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Nov 26, 2017 22:28:39 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2017 22:28:39 GMT -8
Damian had come easy enough. He'd seemed excited to see Rhafiel, relieved even. That made one of them, he guessed. He still found it hard to look in the mirror, if only because he didn't know the person that was staring back at him. It had all been muscle memory and some instinct that had driven him here. A need to know. To feel. To gain some sort of information... insight. But he'd been here. He'd been holding onto him. There had been stumbling and cursing and a little bit of floundering in the dark. Suddenly that need for insight faltered and he'd simply given in to everything he'd hoped to avoid. Rhafiel didn't know himself. He didn't know who Damian had become, or what he had done in the time since Rhafiel's memory began and this time ended. Waking up in a too small bed curled up against a fucking giant of a man? This was fine. For the moment. And then it wasn't. The gravity of everything... it was all too much and Rhafiel was extracting himself from Damian's hold and pushing himself to aching feet, dressing the lower half of himself in silence. He reached down to pick up the grey t-shirt he'd been wearing, but paused and turned back to the snoozing... Gym Leader? Right? Isn't that what this place was? Shirt forgotten, Rhafiel settled himself back onto the side of the bed, reaching over and brushing his fingers through Damian's hair. Of all the good they had likely experienced since college... why couldn't Rhafiel... remember any of it? The sad truth settled like a stone in his gut and he pulled his hand away, turning to face forward and scrub at his face with both hands instead. "Scheisse..." he whispered. There had likely been only despair between them. And they'd both ended up right back here because Rhafiel had no memory of anything from the last 13 years. Yet, he'd known how to get into the building... he'd even had a key. How... what... He had to know and it couldn't wait. "Damian."----- 348 Words - Damian Moreau
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Nov 27, 2017 7:33:48 GMT -8
Post by Damian Moreau on Nov 27, 2017 7:33:48 GMT -8
He was still in the middle of a feud with Mikey (seeing as Artie was nowhere to be found, maybe he’d gone back to Alola for a family emergency or something) due to what had been going on; and not only that, he’d all but retreated from the world again. He’d been feeling sick for the past few months now, although he didn’t want to admit it.
Hell, even his co-engineers were starting to worry for the state of his being, what with the way he kept on isolating himself from them—but he’d been stubborn and absolutely refused to contact anyone, just leaving the odd message every now and then to keep his engineering team quiet whenever they’d look for him.
He was just about ready to throw in the towel searching when a knock on the back door jarred him. Of course, since there were very few people he allowed access to the back door of the Skydome, he’d figured it was Mike, and was just about ready to scream at him (again) to leave him alone when he’d noticed that instead of the 5 foot 5 miniature Godzilla of an ‘older brother’, it was someone he wasn’t expecting to see at all.
Right then and there, he felt like the world had come to a crashing halt. Unless he was seeing things—but then again, the rest of what had happened melted into a blur and they’d eventually ended up heading to his too-small room, with Damian shushing Loki along the way as the Sableye came cackling out of the shadows, a gleeful smirk on its face before he’d kicked the door shut with his foot.
Was it his fault he’d lost control, even if it was for a few hours, as they stumbled around in the darkness? Definitely not.
Of course, he wouldn’t admit to all of this.
Eventually, they’d fallen into a restful slumber, him hugging the other close. Never mind if the bed was a bit on the small side, he’d managed to make the both of them fit on it. He really did need to get a new bed anyways…
Sleep was something that rarely came for Damian, and when it did, it would often be plagued by nightmares; some of which had unsettled him to the point that he’d become slightly paranoid. Tonight, however, those nightmares didn’t come to bother him. While he’d miss the light feather-touch to his hair, he wouldn’t miss the voice he’d been aching for so long to call him back to the waking world.
But why was there some kind of dread in his tone?
“Mmm…” he began, yawning before hauling himself up into a sitting position making a grab for the blankets (that had somehow ended up at the foot of the bed) and leaning back against the wall.
“What’s the matter?” he continued softly while running a hand through his hair in an attempt to wake up from that restful nap.
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Dec 3, 2017 8:28:51 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2017 8:28:51 GMT -8
"You need to know something," were the first words out of Rhafiel's mouth. He clamped his mouth shut then, his brow furrowing as he forced himself to look away. He rest his elbows on his knees, running his fingers through his own hair and bowing his head while he tried to form the next words on his mind.
How did you tell someone that you loved that you didn't remember the last 13 years of what might have been their happy life?
How did you break a person and not want to break yourself because of it?
"..."
'Just say it.'
"I'm sorry, Damian," Rhafiel started, taking in a slow breath. He rubbed at his forehead rather aggressively, gritting his teeth. "I'm sorry but the last thirteen or fourteen years are all a blur to me... no... those are the wrong words," he muttered quietly, dropping his hands from his face.
Bracing himself, he angled his body so that he could face Damian, apprehension showing on his features.
"What I'm saying is that I... I have no idea how I found my way here. I don't know if it was muscle memory or instinct or what. I didn't even know I had a key to this place. I don't... I don't remember anything that has happened in the last thirteen years. All of those memories are gone..."
