Closed; Complete

[axeofoath]

When; Morning of Jan. 22nd - 23rd
Rating; PG at most
Characters; axeofoath and stargathering
Summary; As the amnesia curse worsens, Gremio loses much, much more than just his cooking skills.
Log;

[With one of the few reacquired skills he's picked up, Gremio prepares a pot of tea as part of his usual morning routine. It's possible he might be able to handle a simple breakfast...though he'd be better off leaving it to his housemates--Luc or Riou. Between the three of them, surely one can cook a good meal while he cleans.

And as far as he remembers, they don't live with anyone else.]

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[axeofoath]

W-well...Now would be as good a time as any. [And he's still a little uncomfortable with this, but what more can he do besides make new memories?

To that end, he moves to ask Tyr if there is anything he can do to help, when he spots his axe leaning against one of the counters. Whoops...] Ah, let me move this out of the way--Goodness, I'm not certain what I was thinking, leaving it here.

[stargathering]

[ He glances at the axe, then back at the counter top. He doesn't know how to do anything except make new memories himself... ] ... Luc's been more absent-minded lately, so...it's probably an effect of the curse.

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P-perhaps...Jowy was also worried he has forgotten something. [Does this mean it could get still worse? Gremio doesn't want to imagine what else he could possibly lose...

For now, though, he hefts the axe, noticing for the first time the words engraved on the shaft.] Has someone...What is this...? [He trails off when he reads the inscription: I will always protect Young Master. There's a familiarity to it, one he can't place, but it feels like his heart suddenly aches; Gremio simply stands there, silently staring at his weapon.]

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...He actually forgot the last few months he was home. The same as Riou... [ He says it rather softly. It's the one thing they should have off their minds here.

Tyr doesn't do anything at first, ignoring Gremio's thoughts until...nothing happens. It only takes a quick glance over his shoulder before Tyr concludes, yes, walk over to him. He tries to catch his eye. ] Gremio?

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[The memories don't exactly come flooding back--far from it; it's the slowest trickle, starting with just enough that when Gremio looks up at his name being called and meets Tyr's eyes, he can...recognize them. Not completely, but now there's definitely the sense that, yes, Gremio knows him.

Wide-eyed, almost as if seeing Tyr for the first time, Gremio speaks softly, hesitantly, two simple words.] Y-Young...Master...?

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[ Tyr isn't entirely sure what's going on, with that look in his eyes and quiet sound of his voice, but those words take Tyr off guard just as much.

But what's personal space at a time like this? Tyr wraps an arm around Gremio's back, not looking away from his face. He doesn't get his hopes up, but asks: ] Do you remember me now?

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...Y-yes... [Only bits and pieces so far, but it's so much more than what he had just moments ago. He knows who Tyr is...

And placing one of his hands on Tyr's arm, partly to steady himself from the disorientation.] Y-Young Master Tyr... [The formality and distance are completely gone from his voice, replaced with something more closely resembling his usual affection.]

[stargathering]

[ It might have only been a day, but it felt longer than that when he finally heard that familiar tone return to Gremio's voice. A smile slowly spread across his lips looking up at him--though he really should take hold of Gremio's arm in return. At least until that axe is out of his hand.

His voice was tender and soft. ] Gremio...

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[He smiles warmly in response and lets his axe lean forgotten against the counter once again. As memories come back to him--small moments shared at home and harder, dangerous times both--both excitement and relief flood through him.] Y-Young Master, I rememeber!

[Unable to help himself, he wraps his free arm around Tyr and pulls his master into a tight hug. How could he have possibly forgotten the most important aspect of his life?] I'm...I'm so sorry this happened in the first place, Young Master. E-even for a curse...

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[ With that axe out of the way, Tyr returns the hug, letting his head rest against Gremio's chest. This is one of those times it's completely fine to be sappy with Gremio as far as Tyr's concerned. ]

It's not your fault, Gremio. The important thing is it's over...

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B-b-but, Young Master...! [Starting to fret, as the reality finally sinks in and he remembers how terrible his behaviour was the previous day. Tyr had good reason to be upset, of course, but Gremio allowed his temper to get the better of him.] P-please accept my apologies for yesterday...I said some truly shameful things.

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I forgive you now. Just never say things like that again. [ Okay, that's enough clinging. Tyr pulls away a little to look up at Gremio. He says that simply with a smile on his face, almost teasingly.

...He'll try to forget the way Gremio behaved before, even if the main thing that hurt was the fact Gremio wouldn't like him so much without their past together. ]

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O-of course! I would sooner cut out my own tongue. [And he's serious about it, too. Gremio doesn't really think he deserves to be forgiven for this, and honestly, the entire way he acted disturbs him--though maybe not as much as the fact that his best, most important memories could simply vanish like that.]

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[ Tyr knows he would, but it's that drama Tyr likes about Gremio. He doesn't pull away, still keeping his hands to Gremio's arms as he looks up at him. ] Come on, Gremio. I want you to keep your tongue where it is.

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[With an obedient nod, Gremio gives Tyr's arms a relieved, affectionate squeeze] Yes, Young Master! [He may be a little overenthusiastic. It's both to compensate for how troubled he feels and to make up for his behaviour, even if Tyr forgives him.]

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[ That gets a laugh out of Tyr. He can't stay mad at Gremio NOT EVEN FOR TELLING KATARA ABOUT HIS MAGAZINES. He has nothing but happiness just to have Gremio back to normal. ]

Now let's make toast.

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[H-he couldn't just lie to her! Though all this memory loss has made him forget all about the magazines...]

Y-yes, right away! [The first thing that comes to mind is that he should make something special for Tyr.] Young Master, would you like French toast this morning? I can prepare some fruit syrup to go with it!

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[ Tyr doesn't want to ever bring it up, lucky for Gremio! ]

[ At that, though, Tyr is a bit uncertain. ] Are you sure? I don't really know how to make syrup...

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[Poor Tyr and his invaded privacy...

Gremio might be slowly remembering some simple recipes without realizing it, too focused and excited over Tyr.] Not to worry, Young Master! Please leave it to me--oh, u-unless...Would you be interested learning?

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[ Remember one thing and forget another. ] No, I mean... Do you remember how to do it...?

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Certainly! It's simple eno--[He pauses midsentence and blinks as it dawns on him that, yes, that recipe has really come back to him. And he clutches Tyr's arms, ecstatic all over again.] I-I do! Young Master, I can recall how to do it!

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[ It might be a simple thing, but it makes Tyr smile like a little kid on his birthday. ] So you remember everything now?

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[And seeing that just makes Gremio happier. He doesn't have to trouble Tyr anymore.] Truthfully, I-I'm not entirely sure...However, I believe it's all steadily returning.

[stargathering]

So it's finally ending... Maybe cooking will make them return more quickly. [ He's not thinking right now how bad this will be for Riou and Jowy. ]

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Yes, it is...[He smiles warmly and feels almost like a large burden has been removed. All he wants now is to hold onto every precious memory.] I would like to hope so! Now I should soon be able to prepare your favourites once again.