Forgetting is such sweet sorrow | semi-closed logs

[dontgiveabuckland]

Who: Cam Buckland (dontgiveabuckland) & Jean Valjean (almaredemptoris) & Past CR
What: Memoryshare stuff from the intro
When: April
Where: ???
Warning(s): Angst and death

Closed-ish starters below! Hit me up if you want me to write you something! I just didn't want to muck up the intro with my angst.

Comments

No this is too tender >:V

[dontgiveabuckland]

[He allows it for a moment, a moment of weakness, his shoulders slack and head sinks into his shoulder. He never talked about Mirella, not even to his closest companions, though they all found out by circumstance, even then he wouldn’t talk about it beyond the necessary. It was less that he didn’t want others to know, and more to shield himself, wrapping it up in layers of jokes and irrelevancy until it the sharp edges couldn’t hurt anymore. To have it brought back out into the open tore the wound he’d haphazardly stitched together right open. There’s a sound from his throat, a strangled attempt to keep it together.

Beyond him, the scene continues to unfurl. Figures enter the hallway, a handful are dressed in finery, members of the court, then there are guards, weapons drawn, flanking Keran. He points an accusatory finger at Cam, Murderer! Cam stumbles to his feet, shaking his head, but it’s his word against the lord of the keep’s. He stumbles back, clothes stained with Mirella’s blood, finally turning to flee as guards advance.

A minute later, Cam's form stiffens and he pulls away from JJ,] Come on.

[And he moves to head for the door, mindless of the specters of the past he passes right through.]

c:

[underwhelms]

[ The noise of the guards, the sense of danger increasing, and the fact that Cam gets no peace after witnessing his sister take a blow for him. It takes a lot to rile him up, but even JJ can feel the anger welling in his belly as Cam urges him away from the scene. The sight of him running through people is jarring, but he doesn't say anything, expression marred into a troubled frown.

He catches Cam's elbow as they reach the door, halting him as he sends an uncertain glance back toward the scene unfolding behind them. ]

Where are we going? [ . . . ] Do you want to talk about it?

[ It's pretty obvious that he doesn't, but JJ's going to ask anyway. ]

[dontgiveabuckland]

[Cam stops, but doesn't look back, eyes fixed on the door in front of them. Where would it even lead? Out of the Blackhearth's keep into the city of Greybell? Out of the memory? Anywhere is better than here. Behind them he can hear the muted sound of Keran crying, distraught. He's taken Cam's place now, cradling Mirela's body like a grieving widower.

It makes his blood boil.

Through gritted teeth,] Unless I can kill that bastard while I'm here, there's nothing else to see.

[His tone is biting, and, although anger is a lot easier to deal with than grief, he feels guilty about it, JJ's not the one he's angry at. He shakes off the hand on his elbow, pushing through the large wooden door.

The scene shifts. They're outdoors, but not back on the plains of El Nysa. Cam recognizes it as the outskirts of Greybell, in the distance stands the keep, and a clocktower, the centerpiece in an immense city. Around them are wagons, circled around what looks like a long-term camp site. Around them, a variety of people are going about their day, some preparing food, or mending clothes, while others are just wasting time.

When JJ catches up, Cam is standing, watching a familiar-looking teenage boy, his long brown hair tied back, as he practices his hand stands.] Those took me forever to figure out.

[Everything is fine we are not ignoring what just happened. :|]