -- in a long time.]

[softlyfalling]

[ she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear; maybe she hasn't noticed him, because she's cupped her chin in her palm, tapping a finger against her nose.

quietly, to herself: ]

Almost there, I think.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[he should probably take that as his chance sneak away and let his little lapse into reminiscing stay a secret forever, but on the other hand, all he has to sneak away to is more stupid boring dates, so:]

Looking forward to something?

[softlyfalling]

[ ...ah. ]

...not really. I think I know where that one goes, is all.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Heh. Fucking Sister Crane.

[softlyfalling]

She was always really nice to me—

...which maybe should have been a sign there was something odd going on there.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[a little warning bell is going off in the back of his mind, but -- fuck it, the Neverborn aren't here. the backlash from continuing this little chat can be a problem for future him.]

Wasn't she nice to everyone? What makes you think you're so special?

[softlyfalling]

[ huffs— ]

Not really. I was always just surprised because not very many people really bothered to deal with me like that.

Always made me a little nervous, though. Didn't it always sort of feel like the kind of niceness that wanted something out of you?

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Uh, yes? How else was she gonna find meat to throw into the grinder for Zhanglam?

[softlyfalling]

I mean, that was decided for me from birth. Wasted effort on her part, if so.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Hate to break it to you, but an army needs more than career officers to be an army.

[softlyfalling]

[ half-smiling, mirthlessly: ]

Of course, when the bodies are brought in, who can tell?

—honestly, I’m surprised we were even doing that well in the war.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

[shrugs]

It was only a matter of time once the boss got involved.

[softlyfalling]

...mm.

"There's always an ending," as it were.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Suuure is.

[softlyfalling]

...if you remember everything—you probably know about how much there is left in that story, huh.

[carrionmywaywardsun]

Sure do.

[softlyfalling]

...well. I won't ask, to keep the surprise.

I always wondered if I'd be ready to face it, when it came back to me.