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daybreakacademy2020-04-18 02:58 am
spelleton) wrote in daybreakacademy2020-04-18 02:58 am
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as the wind fends off the waves, i count down the days
Who: Miach Mihie, Ekkehardt Gehring
What: Bon..ding...?
Where: The ruins of a village somewhere in the mountains.
When: Mid-April.
Warnings: Nothing yet besides potential talk of rough backstories, subject to change if anything comes up.Miach is probably her own warning at this point
The easy part had been getting to the pass, what with the resources available to the Academy; the hard part was convincing their guides to let them walk the rest of the way by themselves into the Outlands.
Once that part is over with, the weather and terrain means it's a quiet, pleasant walk despite the morbidity of their destination. Ekkehardt is carrying a spear - more as a declaration of being suitably prepared than anything else - but other than that, he doesn't anticipate any trouble that his various skills can't handle.
He doesn't say anything, at first. He's content to let Miach talk and do nothing more than occasionally steering them back onto the right path if they happen to stray from it.
What: Bon..ding...?
Where: The ruins of a village somewhere in the mountains.
When: Mid-April.
Warnings: Nothing yet besides potential talk of rough backstories, subject to change if anything comes up.
The easy part had been getting to the pass, what with the resources available to the Academy; the hard part was convincing their guides to let them walk the rest of the way by themselves into the Outlands.
Once that part is over with, the weather and terrain means it's a quiet, pleasant walk despite the morbidity of their destination. Ekkehardt is carrying a spear - more as a declaration of being suitably prepared than anything else - but other than that, he doesn't anticipate any trouble that his various skills can't handle.
He doesn't say anything, at first. He's content to let Miach talk and do nothing more than occasionally steering them back onto the right path if they happen to stray from it.
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Mm. As far as I can tell, my family chose not to interfere in others' affairs. They preferred to work on their own projects in seclusion. [ It feels odd to talk about them like this, like they still have any connection to him. It doesn't feel that way; though he still carries part of them with him, there's only so much he can do. ]
I doubt I would have gained many of the skills I'm known for now, if they had lived. My work is part of me, so I find it hard to imagine what I could be without it.
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[ Miach had lived her life expecting to never find a kindred spirit anywhere. Who in this world could possibly relate to her, see things even a little like she did? There was no way that she could ever resonate with another being. She'd embraced that solitude, made it part of her self-image, nurtured it.
And then she came to Daybreak Academy. And while she still believes that full understanding among her and anybody else is impossible, somehow there are people who are getting closer. Approaching and approaching, unwaveringly. ]
The distance between us and them is so wide. If it means giving up books, I don't think I ever want to cross it. Everything that happened here and after.... it was painful. It was hurt beyond what I could ever relay to another being. It made me learn the meaning of hatred and dread, words I am sure I never knew before. And yet... isn't that where I was born, really born? The Miach that stands before you right now is forged here, not with the gentle hand of a mother, but with the steel of my kidnappers.
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Much more of him feels simply sadness. Though the circumstances that parted them from the places of their birth are different, the pain - and the changes that pain wrought on them - are all too similar. It isn't something he'd wish on another person; to see it in someone so young is a terrible thing indeed.
Softness to steel. He can't say he doesn't understand that, intimately.
He lets little of that sadness show. He feels that he knows enough about the girl in front of him that she wouldn't appreciate it. ]
Given that you remember far more about that experience than your family, it seems as if that's yet another thing we share. [ His smile is faint and melancholy; odd to smile at such a thing, perhaps, but the edges of his pain have been worn down by time and distance. ] As you said, it's in your loss that the current you was born. Similarly, so was I.
It's a strange place to be in, isn't it? It's not an experience that was asked for or wanted, and yet it made itself such an irreversible, indispensable part of who I am in its doing - that the person I would be without it is simply gone. I can never return to who I was before that, at least not in the same way. Without that pain, I simply wouldn't exist.
It's an odd fact to live with, but there's something to be said about being able to live with it at all, I think. [ He wonders if this will help her process it, if she's even begun to do such a thing, or if this is her way of digesting it and making it part of herself, rather than a weight outside herself she's burdened or haunted by.
(It's odd to think of Miach as particularly burdened by anything; she seems to float on the surface of things, good and bad. But she wouldn't have agreed, if in some way she wasn't - at least, that's what he thinks.) ]