video ✭ new bark town ✭ january 27

[secondhandsome]

[Well, hey, here's a familiar face! ...Right? Well, it looks like Jack, mostly. Outfit's a little different, his hair's a mess, and, geez, is that a crack in his mask? Someone must've had a rough night or something.]

You know, I'm not super big on this weather, but compared to getting a cryo-blast in the face it's really not so bad! Guess that messes with your standards a little. It's also just better than space, in general? Let me tell you, I am... so tired of space! There's an actual natural atmosphere here, do-- do you know how amazing that is? To just stand outside and breathe and know the oxygen hasn't been filtered for god knows how long and...

...and I had an actual thing to talk about that I'm forgetting. Shit, I'm out of practice.

[Did he used to ramble so much before? Honestly, he can't even remember.]

Someone wanna do me a solid and get me back to Ecruteak, 'cause that's where I was and I was uh... in the middle of... something.

Kinda important, you know, so. That's be great.

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[a_sin_for_him]

...Yes. You did. And green eyes and hair the color of October leaves. I saw, once, in a half memory, half dream.

[Had it really been so long that he doesn't remember his own face? It had always been a stark difference between them, Timothy remembering his former life and self clearly. Apparently not anymore.]

[secondhandsome]

Green eyes... and... [He's muttering to himself a little. Things to remember. Mental notes.] Right... Right, yeah. Obviously, right, I mean... duh...

[He definitely doesn't remember. He's just saying that to downplay it.]

[a_sin_for_him]

It's alright, Timothy.

[Lust's voice is soothing. She knows trying to force remembering does nothing, only serves to frustrate further.]

You wore glasses like a scholar and had the sweetest smile. And your eyes...the moods behind them are still the same. I see you in their depths. My sweet, brilliant, creative Timothy Lawrence, who grew up on a planet called Eden and loved his mother very much.

[She remembers nearly everything he's ever told her about himself.]

[secondhandsome]

[It's weird, hearing someone else talk about the things he should just know of himself. Something as simple as what he looked like, that should just be in there still, but. But, well, he's spent the last decade trying not to think about his life before too much (what would be the point) and seeing Jack's face in the mirror and at some point it just started fading.

So Lust lists these things and it sounds like it must be right, but he wonders if maybe it just feels right because he knows and trusts her, not because the memory is resurfacing.

(Because he hears it and thinks "yes, that sounds right" but for the life of him he can't remember which Eden.)

It's weird and difficult and distant, but it... helps. It helps. The reminder that Timothy Lawrence was a real person, still is a real person, and it's not just Jack.]

You're... [Amazing. Wonderful. Still way out of his league, honestly.] You're really something, you know.

[He loves her so much.]

...Thank you. For, um... remembering and all...

[a_sin_for_him]

I know the importance of memories.

[Her face is difficult to read, expression closing suddenly as the thoughts all race into her mind and she has to take a deep breath to steady herself.]

A very long time ago...there was somewhere here who could have told me all about myself. Given me back all those things I lost - who I was, what I liked, my family... but he never did. It hurt him too much and I never pushed and I lost that chance to regain myself. I won't let you lose it, Timothy, I won't.

[secondhandsome]

Oh... damn.

[That's... a lot. Having that in reach, like that, but still not getting to know. And then losing out on it entirely.]

...I'm sorry you lost that.

[Listen, yes, his stuff and all, but, also? That's awful and being in the position he's in makes him get that all the more.]