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the memory couldnβt help but smile,
βdear brotherβ i see your eyes. youβre lost without her, but she is not gone. breathe in the air of a new beginning...β the memory begun to fade. βand when you exhale, return to her... and tell her how you truly feel...β
Loki listened to these words quietly as he drove, taking them in for a moment before he sighed. An audible one.
βMoon and the sun, forgot how poetic my subconscious is...β he mumbled to himself as he drove.
βI used to believe that everybody had a purpose in life, a long time-
the manifestation stayed quiet at first, resting its head against the seat as he drove... but it spoke soon after.
βyouβre right... you are the moon, cold as ice and fearful to let anyone in. and she? she is the sunβ beautiful in her existence but painful to admire. and you +++
βHmph, maybe Iβm her favourite side bitch, thatβs about it. Look, every time something good happens with us, something bad comes along and happens, either one or both of us ruins it and we fall apart again, well not anymore.β
He fumbled with his keys and restarted the engine.-
she herself. she has yet to realize that, however... and you cannot make her. so she will run free like a wild doeβ and you cannot chase her either. for your purpose is to love her as she blooms, wether she loves just youβ or wether she loves another man. for a soulmateβ can be +
the manifestation shook its head,
βno, not at all. i am here to aid you in understanding your feelings, because clearly youβre unable to do just that... you donβt believe elizabeth feels nothing for your heart, you know that she does. does it mean you must stay? it does not.β
βThen..tell me..spirit, memory, whatever you are. Why /have/ you come here? To persuade me not to leave Lizzie? To prevent me from turning off my humanity perhaps? It wonβt work.β
He turned back toward the spirit again and inclined his head.
βMy mind is made up and whatever-
the memory nodded, that familiarβ warm smile returning to greet him after ages of its absence.
βvery true... iβm a memory... your memory. perhaps youβve gone mad, brother? maybe thatβs why i appear to you here... a manifestation of your conscious you so graciously cower from.β
βShit!β
The sudden touch to his shoulder has caught the vampire off guard and he very nearly lost control of his vehicle. He regained control at the last second and after veering to a stop at the side of the road, he turned behind him and did a double take at the sight-
@VAMPIRICLOKI β’
a memory. that was all eleanore crain was now. and sometimes, just sometimes when it was truly neededβ memories could spill. these little spills could soak in to real life to drown out the reality of what made this spill exist. death. a memory. it was not a +++
ghost of her at all, no. but rather a memory manifesting in to a fantasy before him. a hand rested upon his shoulder, but it was not the hand of his sisterβ but rather his own memory of her. and his memory, of her voice...
βstars, even in my absence you and elizabeth still +++