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Video - Seelie/Unseelie (Memory)
[If Stiles had been asked which memory he would have thought would have been forcibly pulled from his brain and broadcast to the entire Drabwurld, he never would have thought it would have been the one chosen by the star. With how his life had been lately, he would have expected something along the lines of screaming and death and pain and blood. Hurt. He'd expected to hurt.
He did, but in a different sort of way.]
IN THE MORNING
[With eyes a little red, he addressed the network.]
So... guess there's nothing we can do to stop that, huh?
[What he really wanted to ask is if there was a way to save it.]
He did, but in a different sort of way.]
[The boy that came running down the stairs had to have been about six or seven, dark hair tufted and sticking up, pajamas emblazoned with iconic little Batman symbols as bare feet padded over carpeted floors, down a set of stairs and over to the large Christmas tree set up in the corner. There was no snow outside (duh, California), but there was fake snow sprayed all over the windows, snowflake decals added to give it a winter feel. There was a gasp, little hands moving up to cover a mouth open in an 'o' of surprised glee at the presents piled up under the tree. The boy went over, pulling one out and shaking it, then looking up the stairs with a sort of thoughtful look. Maybe he could open just one before...]
Put that down, Stiles. Let us at least get a little coffee in us first?
[His dad came down the stairs, flannel pj pants and a tshirt half covered by a robe. He was yawning and scratching at his belly as he shuffled towards the kitchen. A woman followed after, looking just as sleepy but giving him a fond smile as she came over, her robe closed as she went to sit on the couch.]
Oh, let him open just one. It'll help him take the edge off, right, baby?
[The woman smiled at the boy and the boy jumped up, coming over to throw small arms around her neck and give her an enthusiastic kiss. The woman laughed and ruffled his hair, pushing him back over to the tree.]
Go on, then. One to tide you over until your old, grumpy parents get some caffeine in them.
[His dad sighed and looked over at her, but he clearly wasn't actually all that put out.]
You know you spoil him.
He's a baby. He's supposed to be spoiled.
I am not. I'm almost seven. That's practically all grown up.
See, mom? Practically a man already.
[The man laughed and set up the coffee maker before coming over and sitting heavily in a chair.]
Well, go on, then. It's two against one. Majority rules.
[The boy grinned, coming over and giving his dad a thankful hug before he went over to the tree, picking out one of the medium packages because he wanted to build up anticipation for that big one in the corner.
There were flickers of how that morning continued; paper everywhere, ribbons tied in hair both long and short, happy smiles as socks were oohed and ahhed over, gifts made by small hands fussed over and elated squeals of glee over the large box, which turned out to be a Star Wars compilation present with Lego sets and a pair of light sabers that would be used the next day with Scott. They'd both be broken in four months. The image flickered and faded with the three of them on the couch, the boy sitting on the woman's lap, playing with a strand of hair as the man sat beside them, showing them something in a book he'd gotten from his wife.]
IN THE MORNING
[With eyes a little red, he addressed the network.]
So... guess there's nothing we can do to stop that, huh?
[What he really wanted to ask is if there was a way to save it.]
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[ if she cannot tell him the names of her own parents, then she could at least learn the names of his. ]
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Mom and dad.
[He gave her a bit of a grin, shrugging.]
Kids don't really call their parents by their first names. Or their last. Everyone's mom and dad.
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[ she casts a net into her memory and cannot recall a time when she did not have a lord father and a lady mother. surely, there must have been an age so tender when language was so inchoate that it very well might have happened. but she cannot recall it. ]
No matter. I should have have asked at all. My apologies.
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[SIGH]
Don't apologize. I'm... I'm not mad or anything. It just sort of took me by surprise. This whole... memory thing. I don't know how it happened and I'm really, really hoping it doesn't happen again. Not because I wouldn't love to see more of my mom, because trust me, I do, but because there's things it could show that no one wants to see.
[That he didn't want to see. He had secrets. His friends had secrets. He didn't want any of that being shared with strangers.]
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she, too, has things she doesn't want others to see. ] And if so, we needs must be more careful how we keep them.
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[He'd be talking to one of the pixies about it. Maybe to the queen or king. So there.]
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[ because that, she suddenly realizes, would disappoint her. she likes her would-be allies being so easily contacted. ]
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[ and she did. so much so that she would not question his statements. she would not probe them. ] Then -- for my sake -- I pray the lockets are not at fault.
[ it could be taken one of two ways, really. that she preferred being able to ring him up with ease, or that she dreaded having to commit their contact only to in-person encounters. ]
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Me too. It would kind of suck if our only means of actual communication was messed up somehow.
[Not that he wasn't half expecting it...]
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except: ] Why was there a tree inside?
[ back to that vision. that memory. she picks at the part she hopes is least scabbed. ]
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[ what is this. ]
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[Especially when clearcutting and all that was taken into consideration, something he didn't plan on bringing up when he saw the look on her face.]
But it's a holiday thing and we do it anyway. Some Christmas trees are fake, though. I'm pretty sure most people get the fake ones, or else they go and get ones grown specifically for Christmas that don't need to be cut down.
[Even if they got thrown out after. God, his world was so wasteful.]
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[ not that she entirely understands the concept of a fake tree. but at least she understands the concept of fake itself. ]
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[His dad had never had the time to go tree hunting and he couldn't be bothered himself when he got older. It was just easier to haul the old one out and throw decorations on it than to go through the process of picking a tree.
Besides, the McCalls were the ones with the real tree and they could go over there for that pine fresh scent.]
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I confess it's rather pretty. Twinkling and glittering.
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[Yeah, someone was suddenly feeling nostalgic.]
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Christmas. [ she remembers the word. she tastes it on her tongue and imagines it like candied oranges. ] When is it celebrated? You ought to find a good tree and make it just as pretty. Here in the castle. I would like to see it.
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[He thought about that, formed a small idea in his head and nodded.]
I could.
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I can't say I've ever met anyone who feasts for winter. [ she cocks her head at the locket like some sort of curious historian studying a strange artefact. ]
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[ she sounds straight-up hopeful. alayne, she supposes, should not be so invested in the treat. but it once again slips through unheeded. ]
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