ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴍᴇ

[persequor]

ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ
I feel like I'm going mad. I keep forgetting things. This morning I woke up and I couldn't remember your voice. [ her voice breaks. ] I kept trying, but it was gone. I couldn't remember it at all. I was really scared. I thought I was going to forget you completely. I don't want to forget. If I forget… [ she trails off. quieter, she continues. ] When will you come, Father? We need you here.

[ A pause as she tries to add some semblance of happiness to her voice. ] I'm doing my prayers every night, Father. I'm working. I earn mine own coin now. And I've got really good with Needle. When you get here, I'll show you. I'll make you proud, I promise.

I wish you were here.


ᴅɪᴄᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ
How normal is forgetting?


ᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ
[ considering how curt and frantic she had been, she figures she owes him an apology. ]

Um, I'm sorry. For my behavior that night. And...thank you.

Comments

[persequor]

You've not asked.

[secondchances]

What's your loss?

[persequor]

I can't be given things. They disappear.

[secondchances]

... like someone hands you a cup, and it goes poof?

[persequor]

Cups. Quills. Food. Anything.

[secondchances]

What about presents?

[Christmas :( ]

[persequor]

[ Good thing a) not her real loss and b) she has no idea what Christmas is. ]

Can't get them. But I don't care for them either.

[secondchances]

What? You can't say that. Presents are so vague!

[persequor]

It's fine. There's no point to them here anyway what with the wishing.