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alternativewriting2012-07-20 05:22 pm
reincarnshaman) wrote in alternativewriting2012-07-20 05:22 pm
The Blind Date
Trever didn't quite know who to blame for this one. Well, he knew that Brenton suggested it and then when he brought it up to his brother, Kale agreed with it. Since Kale agreed with it, he knew it was a bad idea right off the bat. The fact that the phrase 'you need to get laid,' was in the conversation didn't help matters.
It wasn't like Kale had a boyfriend currently or anything. His twin needed to get laid as much as he did. Maybe he'd see about setting up Kale for a blind date.
Still, it didn't seem like it'd be any harm. She sounded like a nice girl... woman.
This is why he was waiting outside Jerry's Deli with his hands in his pockets watching the evening crowd mill in and out of the restaurant looking for Caoimhe.
With any luck he wasn't going to be stood up.
It wasn't like Kale had a boyfriend currently or anything. His twin needed to get laid as much as he did. Maybe he'd see about setting up Kale for a blind date.
Still, it didn't seem like it'd be any harm. She sounded like a nice girl... woman.
This is why he was waiting outside Jerry's Deli with his hands in his pockets watching the evening crowd mill in and out of the restaurant looking for Caoimhe.
With any luck he wasn't going to be stood up.
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She believed herself to have parents, though not ones she spoke to terribly often. Not a bad relationship as such just... a bit awkward.
She's a college student, archaeology (now there's a fine irony for you). This is partly why she's not on the best of terms with her parents. They wanted something more secure for her. Something with a guaranteed income.
All of these things she believes to be true, knows them to be. A whole lifetime of memories are in her head, and she can't remember ever being anything but an ordinary girl.
Until she rounds the corner and sees Trever.
It feels a little like the first time she ever got really drunk. No, wait, that never actually happened... but it feels like what she remembers being drunk for the very first time felt like.
Her whole life... it's not real. Or is it? Dear gods, she can't think straight and yet somehow she manages to keep moving. And there's more... she can hear things... feel things... it's, yes it's coming from other people. She knows what this is, she's been trained to control it. Thoughts and emotions that are not hers to share. She knows how to block them out.
No wait, that's crazy, she's having some sort of mental breakdown... but this guy... she remembers him. She remembers him so clearly, and it is far more vivid than any recollection of people that are supposedly in her life now.
And as she comes to a halt in front of him, looking up at his all too familiar face, things click in place inside her.
She does not belong here. She, a priestess, was never supposed to take a husband and yet she had decided to do so anyway. Or, she had decided to try.
She had been taken from him. Taken from everything by a jealous deity who did not wish to share her devotion with a mortal. It is not rebirth, it is relocation. She wonders how long her family searched for her before they resigned themselves to what had to be her death.
The flimsy mental barriers, all the memories of a life never lived, had been designed to break. At some point she was meant to know just how lost she was, but she wonders if this was the intended trigger. Is he really supposed to be here as well?
"Trever?"
Said with far more hope than the situation at hand merits, but she can't help herself. Please, please remember.
Because if he doesn't... oh, the games gods play are cruel.
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"You're Caoimhe? You're prettier than I remembered... I mean thought you'd be," he stammers out, trying to get his mind to focus. They've never met. He's fairly certain about that. "I'm sorry... I don't know what that was about."
His soul has been tumbled through so many reincarnations with meeting the same person, it's just the bit of old familiarity that sends things trying to crawl its way back.
Given a bit more time and he won't even be speaking English any more.
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Instead she tries to give him a pleasant smile.
"Thank you in any case. Yes, I'm Caoimhe, nice to meet you." Again.
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"Yeah. It is," Trever says. He opens the door for her. "I bought you flowers but Veena chewed them up."
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She gives him a questioning look and a smile as she walks through the door. It's odd, the sensation that the answer is right there, tickling the edges of her mind so to speak. But she's got her abilities relatively under control and if she weren't so angry with the gods at the moment she would be sending up a silent thank you to them for that small favor.
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He has the supreme urge to start babbling uncontrollably, but is managing not to. Be glad! Over and over in his mind, he keeps on trying to figure out where this itching feeling is coming from.
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Mild curiosity as she tries to keep herself grounded and not burst into some overly emotional display that will gain her nothing. She can feel things slip away, knowledge about everyday things in this world that never belonged to her. Oh, this is going to get rough.
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In fact there is a black cat on the chair. The cat looks up at Caoimhe with large yellow eyes as if judging if she's good enough for her human.
Trever sighs.
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I was good enough to be his wife, once.
A silent message sent with undertones of respect, but no intention of backing down ever.
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"I'm sorry," he apologizes as he sits. His fingers tap on the table. "Have we met before? I have this nagging feeling that we've met before."
So so I!
And she actually gives the cat a look of gratitude. She hasn't been around to do it after all.
Trever's question leaves her at a loss for words. What to say? He obviously doesn't remember, and she has a feeling that he is a true reincarnation and not a strange anomaly like herself.
"Not..." In this life? Can she say that?
"No."
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His finger tapping gets worse and then his language shifts to something very old and familiar. "Are you sure? You're very familiar."
Obviously some parts of him remember, if not consciously yet. He doesn't seem to realize the switch.
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Her eyes widen in shock and her mouth goes dry.
"Tuathal?"
It's just a disbelieving whisper.
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When she calls him Tuathal, he gives her a bit of a confused look.
"Yes?"
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"How do you know that name?"
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He's going to have a major headache later. And then bitch at some people. Possibly his "aunt". As he's getting a series of duel memories now, fighting for if not dominance, head space.
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She can sense the struggle within him, and so she holds back, not wanting to make the press of new memories worse by saying too much too fast.
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She was taken, after all. She knows nothing of his life after her disappearance, or of any reincarnations after it.
"But... you did know me once. A long time ago."
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He's not upset or anything. More like annoyed at life and the gods in general. And some gods in specific.
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"I don't belong here. Probability is rather out the window."
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"Yes. Oh yes."
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"Great. Someone up there really hates us."