There was a sharp pause and Rhafiel squeezed his eyes shut.
"The hospital I woke up in a month ago said that I was found in the mountains in September with major blunt force trauma to the head and hypothermia," Rhafiel murmured, gritting his teeth. "They had to operate and repair the damage, but I stayed in a coma until about a month ago. I woke up with no long-term memory of the last thirteen or fourteen years. No memory of where I was, my career, or if I had any family or emergency contacts I could call. It was a small out of the way medical facility so they didn't have any of my updated records on file. Just stuff they could pull from the last place I lived..."
Rhafiel fell silent, turning his body forward again. "I didn't come here intending to... end up here. I just... I just wanted answers but... my first instinct was to... I'm sure that means things were okay between us... but I don't know what I've lost and I think I need help."
"I need you to tell me what has happened to me since we were together in college. I remember that we went on a double date a few days prior to me waking up in the hospital and we'd spent a few days cramming for finals. That's it. That's all I've got to go off of."
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Dec 4, 2017 4:45:08 GMT -8
Post by Damian Moreau on Dec 4, 2017 4:45:08 GMT -8
As he held the blanket close, complete and utter confusion clouded his features as Rhafiel fell silent for the briefest of moments. Wondering what he was about to say, he blinked a few times, his other hand still running through his hair in an attempt to mess it back to some sense of order, listening to what he had to share.
He wasn’t exactly prepared for what Rhafiel would be saying next.
Leaning up against the wall, he listened in silent disbelief. How could that be possible? What exactly had happened?!
And for that matter, how was it even possible? Sure, he was aware of amnesia and its complications, but for an extended length of time? Now that was something that even he had a hard time believing.
If what he’s saying is true, then… he thought to himself, not realizing that he’d frozen up, still leaning against the wall. The very last thing he’d remembered was a double date between them and—
Wait. No. That’s the last thing he remembers?! The coffee shop thing with Mike and his crazy ex, Nikki? Who seriously couldn’t keep her eyes—and hands—off me, despite Mike already warning her that I’m taken? But… that’s… he continued to himself, blinking at the sheer magnitude of what he was afraid of talking about.
Damian hadn’t realized that his own breath had caught in his throat—now that he had to start talking, he couldn’t find the courage… where would he even begin?!
“Are… are you sure you want to know… everything?” he said at last, managing to find his voice. “Everything… at least, the parts that I can…” he added, taking another breath in an attempt to steady himself. If there was one thing he was absolutely dreading, it was this.
While he still had secrets of his own, he couldn’t keep them from him any longer—at least, from one of the few people he’d trust entirely.
“Alright… so you want me to start from that time, with Mike and Nikki? I can do that. You do remember that we were in Hoenn, right? The school me, Mike and Artie went to? Over in Mossdeep? You came along with a class of students and spent a term there, as part of the regional exchange program. Admittedly, Mike knows you as Amon and not Rhafiel, so there’s that… but I’ll get to that in a few,” he said, shuddering slightly as he began talking.
“So… you mentioned finals, right? That… that was actually the last time we ever talked with each other. I don’t know what made you do it, but you basically… cut off all contact with me. I tried to call you for days on end. But you didn’t answer at all. I was afraid, you know. I couldn’t understand why you did that, yet before it happened we were cramming together. Either way… it wasn’t until sometime later I found out from both Mikey and Artie that your class had already left, and I still hadn’t managed to get in contact with you,” he continued, the slight tremor from earlier now emerging in full force.
“I tried, and tried… but no matter what I’d do, you refused to answer. I thought, ‘didn’t we have something? Or was that nothing to you now?’. When I told Mike and Artie about it, they told me not to worry—at least initially. And to keep trying. Well, Artie did at least. I got an earful from Mike about what happened, but I decided not to listen to him. I kept trying, and trying… but the more I kept going, the more it… hurt. It just… hurt,” he went on, biting his lower lip—since when did that tremble come into his voice? Why was he shaking so much now, that he couldn’t control it any longer?
He was sincerely hoping to avoid this confrontation, but it was inevitable—it had come to this.
So be it, then… he continued in the back of his mind, biting down harder on his lip, he didn’t realize that it was already bleeding due to the force he was putting on it. Forcing himself to calm down, he took another deep breath, before going on with his story.
“I… I did something. Th-that I ended up r-regretting,” he continued, reaching up to his neck and slowly unraveling the bandages he’d stubbornly refused to take off before they’d crashed into his bed several hours earlier. “I l-lost… I lost the will to keep g-going, I just… gave up. I couldn’t understand why you’d leave me in th-the dust, Amon. I th-thought you s-said. Y-you promised... th-that you wouldn’t hurt m-me. B-but l-look what I did, i-instead…”
With those words, the white strip of cloth finally unraveled, revealing a series of scars stretching from one point on his neck. While they had faded over time, the fact remained that they were there. A permanent reminder of what he’d done back then, so young and foolishly in love he was.
“B-but… that’s not all,” he went on, fighting the tears that were now falling, unbidden, as he looked away.
| I fell in love with your sin, your littlest sin
this is just part 1. of I don't know how long. |
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