... When you start to have time to think about the lives we had back then, you start to think of them as an old friend you lost touch with. At least, I do.
[ there's a point to this, and she decides on their destination after a moment. a gesture to follow along to the train they need to board. her voice comes out a little quiet, sentimental in a grieving way, though her eyes remain forward and her smile small and present. ]
There's as many things that I remember as there are ones I don't. I don't know what day she was born, but I know it was around this time of year. She looked forward to it more when she was young and could get away with a bit more color in her life. But as she got older, things changed. There were tests to study for, homework to be done, grades to improve -- she was an average student, an average person, living an average life. I don't think... she celebrated her birthday even for herself by the end of it.
How can I not acknowledge it? Not celebrate it? When I don't even know if there's anyone out there who'll do it now that time's moved on? I don't... feel like her, but she's still part of me. A pretty big part, too.
[ ducks and nervous notes. a want to see a bright future, and the cheer to match. loving to try new things and see what comes of it. malkuth knows that there's so much of her based on that blueprint of a young woman who no longer lives, who may not even exist in the City's records with how eager they are to forget, and that she's grown into someone of her own.
maybe elijah would've turned out like her too. maybe not. it's a future neither of them will ever know, but it's one she thinks about with her free time and stolen name.
her cheer reappears, clapping her hands together with some finality. ]
I'll just choose a day and that'll have to be good enough for the both of us!
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[ there's a point to this, and she decides on their destination after a moment. a gesture to follow along to the train they need to board. her voice comes out a little quiet, sentimental in a grieving way, though her eyes remain forward and her smile small and present. ]
There's as many things that I remember as there are ones I don't. I don't know what day she was born, but I know it was around this time of year. She looked forward to it more when she was young and could get away with a bit more color in her life. But as she got older, things changed. There were tests to study for, homework to be done, grades to improve -- she was an average student, an average person, living an average life. I don't think... she celebrated her birthday even for herself by the end of it.
How can I not acknowledge it? Not celebrate it? When I don't even know if there's anyone out there who'll do it now that time's moved on? I don't... feel like her, but she's still part of me. A pretty big part, too.
[ ducks and nervous notes. a want to see a bright future, and the cheer to match. loving to try new things and see what comes of it. malkuth knows that there's so much of her based on that blueprint of a young woman who no longer lives, who may not even exist in the City's records with how eager they are to forget, and that she's grown into someone of her own.
maybe elijah would've turned out like her too. maybe not. it's a future neither of them will ever know, but it's one she thinks about with her free time and stolen name.
her cheer reappears, clapping her hands together with some finality. ]
I'll just choose a day and that'll have to be good enough for the both of us!