Forget me not

elin-the-paladin:

It was so quiet on the other side of the phone. “Dorian?” she asked, worried. She had just discovered she had a husband. Holy Fuck.

Then… what if HE did that to her. The scars. She heard him talk to her again and then hung up. She slowly dropped the phone. She had to know who she was, but… She wasn’t so sure she wanted to know that from him now…

He was by her side in a minute. Tapped her on her shoulder with silent ‘here’ and looked her over with worried expression. “Are you okay?”

Forget me not

elin-the-paladin:

“We- We are?” her eyes went wide and a full blown sob torn from her throat, she sniffed. “I’m sorry. I really, really can’t remember…” she said between the sobs. “Please, can we meet?”

Poor Dorian had do draw the phone away from his face not to choke on the laughter he tried to supress, and covered the phone with his hand not to make her hear anything. His eyes shut tight and he bit his lips, trying to find strenght to answer her request. Took a deep breath and cleared his throat, then lifted the phone again. Before he managed to say anything he noticed her red head by Nina’s door. “Don’t move”, he said, and hook up.
Elin’s brain seemed to become a blank page waiting to be filled. How could he miss such opportunity?

Soon he was close enough for hear to hear him call her name.

STEFAN AND SILAS SPOTTED WORKING OUT LAST NIGHT

(Source: paulwelsey)

Forget me not

elin-the-paladin:

Last time… So my name is Elin?Well, that felt right. Elin. Okay, then. Time to drop the bomb.

“Y-You see.. I don’t remember. I mean, like at all. I just have this phone with me and… So my name is not Eleanor?” she touched her forehead and slid her hand over her hair, pushing them back.

“If… if you don’t have time now, it’s okay… I just…” damn she was so lame… her voice was shaking and her voice kind of teary. “I just can’t remember a thing.”

“Asking me your name kind of ‘don’t remember’?”, he stopped, a couple of wrinkles appeared on his forehead. “I ah… We’re married”, he said to the phone with kind of unsteady tone, just to check how much she didn’t remember.

Forget me not

elin-the-paladin:

She felt so… relieved, that he answered the phone, though the answer was rather rude. After thinking for a second, she decided not to mention what she had to Nina, seeing how she reacted.

“Dorian? Can we meet? I need to ask you of something…” she bit her lips.

Please, please, please, say yes…

“Elin?… Why didn’t you ask when we’ve seen each other?”, he frowned. “I think you understand I kind of don’t have time for that.”

Forget me not

elin-the-paladin:

Elin was slightly hurt by this but she nodded. Well, if she was in Nina’s place, she… maybe would react the same way. She wasn’t sure. This never happened to her before… At least she hoped it didn’t, since all the memories she had came from this morning only.

“Okay, then… goodbye.” she left, because what else could she do. She once again pulled the phone out of her pocket and this time dialed the number.

Nina remained still for a moment, before she jumped up to the door and locked them to make sure no ladies will walk in to ruin her day.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the western part of the city sounded Dorian’s phone. “What?”, he asked slowing down a bit to hold the phone still against his ear.

Forget me not

elin-the-paladin:

“Well.” she licked her lips shifting nervously. “I was hoping… that he may know who I am. That we knew each other and he could maybe help me a bit. I don’t even remember where I live…” she sighed. “If he’s not here…” she ran a had through her hair. “Maybe I try calling him and… try to catch him somewhere in the city… By the way, what is this city?”

Nina’s eyes couldn’t get wider as she stared at the woman. Was she serious?
It took poor girl a while to actually realise her eyes started to itch. She blinked rapidly, and pointed with the end of the broomstick at the door. “Don’t come back, please.” She’d push woman out herself, but… Was it good idea?

Forget me not

elin-the-paladin:

Elin jumped slightly seeing the woman with the broom, eyeing the object as if it was a weapon.

“Um… hello. I’m not sure, who I am but… my ID says my name is Eleanor, so I suppose… We never met, right?” she asked a bit discouraged. “I’m looking for someone named Dorian.”

