#tragicies

it was him. tonks knew it was him. but he was young. the same... but so different. he didn’t have the years weighing down his shoulders. didn’t wear shame on his sleeves. they watched him for a time, at a distance, worrying their thumbnail with their teeth. when she finally dared to step in, she did so knowing that her heart was completely on the line. he wore youth and with that, he wouldn’t remember them. tonks approached carefully, finally, laying a hand on remus’s shoulder to garner his attention. “you don’t know me, do you?” she finally asked, terrified of the answer already. an unfriendly world, and not quite what she’d been promised.

@tragicies​  !

it was the strangest of shifts. from one world to another, or did it even happen? had she died in the arms of the man she trusted the MOST in CAMELOT? was this her limbo? the trick of the eyes and the soul within the underworld? was she DEAD? surely she was not. MORGAUSE would have found a way to save her, right? then why was she here, and she was not? heart leapt from her chest to her throat when emerald hues locked upon familiar sapphire blue ones, fingers tangling with the keys of her door, almost having reached her room, and for just a moment it felt as though her throat was closing up, as if she still had the poison within her. TRAITOR !! ENEMY !! voices echoed her thoughts, and it was only then that she found the strength to swallow thickly, body stiffening                “who would have THOUGHT.” her voice WAVERED for a moment, and then she took a step forward, eyes not leaving him. DONT TRUST HIM !! BEWARE !! those voices were still screaming within her.                           “MERLIN.”

anakin was here, padmé was here; it only made sense that obi-wan would follow suit. even so, it doesn’t stop the range of emotions that flow through her — betrayal, anger, nostalgia, hope — as she looks at him. he had sided with the council, he had played the game of politics as the chancellor deemed it. the jedi were no longer peacekeepers.   “ master kenobi, ”   the title is pulled from her, a gut reaction; but it’s quiet and full of disbelief. so many years of training ingrained in her system, to treat those above her with respect.  but she doesn’t have to do that anymore.     “ obi-wan! ”    ahsoka wasn’t sure what she wanted more : him to turn around or him to keep walking. 

"   you’re  quick.   ”     the  words  are  pointed  towards  the  young  man  who  was  sitting  at  the  table  adjacent  to  hers  eating  a  sandwich.  he  hadn’t  been  a  moment  ago.  she  was  certain  of  that.   mutated  mcr1  gene.  high  metabolism.  super  speed.  a  mutant.     she  smiles.  they’re  not  all  gone.  maybe  her  last  life  counted  for  something.     “   sonic  speed   ?   ”

with  arms  wrapped  around  her  torso,  she  makes  herself  as  quiet  as  possible  as  she  moves  along  the  halls.  she  dare  not  disturb  anyone.  as  she  walks,  she  can  feel  the  magic  seeping  from  the  walls.  her  circle  would  have  loved  it.  even  the  pictures  have  an  essence  that  she  can’t  quite  place.  there’s  one  in  particular  that  captures  her  attention,  a  nameless  servant  boy.  he’d  never  be  nameless  to  her.  when  did  he  get  a  portrait  and  what  was  it  doing  so  far  from  camelot?  her  heart  squeezes  in  her  chest. it’s  been  far  too  long  since  she’s  seen  his  face.  reaching  up,  she  brushes  her  fingers  along  the  paint.     “   hello,  merlin.   ”

there  was  only  one  person  that  had  THAT  smell.   mud  and  bat  shit,  smoke  and  bitter  herbs.  it  passed  on  the  air  like  a  memory,  but  she’s  almost  certain  that  she  smelled  it.  it  was  too  real  to  be  simply  a  memory,  too  real  because  she  could  see  the  looks  on  people’s  faces.  they  smelled  it  too,  she  could  tell.  so  what  do  all  good  detectives  do ?  FOLLOW  THE  SCENT.  arms  folded  behind  her  back  as  she  trailed  the  halls  and  then  outside  of  the  hotel  to  a  bench.  and,  with  her  heart  leaping  into  her  chest,  she  laid  eyes  on  a  man  with  red  hair,  dirty,  scruffy,  and  that  was  certainly  a  cat  scarfed  around  his  neck.   CALEB.   she’d  only  just  gotten  fjord  back,  so  to  see  another  member  of  her  made-family  so  soon  made  her  throat  tighten.  she  walked  up  to  the  bench  where  he  was  perched,  settling  on  the  opposite  end  of  it.   “  you  should  take  a  bath;  you  know  they  have  shower’s  here.  ”     a  first  from  so  many  months  ago,  brought  to  light  again  for  them  to  relive.