delphine
"How else should I remember? For the longest time I... did not write, or paint. I've not played the harp, or piano in years. All of my ways to remember, they're things I don't do anymore." Because everything she loved was a reminder; though he'd seen how happy getting into painting had made her.
"The drugs... dulled it, the memories, and fears, the self-hatred, but I don't think it'll ever go away." She flashed the man a sad smile, "I lost a lot of myself, and I never knew a lot of myself. I'm not whole Noah. The scars remind me." She wasn't sure if he'd understand; if anyone who had not been picked apart piece-by-piece to be rebuilt, turned into someone's ideal, would understand.
She smiled quietly, sipping her tea as she listened. So the raven was making progress in his own way. Good. "Do you want to sleep? I can put my paints up, and get ready for bed." She was a quiet painter, but she had grown very used to sleeping when Noah did.
Less chances to consider adding a new scar. Rountine helped.
"The drugs... dulled it, the memories, and fears, the self-hatred, but I don't think it'll ever go away." She flashed the man a sad smile, "I lost a lot of myself, and I never knew a lot of myself. I'm not whole Noah. The scars remind me." She wasn't sure if he'd understand; if anyone who had not been picked apart piece-by-piece to be rebuilt, turned into someone's ideal, would understand.
She smiled quietly, sipping her tea as she listened. So the raven was making progress in his own way. Good. "Do you want to sleep? I can put my paints up, and get ready for bed." She was a quiet painter, but she had grown very used to sleeping when Noah did.
Less chances to consider adding a new scar. Rountine helped.
