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tampered2009-09-05 03:07 am
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log; in progress
When; Sept. 5th
Rating; safe!
Characters; Anew [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
innovatorgps] & Lyle [irresoluteness]
Summary; Anew returns to the City, and before visiting the network, she returns to the apartment she shared with Lyle, hoping, and yet wishing she wasn't, that he would be there.
Log; Anew Returner was not alive, yet nor was she dead, in a sense, and so the way she woke to some manner of sense and consciousness within the City with no name was slow and gentle. It was the feeling, first, a small reminder of how cool her body felt. At first, she thought she could not see, but soon enough came the realization that it was simply night- or seemed to be.
And in the end, it would have been hard for her to describe how she pulled herself up, how she oriented herself slowly, a hand uneasy at her breast to feel no pulse beneath, eyes adjusting to the dark as she sought out the landmarks she knew, the memories slowly resurfacing in her mind.
The City. Lyle, and- Revive had been here. City lights, and curses... Neil Dylandy, and fighting, even then, between-
And Lyle.
So in the end, she couldn't have been able to explain how she got up and made her way there, hand made its way from heart to head, sifting one by one through muddled thoughts and putting them back in place. But there were some things that didn't need re-arranging, some things that did not need doubting or contemplating.
She was an Innovator, and she was a woman who loved a human man- was loved by that man, and was glad to be an Innovator because of it. We understood each other, didn't we?
Could say how she ended up with her palm against the door, cheek pressed to follow, her eyes closed a moment, to gather herself. Perhaps he wouldn't be there. Perhaps... it was possible he'd gone home, returned to where he belonged... so wasn't it selfish of her to half wish- no, to truly wish he was here, that she might see him once more?
It was, and she knew it. But she drew back, and without trying the door, unwilling just yet to find out that way...
Anew knocked.
Rating; safe!
Characters; Anew [
innovatorgps] & Lyle [irresoluteness]Summary; Anew returns to the City, and before visiting the network, she returns to the apartment she shared with Lyle, hoping, and yet wishing she wasn't, that he would be there.
Log; Anew Returner was not alive, yet nor was she dead, in a sense, and so the way she woke to some manner of sense and consciousness within the City with no name was slow and gentle. It was the feeling, first, a small reminder of how cool her body felt. At first, she thought she could not see, but soon enough came the realization that it was simply night- or seemed to be.
And in the end, it would have been hard for her to describe how she pulled herself up, how she oriented herself slowly, a hand uneasy at her breast to feel no pulse beneath, eyes adjusting to the dark as she sought out the landmarks she knew, the memories slowly resurfacing in her mind.
The City. Lyle, and- Revive had been here. City lights, and curses... Neil Dylandy, and fighting, even then, between-
And Lyle.
So in the end, she couldn't have been able to explain how she got up and made her way there, hand made its way from heart to head, sifting one by one through muddled thoughts and putting them back in place. But there were some things that didn't need re-arranging, some things that did not need doubting or contemplating.
She was an Innovator, and she was a woman who loved a human man- was loved by that man, and was glad to be an Innovator because of it. We understood each other, didn't we?
Could say how she ended up with her palm against the door, cheek pressed to follow, her eyes closed a moment, to gather herself. Perhaps he wouldn't be there. Perhaps... it was possible he'd gone home, returned to where he belonged... so wasn't it selfish of her to half wish- no, to truly wish he was here, that she might see him once more?
It was, and she knew it. But she drew back, and without trying the door, unwilling just yet to find out that way...
Anew knocked.