CLOSED STARTER for @oddtrauma
she's deep in thought, humming as she her mind weighs how many sacks of powdered sugar ought to be enough. she always seems to be running out, doesn't she? it's not hard when she's turned her kitchen into a sacred place where she spends ungodly amounts of time. with her hands busy and her mind occupied, it's easy to never allow even one single free second for her body to actually feel something and buckle under the weight of the many memories she's locked away.Â
memories, she's come to find out, are her worst enemies. most of them are cruel and sharp-toothed. but, the memory that stirs now as a ghost of a scent catches in her nostrils feels... different. charlotte stops dead in her tracks, eyes sliding shut without her willing it, her entire self focusing on that one next inhalation. tuberose. but it's not just that. it's a mixed bouquet, a rather blend of jasmine, roses, and a touch of musk. now, two doubts plague her and coil in her gut. one, she knows this scent in the deep, hidden chambers of her soul, but where, where from? and two, a more frantic question, why does it make her heart pound so wildly against her ribs? why does she care so much?
she hardly ever trusts her brains for it loved feeding her half-truths and pain. this time though, a desperate wild hope makes her take a leap of faith. like a hound on a scent, she moves, following the cloying perfume. it puts her in a haze, her surroundings melting into a blur and rendering her both blind and deaf to everything but the trail she's following. charlie is almost rushing now, turning into a frantic and desperate thing and then—impact.
typical her, she crashes into someone hard enough the world snaps back into a sharp and painful focus. now, a hot stain of shame burns her cheeks in an all-too familiar humiliation that has washed over her multiple times. because of course her brain has tricked her again! leading her into a wild chase just so it could once again revel in her embarassment.Â
❝ oh. f-forgive me. i'm— ❞Â
