appointments

[oleander]

For threading with oleander any time and anywhere that doesn't quite fit in a post or log. Or if CAPTCHA ate you. It can be action or through the journal (voice only). forward-dating and back-dating are gravy.

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November 27th - voice –> action

[oleander]

[Though Mithos can't see it, her body goes rigid when she hears his voice break, taken over by cold and unrelenting guilt. What right did she have to talk to him, when she made him feel like that? And even if she did still deserve the privilege of speaking to him, why was she doing it through a stupid book?

He shouldn't be doing that, he shouldn't have had to be so sad and she can't take it anymore. So she snaps up her journal, barely keeping it open if only because she couldn't let him believe she had left him a second longer. Her movements are frantic as she makes her way out, because she has to find him right now. If she had to tear apart the village in the process, then so be it.

He needed her.]

November 27th - voice –> action

[imatreenow]

Kaori...?

[For a second, his stomach plunges into the coldest depths (he'd felt it before, time after time) as he thinks she left, she doesn't want to talk to him, she didn't miss him like he missed her, even though she had sounded so happy to hear his voice again but he must have been wrong--

But then he can hear her footsteps jostling the journal, and he already understands that she's trying to find him. He rises, already reaching for his jacket, heading for the door.]

November 27th - action

[oleander]

[Only a few moments into her run, Kaori realizes what a bad idea it had been to just run. She hadn't even asked where Mithos was, which direction to begin looking as she slows to a stop, her breathing frantic. A few days hadn't been enough to revive the map her mind had created of the village years ago, one that may as well be entirely new with all the people within it. The smells, the way the icy air moved, even the weather—none of it would help lead her to Mithos.

But she still had to try. If she could just place one foot in front of the other and listen very carefully, she could find him. Listening was what had first led her to him, what had kept them together because no one else could understand.

So she takes one tentative step, followed by another. However slowly, she had to find him. And if she listened long enough, maybe she would. Then she would know her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, that it had really been Mithos who said her name.]

November 27th - action

[imatreenow]

[Would she remember the town? He hadn't told her where he was, and he doesn't know where she was - the building where she'd lived before Freyjadour gave her somewhere to stay? His memories of that place are limited to the time he'd come to see her when she was sick, what feels like a long time ago, when their friendship was still budding tentatively.

His feet carry him in that direction, his body at a slant as he pushes forward with the hope that each step shrinks the distance between them.]

November 27th - action

[oleander]

[Even though her memory may be slow on the uptake, she continues to walk forward with those same uncertain steps. Each one is taking her that much further from the building she had lived in so long ago, one of the few constants she found even though the people she had befriended were long gone. At the same one, they were taking her closer to home. She had to believe that, or else she was simply lost.

The journal is still being held tightly against her chest, practically crushing the fingers she has wedged between the pages so that if she really had to, she could find him again. It may hurt, but it means she's not dreaming and one of those sounds had to be him, it had to.]

November 27th - action

[imatreenow]

[He hardly pays attention to the faceless passers-by, forgetting all about cold glares and fears and suspicions tightening his chest, because his world right now has narrowed to Kaori. Kaori, who understands how hard it is, who had stayed by his side, who had called him irreplaceable, and he clutches that word as if he's afraid it's something he might lose.

Finally, after what feels like far too long, he sees her. Her long brown hair, the shape of her face, the way she carries herself - he remembers all of it, the memories pouring over him in a torrent that pushes him forward.]

Kaori! [His heart feels ready to burst, not from running but from her, everything about her, her nearness, her solidity.]