DOLOUR

In the first place, why did he have to talk to her? He didn’t owe her conversation, much less explanation - it was called ‘ wandering ’ for a reason. She’s not the only one noticing the bad weather, but even if it started pouring he’d still keep trudging along; his legs beg him to keep moving, and he obeys if only to keep up the slow pace headed towards nowhere. 

At this point, he doesn’t even bother looking at her.  “ Don’t call me Momo. If you’re having such a hard time keeping up, then you should find someone else to stalk. “  ( Nevermind that he’s just been walking in wide circles for an hour. )

          That kind of response wasn’t a surprise but still, she couldn’t help but 

      It wasn’t really a surprise that she got that kind of response, but it still didn’t answer her question. Where was he going? Did he notice the weather? Shouldn’t they find shelter? Macie shuddered at the thought of rain. Her clothes and hair would get wet... Not to mention she doesn’t do well in the cold. 

She planned to continue ‘stalking’ the male in silence but as soon as she felt a droplet of rain hit her forehead, Macie bounded forwards, gripping onto the male’s collar, tugging him backwards. 

To do list; 

     His expression dissolves, but the crease in his brow doesn’t.

   ❝ What do you mean you don’t know? ❞  

     She starts walking and he follows in a sudden rush forward, hand shifting to press her aside but failing to ever even meet her shoulder. It curls up into a fist instead, his feet planting themselves firmly into dust. ❝ Where are you going if you don’t even have a place to go? Hey! ❞

     The question’s right on his tongue but he wonders if it’s worth spitting out for the sake of playing bearer of bad news - what if she forgot something again? What if she wandered around forever?

   ❝ You can’t just – ! ❞  He has nothing to say for himself - he’s the same, with nothing to offer her beyond sounds of protest.

   You’d think for someone who didn’t like the look of her face would be relieved when she leaves but the fact he only complained and shouted at her more, irritated her. Now he’s telling her what she can and can’t do?! 

     ‘ I can’t what exactly?! ‘ Halting on the spot, she spun around to face the male once again, shooting a glare in his direction. ‘ You are right, I don’t have anywhere to go but it’s better than sitting here watching you scream at me over things I don’t have CONTROL over. ‘ 

    At least she doesn’t think she is a criminal and hasn’t done anything wrong. That she knows of. ‘ I don’t know anything about you but I’m not here, interrogating you and making you out to be a horrible person. '  Even if they just picked at each other, it was still comforting she could interact with at least someone.

 ‘ It may be good news for you that I could forget you at any moment but I don’t like waking up in the middle of nowhere with no memories. ‘ The more she spoke about the topic, the heavier her chest felt. It wasn’t a nice feeling at all. 

    ‘ It was scary okay. ‘  It was dark, there was no one around, she just remembers hearing the sound of water from the nearby stream. The first person she came across, after walking for days without food or water, looked at her like she was from another planet. ‘ What do you want me to do exactly?! ’  Her voice raised several octaves out of pure frustration, shouting at the male. ‘ IDIOT!‘ 

   ❝ I don’t want to see anything of yours. ❞  The edges of his lips curl in a half snarl –  ❝ It’s hard enough to stand looking at your face for conversation. ❞ 

     Weren’t shoulders scandalous? That and the nape of the neck; bare skin both smoothed and waiting unnerves him in a way he can’t express beyond a general feral irritation. It borders panic and eases only as she covers herself - a snort, scoff and roll of his eyes greet her own haughty pout. ( He needs a moment to remedy his erratic breathing. )

   ❝ There isn’t any saying you aren’t something dangerous, even if you don’t remember. ❞  A criminal with continuous amnesia, wouldn’t it be curious? He watches her, looking her over like there might be some sort of evidence to a crime as he further calms himself – ❝ So how do you plan to live? How have you been living? How long until you forget me and my feet, you weirdo? ❞

    Ah, she knew he didn’t like her but somehow today his words were getting under her skin. Digging deeper. Was it because he was bringing up her Amnesia?  It was a topic she tried to avoid c o m p l e t e l y  if possible. He thinks she was a criminal, something dangerous and somehow that really... hurt. 

    As for living? She met someone that let them stay at their place because she was lost with no memories. That was pretty lucky itself. She repaid them by doing whatever they wanted, working to pay back their hospitality. ‘

  ‘ I don’t know. ‘ Was the only thing she could muster up to say, eyes drifting off to the side. It was like her energy was completely depleted. She didn’t know anything about him either but she wasn’t interrogating him or treating him like a criminal. 

@feracie  \  cont 

          ah , that was a rather forward way of turning him down at the start . a light laugh escaping his lips before he could have muted it but hopefully she didn’t take much offense to it . he did what was easiest for himself  &  got comfortable while ordering a cheap drink of his own to pass the time . hazel hues flicked to catch a glimpse of her features twisted; she’d gotten something a bit too out of her league but not everyone was drunk . “ I’m just being nice for once , ” shoulders shrugged in indifferent  /  a deep breathe drawn that soon shifted to a long sigh of admonishment .

          “ so you shot down my drink but how about a bit of light conversation ? ” curved digits drummed on the tinged bar although they soon found themselves occupied with his own drink . emulating her behavior from before by drinking it all down yet without the humorous bit at the end . “ bars are social places sooooo , ” lips curved into a smile as words trailed along .

      after her snappy little comment, she assumed the individual that sat beside her would leave her alone but his voice was ringing in his ears. Like someone knocking on the door to your house to sell someone you clearly don’t want. She almost felt her eyes roll back into her skull, lips parting to throw another retort but she instantly stopped herself at his next comment.

        ‘bars are social places.’  

   WAS THAT TRUE?  Macie didn’t make a habit of coming to these sort of places so she never really thought about it. An aggravated sigh escaped the female, as she rubbed the back of her head. Maybe, just MAYBE she was being a little hard headed. She shouldn’t really take her anger out on someone else either. That was the last thing she wanted. 

     ‘ I DON’T really have a lot to talk about. ‘ Not things she could tell at least, ‘  but unless you have something you want to share, go right ahead.’