So...a bit the same as you and remembering our trip together. Right? Little bits and not much else.
[It still hurt, at times. Maybe she's making mountains out of molehills, but walking into old friends every day who still keep her at arms length drives her a little mad. It would be nice to be remembered fondly, by him. By Totty. It would be nice to have more people period, the ones she got to know best. She's still trying to get a handle on Mizuki, on Ichiban and Artemy. They're wonderful, it's just that they're distant in a different way. Friendly and familiar, but they really don't know much about each other.
So many good friends to miss, and such a lonely space they all leave behind.]
From the looks of things, even these versions have come to love you a great deal. I guess you're destined to be friends, no matter what.
[It does make her glad though. To see them all together, all jokes and easy familiarity. They fit together so well, how can she begrudge anyone that kind of happiness? They would need every ounce they can get.]
...Right. Like that. I wish I could remember more of the Eudora, too - I really hate the idea of forgetting things I cared about.
[ and there were people he cared about, he knows this. there's the phantom weight of a necklace he can't remember the shape of around his neck, a whisper in his ear from a voice he recognized once. gone like a dream fading after waking, leaving only bits and pieces he can't put back together.
...he looks a little uncertain about that one, but smiles faintly anyway. ]
I don’t know if I believe in destiny, but who knows? If we were all meant to be friends, and that’s why we’re back here. And even if we don’t remember everything offhand, we can still make up for it. That’s why I won’t ever give up on them, even if they tell me to. You know what I mean?
[ that and he's just a stubborn bitch who won't take no for an answer when it comes certain things. ]
[ it's a lot to process. having a pre-written story, sleeping beauty, all this magic and fairies and a true love. but he looks back at rosamund, thoughtful
and pulls her into another hug. brief, but no less meaningful. ]
...I don't know anything about true love, but I know how hard it is to break out of what someone else decided for you.
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[It still hurt, at times. Maybe she's making mountains out of molehills, but walking into old friends every day who still keep her at arms length drives her a little mad. It would be nice to be remembered fondly, by him. By Totty. It would be nice to have more people period, the ones she got to know best. She's still trying to get a handle on Mizuki, on Ichiban and Artemy. They're wonderful, it's just that they're distant in a different way. Friendly and familiar, but they really don't know much about each other.
So many good friends to miss, and such a lonely space they all leave behind.]
From the looks of things, even these versions have come to love you a great deal. I guess you're destined to be friends, no matter what.
[It does make her glad though. To see them all together, all jokes and easy familiarity. They fit together so well, how can she begrudge anyone that kind of happiness? They would need every ounce they can get.]
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[ and there were people he cared about, he knows this. there's the phantom weight of a necklace he can't remember the shape of around his neck, a whisper in his ear from a voice he recognized once. gone like a dream fading after waking, leaving only bits and pieces he can't put back together.
...he looks a little uncertain about that one, but smiles faintly anyway. ]
I don’t know if I believe in destiny, but who knows? If we were all meant to be friends, and that’s why we’re back here. And even if we don’t remember everything offhand, we can still make up for it. That’s why I won’t ever give up on them, even if they tell me to. You know what I mean?
[ that and he's just a stubborn bitch who won't take no for an answer when it comes certain things. ]
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[She nods, smiling.]
When you love someone, it's very hard to let go.
[Or in some cases, letting go is the only thing you can do.]
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and pulls her into another hug. brief, but no less meaningful. ]
...I don't know anything about true love, but I know how hard it is to break out of what someone else decided for you.