" You feel like something I lost a long time ago. "
[ For Victor, from Kyra ]
~ { @untoldremnants }
The words felt like a knife between his ribs, and that terrified him. Victor had never met this person before, that he knew clearly; no half-drunk state to account for, no chance encounters. He certainly had no deep enough connection to them that they could feel they'd lost him. Maybe it truly was just coincidence or a similar feeling... but something in him nagged at the sentiment.
"You have me confused with someone else." And he had half a mind to offer her something to forget, a drink strong enough that whatever specter of her past would fade away. It worked well enough for him when he craved the sort of sunlight Aramán hadn't seen since years before his birth. Hellfire burned too strong to replace it or scratch that itch. "...don't feel bad about it. Happens more often than you think. ...lot of people end up confessing their love to a bartender."
