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⇨ The Tourist Trap: PROLOGUE
Who: Anyone, anywhere in Portland.
When: Any time before the start of the event.
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: Once you've submitted your AU summary, you can use this post to do some CLOSED THREADING to play out some character interactions that happened before the event start. This means that memory regains will not be in play yet. Open top levels are not allowed - these threads are intended to sort out closed interactions between planned backstory connections, during the week leading up to the actual event start.
Warnings: Could be anything.
When: Any time before the start of the event.
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: Once you've submitted your AU summary, you can use this post to do some CLOSED THREADING to play out some character interactions that happened before the event start. This means that memory regains will not be in play yet. Open top levels are not allowed - these threads are intended to sort out closed interactions between planned backstory connections, during the week leading up to the actual event start.
Warnings: Could be anything.
PORTLAND, AS YOU KNEW IT↴![]() The shift went unseen and unfelt. One moment you were one person, and the next, another. This before all that, though, in the new life that you remember living here in Portland. No memories of your true self have arisen yet, and at the time this was the only life you knew. Did these events truly happen at all? Or do they only exist in memory? |
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"Were you... her..." He pauses, remembering asking Rita the same question. Was Ginko also her child? Does that mean they were related? He's not sure. "She... She was supposed to be my mom."
The betrayal there is obvious. He had expected a lot thing of her that simply hadn't been true, up to including any expectation of love or compassion. She had been gentle, even affectionate at times, but... that only made everything surrounding it worse. Her kindness was harder to bear than he cruelty, because it forced him to know how they could both exist at the same time.
He scoops Miu into his arms, then, holding her carefully. It's clear that he needs to hold onto something, desperate for physical comfort.
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"...Your mom?" That... is unexpected, actually. "What do you mean, supposed to be?"
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He closes his eyes with a sob, still mechanically holding Miu regardless.
"All she did was hurt me. She took me away from Dad, and she did all these things... I was so dumb. She doesn't love me. She never did."
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The answer comes pretty readily - not scolding, but insistent. "There's nothing stupid about expecting your mother to love you. ...I'm sorry she hurt you. You didn't deserve that."
And, well... he might as well address the other question here. "I'm not actually related to her, myself - I don't know if she wanted me because of my parents, or if I was just unlucky."
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He wonders what his dad is doing now, without him.
"I didn't know it was like this," he says quietly, his voice still breaking with hurt. "I didn't... think that this was what being fae meant."
It's worse knowing that the Queen captured people who weren't even connected to her, too. It just seems to cruel. No one could really deserve this, could they?
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Dammit.
"...Well. In any case, you should be safe from her now. There are places you can go where she won't find you." He looks Steven over with a concerned frown. "...Are you ready to go? If you're not, we can wait here a little longer."
They should probably get going before too much longer, just to be safe. But they can probably afford to wait a little more.
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"We can go," he says, his eyes watery in the nighttime city lights. "I don't want to be here anymore."
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He pulls out of the parking space and starts toward Axel's store.
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Currently, he's wearing a glamour, not a particularly heavy one but one that's hard to see through nonetheless. He's got a talent for them; even one he puts on just to come out and smoke is at least halfway decent. However, when he exhales, there're sparks in the smoke.
i'm gonna drop this in here then quix can go
"Axel is an old friend of mine; we escaped together. I never would have been able to get away if it weren't for him. You can trust him."
Granted, he doesn't particularly expect the boy to be ready to totally trust anyone just yet, especially not changelings. But he hopes that the fact that Axel is another escapee, rather than still being under the Rose Queen's control, might help.