Forget Me Not | Jas Oct 26, 2021 19:56:27 GMT
Post by Synnøve Ianthe Trelawney on Oct 26, 2021 19:56:27 GMT
[attr="class","main1"]It felt weird. Maybe it was just the fact that it didn’t feel weird that made it weird? She couldn’t decide. All these thoughts and ideas about alternate realities and circumstances were mostly things people put down to Magnus being insane. To think that there was potentially another life out there for them when their own had been haunted by blood and turbulent dreams of survival for so long was, well, absurd. Iceland itself somehow looked different as she followed carefully in her uncle’s footsteps to the only place she had ever known as home. Magnus had stories to last through quarantine and she worried she had a major advantage to the father she was about to meet. If he were home. What if he was different in this world like Emmett was different to Scarlett? How could that be when she wasn’t even meant to be born yet? Her mind was overthinking a million different scenarios and none that played out for the best. ”Wait- you’re not coming with me?” She squeaked, baby blue eyes turning to the uncle that saw fit to abandon her the moment they reached the door. ’Do I need to?’
He was right, honestly. Her dad had always been her safe place. Her lighthouse in the middle of the storm. What did he need to come along for? Besides her nerves- but those weren’t his responsibility. If anything it made her more confident that the man that raised her was ever the same. He’d not leave her to her happy reunion otherwise, surely? He just didn’t wish to intrude. She could understand that at least. There was a mystery woman he had to attend to. ”N-.. Well.. no.” She stammered, her nerves fucking with her speech as per usual. It didn’t stop her from capturing her uncle in some awkwardly half-forced goodbye hug. His expression alone was enough to lift her spirits as she returned the soft smile with enthusiasm. Maybe this was a second chance for all of them? If this was the real world then wasn’t she stealing this life from someone? Herself? ”Stop it.” Harsh instructions to herself as she skipped up the stairs she knew by heart. ”I’m fine, gooo.” She waved her arm at her uncle to indicate his departure. He didn’t need to watch her go inside did he? Maybe he did. An overabundance of care much like Magnus.
She didn’t expect to find anyone immediately knowing her mother was dealing with something in Kirkjubøur. At least that gave her a little bit of time to look around before she ran into anyone. Though, her first mistake was to assume her father was with her heavily pregnant mother and not having a crisis of his own in the kitchen. The home itself was still riddled with all the luxuries of her childhood. The photos adoring walls weren’t torn and the sleek trim to ancient furniture was sharp as ever. There was even throw pillows which was .. odd. Was the oddest thing that she considered pillows a luxury? She could even smell a stew simmering in the kitchen though that was never anything familiar to her before outside of Rosethorn. There just wasn’t resources enough for it. Part of her wanted to see her room but the sensible side of her knew she didn’t have one yet. A shared nursery with her selfish sister, sure, but no “room”. In hindsight she should have called out to ensure she was alone but her own nerves prevented such sound logic. Somewhat shaky hands reached for the glass sitting atop the living room table, curiosity always being her vice.
”Ewww sparkling grape juice and it’s hot.” Imagining her own expression as she recoiled in disgust almost made her laugh as she pulled the cup into her chest. May as well empty it. Make myself useful. Imagining a time where such things were freely accessible to the point they could leave them sitting around then pour them out was … overwhelming. Just like everything else. Honestly why was she still so shocked every single time something new appeared? Lazy eyes shifted from the fireplace to the photos lining the hall. It didn’t quite have the same lived in feeling as it did when she’d left it. Of course .. when she left it had been on fire but that wasn’t the point. Rounding the corner into the kitchen was the highlight of her life to date. The sudden movement of animated hands lost in conversation with themselves caught her horribly off guard. A shrill scream accompanied the instinctual jerk of her arms in defensive mode. Grape fizzy water rained down on her as though heaven sent. The screaming from the other causing her to scream louder as she pulled her arms into her chest.
”Fuck!” Widened eyes closed as she realized who stood before her, fear turning quickly into giggles as she doubled over slightly. ”Oh- fuck. I hate fizzy water.” She commented between giggles, realizing she would perpetually smell of grape until properly bathed. ”I’m sorry! I think I got it on the freaking ceiling! I think I got it in your eye- that’s what she said. Oh my- NO I-” She was practically wheezing from laughing so hard and then to think she just made the most inappropriate joke of her lifetime in 2021 in the same moment she met her dad for the first time. Typical. ”You scared me! Why are you creeping around in the kitchen talking to yourself!?” A playfully accusatory tone directed at the one person she adored most as the giggles began to settle. He looked awkwardly young with barely enough hair to pull back into a bun nevermind enough to braid. He was almost scrawny compared to the dad she knew but not in any way terrible. Softer was maybe the right term? ”Wow, Dad. You were right. You were a nerd once upon a time.” She teased, offering him a thumbs up before fumbling with the cup in her other hand. She managed to catch it as it tumbled off her forearm and onto her waist, tossing it back into the air and catching it with dramatic flare. ”Uhm … Hi.” … Awkward.
LAIKA OF GS!