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Blogathon - Entry 5
Jul. 26th, 2008 10:49 amSponsor me!
Excerpts: Transients
“So, what, I’m just going to forget you? Just like that?” Her fiddling with her hair ties had gone compulsive, to the point that one had already fallen out. “Can I just say that I don’t like having my brain fucked with.”
“I’m sorry,” Rue said. “It’s not really something I have any control over. It’s just how it works with humans and Fae. Maybe it’s because our worlds aren’t meant to mix, or because most humans wouldn’t be able to handle knowing-“ She broke off at Violet’s glare.
“I can handle you just fine – though if you keep condescending to me, that may change.”
“Maybe you can, but…” No, start over. This argument wasn’t working. Not even Rue herself believed in it. “Look. Like I said, it’s not something I can control – and I don’t mean someone else in Faerie does either. I mean… you don’t will a scab to grow over a wound. It just does, provided you don’t keep reopening the wound. Being around Fae is like reopening the wound. You can’t forget us when we’re here, but once we leave, your memory heals over and you forget.”
Violet still looked skeptical. “That’s all very well, except not everyone gets scabs. There’s those whose blood won’t clot – ever heard of hemophilia? Maybe I’m just a memory hemophiliac – hey, it’s not as silly as it sounds! Maybe I’ll forget, but I’ll still know where the holes are. Think about it. Remember how you couldn’t recognize Ash, but you could still remember that you were looking for someone? The negative space was still there, and I can’t imagine it not driving you insane.”
“It won’t be like that. You won’t even know we existed. You’ll remember doing other stuff, meeting other people. Everything will seem perfectly normal.”
“Yeah? How do you know.”
“I don’t,” Rue admitted. For some reason, seeing Violet deflate was worse than having her friend mad at her. “I’ll miss you.”
Violet wiped at the streak of soot by her nose. “You could have started with that. Jerk.”
Rue hugged her, wordlessly, and eventually, Violet leaned into the hug. “I wish you didn’t have to go. I wish I didn’t have to forget you. I-“ She threw up her arms. “I’ll miss you too.”
Excerpts: Transients
“So, what, I’m just going to forget you? Just like that?” Her fiddling with her hair ties had gone compulsive, to the point that one had already fallen out. “Can I just say that I don’t like having my brain fucked with.”
“I’m sorry,” Rue said. “It’s not really something I have any control over. It’s just how it works with humans and Fae. Maybe it’s because our worlds aren’t meant to mix, or because most humans wouldn’t be able to handle knowing-“ She broke off at Violet’s glare.
“I can handle you just fine – though if you keep condescending to me, that may change.”
“Maybe you can, but…” No, start over. This argument wasn’t working. Not even Rue herself believed in it. “Look. Like I said, it’s not something I can control – and I don’t mean someone else in Faerie does either. I mean… you don’t will a scab to grow over a wound. It just does, provided you don’t keep reopening the wound. Being around Fae is like reopening the wound. You can’t forget us when we’re here, but once we leave, your memory heals over and you forget.”
Violet still looked skeptical. “That’s all very well, except not everyone gets scabs. There’s those whose blood won’t clot – ever heard of hemophilia? Maybe I’m just a memory hemophiliac – hey, it’s not as silly as it sounds! Maybe I’ll forget, but I’ll still know where the holes are. Think about it. Remember how you couldn’t recognize Ash, but you could still remember that you were looking for someone? The negative space was still there, and I can’t imagine it not driving you insane.”
“It won’t be like that. You won’t even know we existed. You’ll remember doing other stuff, meeting other people. Everything will seem perfectly normal.”
“Yeah? How do you know.”
“I don’t,” Rue admitted. For some reason, seeing Violet deflate was worse than having her friend mad at her. “I’ll miss you.”
Violet wiped at the streak of soot by her nose. “You could have started with that. Jerk.”
Rue hugged her, wordlessly, and eventually, Violet leaned into the hug. “I wish you didn’t have to go. I wish I didn’t have to forget you. I-“ She threw up her arms. “I’ll miss you too.”
