Having one of those days where I watch all the people I follow, and their huge follower counts, and their many threads
and I just go, “Is this even worth it anymore? Mine is the thread that always disappears, and while I’m a brilliant writer nobody cares about that because my muse is a female OC and those are always Mary Sues.”
I think I might just quit. Nobody’s gonna care, anyway, if I do.
(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“That makes sense.” Summer folded her hands around one knee and chewed on her lip. “So there’s just this gap, there. With nothing in it. North Dakota’s a long way from here. And kind of in another direction.” She thought some more. “I … might be able to retrieve some of those memories. Or at least tell you something about them.”
“How?” he asked her as he finally found a diner that seemed okay to eat at, pulling into the parking lot and parking in the handicapped spot, needing to, but making sure to put the placard up for it.
“Everything about this confuses me,” he admitted softly.
“I’m not entirely human, Isiah,” Summer said, equally softly. She didn’t look at him. “I have a — gift, a power, that I can read people’s emotions, their hearts, and sometimes, very rarely, I can see the events that evoked those emotions.”
“Were you born here? Do you have any family? Why did you choose to become a knight? How long have you been a knight?” Summer rattles off a few questions, laughing a little, then blushes slightly and looks down. “I’m sorry. I love to learn about people. I’ll — you can ask me anything, now.”
“I was born in the White Mountains, my family are all dead,” he tells her solemnly. “I had no intentions of becoming a knight; it just happened but I’ve been one for three months. Alright, your turn.”
“I was born south of here, far south where the cliffs rise white out of the sea. I have a sister, a twin by birth but not by looks. She’s married to a lord who shares our country. My father sent me here to gain some polish and perhaps find a husband myself, though I think we’ve all given up hope for that. Why did you not wish to become a knight?”
(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“So what brings you to town, Isiah with no memories? Something must have happened between now and when you woke up, since you can rent a car, you know how to drive, and you have money for a bar and a hotel.” She slid into the passenger side.
Isiah got himself buckled in and waited til she was as well before starting the car, carefully backing out of the parking spot.
“Thankfully, whatever happened to me in the past seven years, nothing’s touched my savings account. I had a job when I was in high school and I saved all of my pay checks, plus any money given for holidays and such, so it grew in interest, added to the money that was left to me when my father died. I was planning to use it while I was in college, but whatever caused my memory loss changed that, but it’s still there,” he said, not feeling it was worth it to hide it from Summer.
“Right now I’m trying to figure out what happened, so I plan on going back to the last place I remember being,” he said with a shrug.
“That makes sense.” Summer folded her hands around one knee and chewed on her lip. “So there’s just this gap, there. With nothing in it. North Dakota’s a long way from here. And kind of in another direction.” She thought some more. “I … might be able to retrieve some of those memories. Or at least tell you something about them.”
“I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t want to,” Summer says softly. She sits down as told, watching his face with a slightly sad expression on hers. “I very much want to, Mordred. Will you — will you tell me about yourself? I only know your name.”
That was probably the hardest question she had chosen to ask; how could he tells someone about himself when he barely knew? “Well,” he begins, lacing his fingers together in front of him. “I’m a knight, just in case you didn’t know,” he adds with a small smile. “But other than that there is really nothing.”
“Were you born here? Do you have any family? Why did you choose to become a knight? How long have you been a knight?” Summer rattles off a few questions, laughing a little, then blushes slightly and looks down. “I’m sorry. I love to learn about people. I’ll — you can ask me anything, now.”
(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“Nah, this’ll do me for a while.” She watched him move around the room, tall and lanky even with the limp. It was more than clear why she’d tried to hit on him last night, with that mop of curly ginger hair and the engaging smile. He really seemed to be a sweetheart; it was just too damn bad he was gay.
Summer shook it off, putting a hand on the doorknob. “All set?”
Isiah looked up when he felt her staring at him, smiling slightly, a little curious until she spoke and he nodded. “Yup.” He grabbed his keys and key-card and followed her out of the door, limping slowly behind her and unlocking his rental car, the red cabriolet’s lights lighting up for a second as he did so.
“So what brings you to town, Isiah with no memories? Something must have happened between now and when you woke up, since you can rent a car, you know how to drive, and you have money for a bar and a hotel.” She slid into the passenger side.
She sighs, looking down at the ring. “So I guess you don’t want this, since you don’t know me, and you’re being very stiff about it, too.”
A frown crosses his features. “I never said I didn’t,” he tells her simply, crossing one leg over the other. He glances away. “I’m not used to compliments, that is all, please, take a seat, I’m sure if we got to know each other more-” he trails off, “unless you don’t want to.”
“I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t want to,” Summer says softly. She sits down as told, watching his face with a slightly sad expression on hers. “I very much want to, Mordred. Will you — will you tell me about yourself? I only know your name.”
