#dischronological

“Oh, is this how you see me?” Rose leans her weight to one side, hands on hips while appearing disappointed over Sorey’s gift. But that act quickly vanishes as she gently punches him in the shoulder for having gone out of his way to offer her some chocolate.

“Chillax, I’m joking!” She giggles and takes the chocolate, eyeing the little drawing Sorey attempted with frosting. It was rather adorable.

“Aww, you captured my smile pretty well. It’s so cute, I almost don’t want to eat it so I can treasure it forever!” But that would be a waste of delicious chocolate. No matter how cute the drawing is. Besides, she couldn’t pass out on some delicious sweets! So she gobbles it right up.

“Thanks, Sorey!”

“Why are you sad?” A small voice breaks the silence, curious eyes looking at the other girl sitting on the lonely swing that hung from the tree. She had caught the girl’s attention, and she’s met with bright yet curious eyes.

“Are you hurting?” The small girl approaches closer until she’s standing next to the swing her older self is sitting on.

“Brad told me it’s okay to hurt even if you have to stay strong. But to remember not take everything by yourself! Just like the wind!” Young Rose moves her arms in a whooshing like motion to convey wind. “The wind all rides together!” She smiles brightly and does a little skip to her step. Which led to her wrapping her arm’s around her older self’s waist.

“We can be strong together!” Like birds of a feather, that shall always flock together.

It was the late hours of the night and the sounds of the crackling fire fill the chilly air. Rose is seated by the fire, her eyes are heavy as she sips at some warm tea Lailah had made earlier. They’ve been taking on more than they can chew, but that’s not surprising news. It’s always been that way, and yet they manage to pull through together.

“Nuuh aaah! Maaaan, I’m beat!” Rose lets out a tired yawn and stretches her arms upwards after she puts her tea down. It’s about time they’d get some shut eye, and she was about to turn to her friend and companion to see if they’re ready to hit the hay, but it looks like he beat her to it.

Sorey was fast asleep, heavily leaning against her shoulder while he snored lightly. Her gaze softened at the sleeping figure against her. This wasn’t the first time they’ve done this. In fact, sleeping against each other has become a common thing between them whenever they take on a really hard task.

“Yeah, me too.” She smiled and a light chuckle passes her lips as she leaned against him as well. Her head resting against his.

“You really are something special, Sorey,” Another yawn as she scoots into him. Sleeping against each other wasn’t foreign to her, as she would do this often with her family she had with the Sparrowfeathers.

“Goodnight, Sorey~.” And she too, lulls off into sleep. Lailah and Mikleo gently put a blanket over the sleeping pair. They’ll be needing all the rest they could get.

    Her... bad? Iida’s head turned slowly, appraising the girl with a pointed stare. ... upperclassman, clearly. So he needed to be mindful to pay his respects, since she was his elder and all. But at the same time...

The game is called The Eternity Clock. We don’t actually see her meet them, but we do get to see some pages of her Diary which includes this little gem:

An Unearthly MessI couldn’t help myself. He used to have the worse swiss-cheese memory so I  knew that meeting his first incarnation wouldn’t upset too many apple carts. There wasn’t any chance he would remember me. Just one blast on the Vortex Manipulator, and there he would be. The man I love, wearing his very first face.

It didn’t go well. He lived in a scrapyard. A scrapyard! This was “blending in”. I imagine - though why anyone would try to keep a low profile by being Albert Steptoe in 1963, I have no idea.Anyway the second he saw me snooping around inside the gates, he lurched at me, waving his walking stick like a weapon. “And what do you think you’re doing?” The point of the stick was aimed right between my eyes. “Hmmm? This is private, yes, private property, you can’t just be where you want ever to be.” He has had more erudite selves. Then I heard her voice calling from the street. “Grandfather?” My hand leapt to the manipulator and I got out of there in a shot. That is a conversation I am not ready for yet!

Followed by this list:

The Many Faces of River’s SweetieOne: Grumpy, Rude. Hangs out with teachers – boring! And the worst taste in hats – I missed the fezTwo: Fun but wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him. Offered to show me “this cool place on Telos” – but I saw right through that (And I hope he chokes on that recorder)Three: Now we’re talking! Hair like a lion, Velvet and frills. Amazing gourmand. We had a lot to talk about.Four: Good hair. Good hat. Has fourteen of those scarves. All the same. They take up a whole lot of room to themselves.Five: Very sweet but strangely short-tempered. Also obsessed with some place called the Eye of Harmony. A nightclub?Six: I fear this was the payoff of all those conversations with Three. He was aiming for my hair and fell some way short. Also, is that what it looks like when you put clowns through a wood chipper?Seven: Surprisingly Scottish! Always thinks big. Would have loved to get my hands on that jumper - and thrown it into the nearest supernova.Eight: Velvet and frills again? So passé. But oh my word - GREAT DIGS! Got lost in the cloisters one afternoon I could have sworn I heard some American begging to be let out.Nine: Leather jacket. Funny accent. Big ears. And don’t mention the war!NOTE: Need to buy more mnemosine recall-wipe vapour. Can’t keep hopping into my sweetie’s life without it!