#tragcdyfallen

"Well you do seem to have decided who I am" based off of something he didn't even remember. It was odd, he didn't know how to deal with that. A whole life he didn't even seem to remember. "What exactly is it that you believe I am running from?"

.｡.:*☆ "And? I mean, you are not going to look through it, are you?" She blinked, eyes wide as she looked at Vassa.

"And before you ask, yes, I am curious as well." Like, how could she not. "But this place is crazy, and you can not promise me no one is going to poke out one of my eyes if we really go looking - right?"

"You think I had anything to do with this? I didn't decide to wake up suddenly in another world. I have no magic" nor did she want to have it either. It was the one thing she truly hated, especially after what had happened. Now it just seemed to be playing cruel tricks with her all of the time and she was exhausted. "Stop pushing me away, and you won't lose me" far as she could see it was that simple.

"Is that so?" he replied, as insults went he had definitely heard worse. Usually about how he was an awful person. Perhaps they weren't wrong. In his previous life he had managed to get many people cursed into being furniture, and here he had too often let his temper be too much. Really he wasn't sure he had any redeeming qualities at this point, other than being attractive he supposed. "Well if it's a problem I can stay out of your way, I don't tend to leave home that much anyway".

This was dangerous. They'd been meeting occasionally for painting lessons, but then that damn parcel had come through. He shouldn't have read it, ignorance was bliss after all. Except now he had, and now he had not only his memories of his life here, but some history of what his other life might have been. He didn't really believe it, he shouldn't believe it. And now, this closeness... it might just all be a coincidence, he just didn't really believe that. "Think that's why I don't wear these often, they end up getting out of place" and he had on purpose picked a green one.

As if things hadn't been complicated enough, now it seemed that people were getting their whole live stories sent to them. She'd watched hers out of curiosity, but it hadn't given her anything that she didn't already know. In some regards she supposed she was rather lucky, but she knew that others hadn't shared in that luck. Best thing she could do right now was to try and be kind, she might not be able to solve anything, but sometimes all people needed was an ear to talk to.

It had been all she was trying to do today, putting the drinks down in front of them. "Is everything alright? You look like you're staring off into the void".

It had all become incredibly complicated. They had been happily married, living what had been a perfectly normal life, and then memories had come back. He supposed there was something in the fact he was married to the same person. It just became complicated when he remembered what she had done. How could you ever trust anyone if you knew they were perfectly happy to decide if someone should die like that? No matter what he had done, he had never taken another person's life.

None of which he had actually said to her. Instead, he just carried on with the same act he had played around everyone else. He was foolish, believing he could ever let anyone see who he truly was. Even here, when the immediate danger was gone, if there was a chance they would ever wake up and find themselves home, he couldn't risk her knowing the truth.

Hearing the door close shook him from his, frankly melancholy, thoughts and back to reality. Thankfully he had a newspaper in front of him so it wouldn't be too obvious. "Oh there you are my dear. Was town all you imagined it would be today?"

Oh he had no idea how true that was. Right now he had no idea who he was, he was completely lost. She couldn't say that though, not when he was standing in front of her, and seemed to be fine. "And right now? Do you feel lost?" she hoped that wasn't leading.