[ Memory association through the visual cue of actually seeing the other person has to be the key that unlocks these doors. Knowing she hasn't been privy to the knowledge of how much she, no her false self, cares for Nyx? It's agitating, and her eyes turn dark here and there, emotions threatening to drown her.
They didn't know one another from Adam or Eve even ten minutes prior. This. Town.
Lips moving slightly, together, tongue almost darting out, Katherine nods. ] Okay. Yours. [ She gives another look away then back to Nyx, meeting those eyes.
Why are your eyes a different color than mine? she recalls asking, thinking his were better, no higher than three and a half feet tall. Genetics is the answer, but what does a six year old hear? mishear? she twisted a face over at him, moving to kneel in the grass of the backyard of their family house. POW, a slap over his arm. I'm not pathetic! Maybe he was about to say more in his answer too, all those years ago, but Katherine's always been dramatic...
She's not sure she can ever look at biology or crocuses again. Their yard was spotted with the latter that day.
While she meant to wait for him to make a move toward his house, she takes one step forward, face creasing with a concern only after she lets her back turn to him. She forces that concern off her face. Feeling all of it, too many memories that bear no resemblance to anything she's ever experienced herself, it's too much. How does anyone process this?? ] I'll follow you there.
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They didn't know one another from Adam or Eve even ten minutes prior. This. Town.
Lips moving slightly, together, tongue almost darting out, Katherine nods. ] Okay. Yours. [ She gives another look away then back to Nyx, meeting those eyes.
Why are your eyes a different color than mine? she recalls asking, thinking his were better, no higher than three and a half feet tall. Genetics is the answer, but what does a six year old hear? mishear? she twisted a face over at him, moving to kneel in the grass of the backyard of their family house. POW, a slap over his arm. I'm not pathetic! Maybe he was about to say more in his answer too, all those years ago, but Katherine's always been dramatic...
She's not sure she can ever look at biology or crocuses again. Their yard was spotted with the latter that day.
While she meant to wait for him to make a move toward his house, she takes one step forward, face creasing with a concern only after she lets her back turn to him. She forces that concern off her face. Feeling all of it, too many memories that bear no resemblance to anything she's ever experienced herself, it's too much. How does anyone process this?? ] I'll follow you there.