Adam Monroe (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
changehistory) wrote2007-12-18 08:55 pm
changehistory) wrote2007-12-18 08:55 pm
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Open 'verse RP [Open -- Separate threads fine]
He'd come home out of some weird need to find his roots, again. Or something. At the current moment he couldn't remember. Souvenir shops lined the streets he roamed too long ago. The house had burned over three centuries before and even the alleys were swept now. There had been nothing to bury, and no money for more than a mass grave had there been, so there were no markers, nothing to see, nothing to kneel at.
Wandering into the new St. Paul's, built after he left, after the fire that took them, he nonetheless felt something settle. He sat in a pew for hours, trying to remember what it had felt like when he came home, saw this, sat here the first time, a different man. Not Matthew. Not Takezo Kensei. Something else, someone else. A man without country, time, family.
For a time, he'd thought to find it again, but now the dream seemed farther away than it had even when trapped in that cell, and he was cold.
It was well after dusk when he left. He found a pub, a table in a corner, and with a wry smile that cursed all the years in between, he ordered a whiskey and asked the bartender to leave the bottle, working to bury himself in the one thing left that had any familiarity or link to the old.
Wandering into the new St. Paul's, built after he left, after the fire that took them, he nonetheless felt something settle. He sat in a pew for hours, trying to remember what it had felt like when he came home, saw this, sat here the first time, a different man. Not Matthew. Not Takezo Kensei. Something else, someone else. A man without country, time, family.
For a time, he'd thought to find it again, but now the dream seemed farther away than it had even when trapped in that cell, and he was cold.
It was well after dusk when he left. He found a pub, a table in a corner, and with a wry smile that cursed all the years in between, he ordered a whiskey and asked the bartender to leave the bottle, working to bury himself in the one thing left that had any familiarity or link to the old.
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He glanced around to get his bearings, then nodded in the direction, and snuggled her arm back into the crook of his as he moved that way.
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She glanced down at their arms with a bemused smile as he tugged hers back into his, falling into step once more, indulging him further by placing her free hand on his arm just above his elbow, leaning in just a bit closer.