OOC.
This is really open to any of the Conor,Bris clan, who currently owe rent I must say!, good thing he can't remember!
A soft ocean breeze, the light chirping of birds and the summer sun beat down upon the beach with an imposing magnitude that certainly was unmatched by any of mans creations. Soft traces of lilac, and rose bushes carried upon the breeze tickled the nose, continuing to perpetrate the reality of the dream. The unconscious mind left to its own devices sometimes can revert back to a save point, to help save the mind from recent trauma. None of this was apparent to the dark gray behemoth, the bandage around his head or more alarming the fact his memories would fail him as soon as he would wake. But for now he dreamed of the Normandy coast, the depictions in his mind probably not accurate visions, but still it embodied what little he remembered of there.
A shadowy figure seemed to fall upon the serene scene with a thud, the color and vibrancy of the picture fading as the grays and blacks filled in. Everything stopped, even the ocean was stopped mid break, water droplets hanging in the open mouth of the wave. Only the dark figure remained moving, slowly like a coming storm did they come forward, never revealing themselves to the observer, masked in a cloud of despair? The voice rang out with a long ago forgotten cadence, the language French. A suddenly terrible truth dawned on the observer; they couldn’t remember what their father looked like. This figure spoke with what they believed to be his voice but even that was up for debate. The voice continued urging, growing in intensity.
”Saluce! Se réveiller” (Awaken) the words clearly heard and the gray behemoths eyes suddenly flicked open to reveal a sun lit room, the white of the snow reflecting the purity of white through the window and into his headache plagued mind. A hand quickly moved to shield his eyes from the light finding himself in unfamiliar surroundings, the scent of himself clang very thickly to the room but nothing else seemed familiar at all. His hand ran across the bandage across his head, explaining the possible reason for his current headache and bringing new questions to his mind. He finally rose up out of the bed confused and terrified all the same, wondering if he was some prisoner or worse. Saluce dared not think about it, what he tried to think on was recall the last few events he did remember.
The male did remember the trip across the ocean, but much after that became a fog. Faces flashed before his eyes and he couldn’t make a single bit of a sense from it, one Lilac eye’d male, a curiously colored black and white female, a young green eye’d male, and many others. He couldn’t piece together any of it, and it was driving him crazy. Finally he found he had enough and his frame moved out of bed, down the stairs and to his utter terror he realized he wasn’t alone in this home, more so apparently there were several others living here, he didn’t see them but their scents where intermingled all over the place. Then the terrifying thought crossed his mind, what if he couldn’t remember them, if they where people he had cared for, what would happen when the realized he didn’t remember them.
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