“He’s not here”, Nina winced at the pictures that came into her head. And though she had no right to feel the way that Eleanor made her feel, she couldn’t help but press her lips tight together. “What kind of business such damaged precious might have with him?”

Forget me not

elin-the-paladin:

Eleanor gulped, wondering if she should just bail out of there. But took a deep breath and pushed the doors slightly open, peeking her head in.

“Um.. hello? I… I’m sorry to interrupt you…” she called inside and adding to herself, mumbling. “whatever were you doing…” then cleared her throat and continued talking out loud. “But… I’m looking for someone named… Dorian?” she checked on her phone one more time.

Hearing something else than another loud exclamation of failure, Nina stormed out of the kitchen with a broom, widening eyes at the stranger. “And you are who?”, she asked surprised, looking the red head over.

The Howling

dark-warrior:

“Uh huh. As if I would give you the one weapon that could harm me.” He snerked. “As far as what I need you for, you really think I can just go to the man and explain that I stole from him, a Norse deity  in an attempt to murder my father his son? Truly?” He arched a brow at her as if she must be slow. “I will summon, but you must bring the case before him.”

Woman turned to him to give him an angry glare. “You didn’t share much while torturing me, love, remember? I was rather unconscious most of the time. How should I know it was your grandpa who you dared to steal from? And don’t give me that look, I’m not a clairvoyant nor I’m a telepath to know what a mind tending towards necrophilia could have possibly come up with.” With a deep, calming breath she leaned over him, supporing herself on one hand, and hummed, wincing. “You’ve been stalking Elias and haunting him for centuries, love. I have better things to waste my life on, even if having him suffer would make me smile. You want my help? Then give me something in return.”

(Source: evora-eriu-mclaggen)

The Howling

dark-warrior:

“Grandfather dearest.” He told her on a slight sour chuckle. “If anyone can fix this issue and stop the mad man before he repeats events, it would be him.”

“And what do you need me for?” She shrugged, getting up from the couch, accidentally kicking few boxes aside. “Speaking of grandfather’s… There is something that I might need that dagger for later. I’m sure you’ll like the idea.”

(Source: evora-eriu-mclaggen)

Forget me not

elin-the-paladin:

The first minute she was freaking out. Full panic attack. When someone wanted to call the ambulance she completely lost it and just run away. She was wandering the streets for an hour, scared out of her mind, trying to see someone in the crowd that would recognize her. But no one did. She was feeling more and more restless. She wandered into the park and searched her pockets. She found a cellphone. Must have been hers and an ID. That made her relax a bit, exhaling slowly. According to this thing her name was Eleanor Macraith. Ok, good. Eleanor… she didn’t feel like Eleanor at all…

She then decided to check her phone, starting with text messages. She scrolled through them. Okay… there were few people she had messaged with. Apparently she didn’t have that many friends.

Just few names. Agatha, Dorian, Megamus, Harrison Drake… the last one seemed like he must have been her boss, so she decided not call him. Megamus… that also looked like a brief encounter. So, two names. Agatha and Dorian…

She decided to start with the man. Not really sure why. In her contacts lists there was his address, so she picked herself up and asked people for directions. Somehow she felt that cars weren’t her friends…

She knocked at the doors, a bit hesitant. Then knocked again with a bit more confidence. And waited.

For a while no one opened, though red head could hear steps on the other side of the door. Then there was a sound of breaking glass and a woman’s voice called her through the cosed door. “Damn! I didn’t lock them! Just press the handle!”

moneca-my-love:

Roberto tried to remain calm as they passed the seemingly hollow man. His father had passed out drunk hours ago as he did nearly every night, but he still always noticed if Roberto wasn’t there the next day. “Would you please tell me what you want to know…” He murmured, her comment about him not going home tonight made his toes curl.

There was a hall before them, with marble stairs leading to the first floor. Before they moved any further, from upstairs they could hear nearing steps. Woman turned to the buy, leaned, and pulled the amulet out of his pocket, showing it to the boy as she spoke. “For the start, I want you to tell me everything about where did you get that precious.”

(Source: evora-eriu-mclaggen)

(Source: ianslooch)