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paradisa2012-10-24 09:21 pm
chocoponying) wrote in paradisa2012-10-24 09:21 pm
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ⅹⅲ┆ whisper things into my brain
[It had been a while since the nightmares happened, but he couldn't stop thinking about them. Well, it wasn't exactly the nightmares what he couldn't keep away from his thoughts. For the first days it bothered him the fact that he had died in one of those dreams; it had been too real, the feeling had been terrifying. But soon the fear he felt was nearly forgotten over different matters.
They say that when you're close to death, your life flashes before your eyes... There had been flashes indeed; faces of people he's met, of people he cares about, and even people he utterly hates. What he wasn't expecting to see was someone he didn't remember.
He had seen him. His friend, Zack. A brief glimpse of his face and soft words... 'Continue living.'
That's all he got, all he could remember before being swallowed by the darkness, but... He had made a promise, and he had broken it. Even if it had been a dream, it had triggered that memory... Was it even a memory at all?
He had been avoiding to talk about this to anyone, Zack, specially, for obvious reasons. But if Zack was part of his loss too, was remembering bits of him normal? What was even normal in that place to begin with? If only Hinata was there to help him as she said she would. But she wasn't, and that was for the best.
He would have to ask others himself.]
[Filtered away from Zack Fair.]
Has any of you ever remembered or recovered parts of your losses at some point?
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[Zack Fair.]
Come to the roof.
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[That would do. For now. Cloud leaves the journal open, waiting for a response as he looks down at the castle grounds from some parapet in the roof. He's still a pony and this pony still got wings. He extends them, and he looks he's about to jump, but he's just there, probably deciding what to do. Come give him a little push? Or just talk to him, he doesn't bite too hard.]
{{Loss continues.}}
They say that when you're close to death, your life flashes before your eyes... There had been flashes indeed; faces of people he's met, of people he cares about, and even people he utterly hates. What he wasn't expecting to see was someone he didn't remember.
He had seen him. His friend, Zack. A brief glimpse of his face and soft words... 'Continue living.'
That's all he got, all he could remember before being swallowed by the darkness, but... He had made a promise, and he had broken it. Even if it had been a dream, it had triggered that memory... Was it even a memory at all?
He had been avoiding to talk about this to anyone, Zack, specially, for obvious reasons. But if Zack was part of his loss too, was remembering bits of him normal? What was even normal in that place to begin with? If only Hinata was there to help him as she said she would. But she wasn't, and that was for the best.
He would have to ask others himself.]
[Filtered away from Zack Fair.]
Has any of you ever remembered or recovered parts of your losses at some point?
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[Zack Fair.]
Come to the roof.
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[That would do. For now. Cloud leaves the journal open, waiting for a response as he looks down at the castle grounds from some parapet in the roof. He's still a pony and this pony still got wings. He extends them, and he looks he's about to jump, but he's just there, probably deciding what to do. Come give him a little push? Or just talk to him, he doesn't bite too hard.]
{{Loss continues.}}
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[ A beat. He's had his suspicions, but sure isn't gonna share them with some random guy. ]
I haven't discovered another one.
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