The man from dust

‘ eden, ‘ she repeated the word, letting her tongue form around it. she walked closer, bare feet soft on the floor, fingers running along the edge of the table, looking at the things in the basket he had on the table, when he offered his name, that much, at least, she could provide.

‘ i.. am called lilith. i think. ‘ her head felt less cloudy, and she managed a small smile, reaching out to take the pear. what it was was foreign to her, but she knew enough to lift it up to her nose to take a whiff of it, giving it a small squeeze before she looked at it. her stomach rumbled in response to the question, and she realized that this must be what hunger was.

‘ yes. ‘ she took a bite, teeth sinking into the flesh, and she smiled when the sweetness hit her tongue. 

this structure was foreign to her, she didn’t know what it was called — or what anything was, beyond herself. she knew her name, and really, nothing more. one hand moved to instinctively tuck her long hair back, behind her ear, and when she heard the deeper voice, she seemed to gravitate towards it. it sounded farther way, so she carefully picked her way through the abode to find it, and coming upon the man in the room, she regarded him with a wide-eyed, confused look.

‘ where.. am i? who are you? ‘

@patervenandi — pre-flying leap lilith.

it is an odd, odd thing to wake up in a bed, having no memories beyond this exact moment. the air is warm, and smells faintly like.. flowers. but what are those, exactly? pushing up on the soft thing beneath her, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, bare feet meeting the floor of the house, feeling the rough wood beneath. gauzy white fell around her as she stood tall, and she could feel the warm sunshine spilling in. leaving the room, fingers trailing along the wall as she walked.

‘ hello? ‘

Bucky had been minding his own business, walking down the sidewalk with his earphones in just to get some fresh air. He’d been in his room the past couple of days and today was the first day he felt steady enough to go out. So of course he gets slammed into by some random guy shoving through the crowded sidewalks. Bucky stumbled, not expecting the hit, only to make a loud sound of disgust as he noticed some sort of vicious, smelly, reddish stuff on the sleeve of his leather jacket. Jaw clenched, reacting more violently than he would have before his two day slump, his hand darted out to wrap around the man’s arm and pull him to a stop.

    “What the hell, man, what where you’re goin’!” he growled.

If he lost this fucker, he was going be washing two weeks worth of trackin’ down the drain. He had half a mind to grab for one of his firearms, already loaded with silver for the bastard. He didn’t know where the walkers had gone wrong, when they decided that killin’ good folk was a good way to get their jollies. When that line had finally been crossed, he’d long since forgotten. You couldn't hold onto all your memories, immortality didn’t fix that issue; it only seemed to compound it. He should have copyrighted ‘if ya don’t use it, ya lose it’. He could have made a fortune off of that. Adam quickened his pace, not sparing the effort to look beside him as he headed along. He was about to push another civilian out of the way. His focus was locked on patch of diswater blonde hair of the guy he was tracking. And then he felt a hand on him.  Oh fuck no.