I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
There is a strange sort of peace in a life with no memories. In an equally unusual twist of fate, he finds he’s not plagued by uncertainty like he might have expected. Why that is an expectation, he isn’t sure, but he finds himself feeling almost free. As though the weight of centuries had been lifted from him.
But it’s disconcerting too. So many times he has found himself staring at something as though he should recognize it. He can feel… something, just on the tip of his tongue. But somehow, it never quite comes. The sensations never fledge fully into words or realizations. And then he moves on with surprising ease. As though an old and forgotten version of himself had once learned to say ‘fuck it’ and leave.
There’s a lesson buried deep in there, no doubt. Isn’t it ironic then, that just when he might be able to learn it, he can’t remember he needs to?
By force of habit, he avoids others. Whatever else he might have forgotten, he had discovered very quickly that he is not a social creature. The immediate aversion he’d felt for crowded areas had been enough, but the overwhelming annoyance when cornered by someone far too happy and chipper had firmly cemented his desire to remain well away from anywhere where that might happen again.
The emotional response over things he couldn’t even remember is one thing, but the fact that he had not even been able to recall his own name when asked had been something entirely different. How the hell he was going to find that out though, he has no clue.
So, in typical Ashhal fashion, he hadn’t tried.
Which brings him to here and now, where he stands absently on the banks of the river in a secluded lee. Anyone who stumbled upon him would find a serene and picturesque scene. Which, for anyone who stumbled upon him and actually knew him, would no doubt be shocking. Not that it matters much anyway, because as soon as the faint crunch of snow reaches his ears, a habitual scowl creases his features as he turns to glare at whoever had managed to find him, completely ruining whatever serenity had been capture in the moment.
@[Desire]