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thisavrou_log2016-09-30 08:03 pm
meetmyblade) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-09-30 08:03 pm
The past is gone
Who: Arno Dorian and Evie Frye
When: Shortly after the truth about the party comes out
Where: The Gardens
What: Two souls out of time find themselves even more out of time... and wonder what they're going to do about it.
Warnings:n/a
It was Evie's idea to meet in the gardens. Even though it was hard to escape the constant reminder that they were locked up within the metal bulk of a vast ship traversing the immeasurable expanse of space, there was something comforting about being surrounded by plants. It wasn't anywhere near as lovely as St. James' Park, but it was something other than metal and fluorescent lighting and every other constant reminder that Evie was every bit as alien to this ship as she had been on that planet.
And therein lay the problem. A whole year had slipped by without her notice. How on earth could she have been so careless? She had thought she would have managed to have come up with something like an idea of what to do after a month or two but this...? This was completely unacceptable.
Jacob would have a field day when he found out. If he found out. She would need to find a way back for that to happen.
Feeling low in spirits, she had slipped a note in moderately passable French under Arno's door asking him to meet her and then she had felt rather foolish and wished she hadn't. She really did need to get better at using the MID...
She found herself now looking at the various planters and almost jumped out of her skin when one of the bonsai kittens appeared from inside it, breaking off a plant as the creature jumped clear. Almost on reflex, Evie bent down to pick the broken flower from the floor. It looked oddly like a dandelion.
Dandelion. Overcoming hardship.
For a moment, Evie could imagine Henry's voice reciting from his book so clearly that she felt her chest hurt.
Overcoming hardship.
Yes. That was what she was going to have to do.
When: Shortly after the truth about the party comes out
Where: The Gardens
What: Two souls out of time find themselves even more out of time... and wonder what they're going to do about it.
Warnings:n/a
It was Evie's idea to meet in the gardens. Even though it was hard to escape the constant reminder that they were locked up within the metal bulk of a vast ship traversing the immeasurable expanse of space, there was something comforting about being surrounded by plants. It wasn't anywhere near as lovely as St. James' Park, but it was something other than metal and fluorescent lighting and every other constant reminder that Evie was every bit as alien to this ship as she had been on that planet.
And therein lay the problem. A whole year had slipped by without her notice. How on earth could she have been so careless? She had thought she would have managed to have come up with something like an idea of what to do after a month or two but this...? This was completely unacceptable.
Jacob would have a field day when he found out. If he found out. She would need to find a way back for that to happen.
Feeling low in spirits, she had slipped a note in moderately passable French under Arno's door asking him to meet her and then she had felt rather foolish and wished she hadn't. She really did need to get better at using the MID...
She found herself now looking at the various planters and almost jumped out of her skin when one of the bonsai kittens appeared from inside it, breaking off a plant as the creature jumped clear. Almost on reflex, Evie bent down to pick the broken flower from the floor. It looked oddly like a dandelion.
Dandelion. Overcoming hardship.
For a moment, Evie could imagine Henry's voice reciting from his book so clearly that she felt her chest hurt.
Overcoming hardship.
Yes. That was what she was going to have to do.
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In the Drabwurld, despite him being there for over two years, he was at least given the time to do something. Even if it didn't lead to finding a way home, or getting closer to Germain, there were still things he could do and people he could see. People he could help in whatever way possible. Here? Here he spent his time squandering, not even knowing how long things had passed. He should have known, should have noticed. Instead, it all disappeared like sand through his fingers.
He's spent the past few days in a haze, mostly. Receiving Evie's message under his door was a godsend of sorts- a way to clear his head and also somehow move forward instead of staying in place.
Arno's arrival is a quiet one, but it's rather calming, all things considered. The gardens is at least something more normal to him than the ship, but even now he's found he's not so out of sorts with being on it like he once was. And of course, finding Evie isn't difficult.
"Mademoiselle Frye." His head tips upon speaking. "I see I'm not the only one who's left to wonder what exactly to do upon recent events."
If anything, he can find a comrade in misery. That, at least, is a comfort.
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The anger and frustration she feels is galling, like she's become everything she's ever scolded Jacob for being. She couldn't have known, this is so beyond her ken that not even her father would have been able to prepare her for such an eventuality. Still, it won't do to sulk. It's happened. She should learn from this, be better prepared as a result and take on board some of the wisdom that comes with age.
There's a whole year she needs to catch up on.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so petulant. Everyone else is in much the same position. I haven't even asked how you are."
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Honestly, he's just tired of it. It's over and done, and dwelling only makes him more frustrated and angry at himself for being so inconsiderate.
"It's about as recent as we let it be." He shrugs, trying to move past it. "Unfortunately it's very easy to get snagged on it."
Still, he can't help but offer a wry grin for her apology. "I'm much the same as you are, Evie. I'd propose a drink, but I doubt either of us are in the mood for it." He's not one to turn down wine, but the current mood makes everything dour, and he'd rather spend his time being active when he's already spent most of it being incredibly not there.
"Did I ever tell you about my two years in the Drabwurld? That's where I was before I ended up here, in the Moira." He shifts slightly at that, crossing his arms a bit. "Technically, if I think about the time I've spent outside home, it would be the year 1795 in Paris. I'd hope a lot would have changed by then."
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Yes, a lot would certainly have changed for him by then. He would be a Master Assassin... and the love of his life would have been in her grave for a year.
"Your writings... never talk about any Drabwurld," she continues, keen to steer away from things she knows about but has no desire to discuss with him under any circumstance. "And there are no accounts of you going missing for two years. Can we really be caught up in time passing so quickly for us without it having any bearing on our own worlds? It just shouldn't be possible."
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"I suppose the best way to describe it is every magical fairy-tale you heard as a child, all wrapped into one place. It had fae, it had magic, and the history and culture was unlike anything I'd ever seen anywhere else." He pauses, gesturing outwards. "Not to mention it was even further behind than we were in the times."
Still, she has a point. Arno shuffles his feet a little and then shakes his head, thinking. "It shouldn't be- but then again, we're here on the Moira, and that shouldn't be possible either. We're out of time and place, just like everyone else." And that is a familiar thing to him- seeing more people distressed to be away from home, with no other option than to comply and hope for the best.
"I'd say if this is real, then us being capable of doing so much without time moving back home is entirely possible. We shouldn't dwell too much on it."