06-16-2008, 10:42 PM
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| ooc Laruku was out of answers. He had only repeated what he had told her when she was a child, she should have known that Laruku hadn’t been around to know Daituki, but she had forgotten. There was far too much to think about to remember such trivial matters anyway. If she really wanted to know her grandfather, she could have asked her father, could still ask him for she knew in her heart he was alive somewhere, but the curiosity did not triumph her wish to avoid Adrastos. And even if she did wish to see him again, he was probably still too hurt and scorn to show him face. “It’s best that you don’t fill my head with ideas about him anyway, no one is really the same as anyone else thinks.” That was true enough. Daituki might have been some sort of a demon, and that’s why Laruku’s mother did not get along with him, or he might have been the saint that Cercelee’s father thought of him, but demon or saint he was just Daituki and he probably had sides to him that no one had ever known. They all had their hidden selves, and other people’s memories could never uncover those, no matter how hard one tried. Cer stretched out her limbs and resettled herself, navy eyes looking over Laruku again. It was strange to think that only months ago she had come back to him, asking if she could return, to have a place to stay, and so quickly that had been destroyed. Now she leader in her own pack, and Laruku was a loner and for a second the world seem flipped upside down. Did Laruku still think about Clouded Tears? Did he miss it or the members, or was he merely relieved to be rid of the burden? “Do you think anyone knows you all that well Laruku? Someone who will bother to remember you as you actually are?” A strange question perhaps, but Cercelee couldn’t get the idea out of her head now. Who knew her at all? What true friends did she have? And if she did would there be anyone asking about her, and whose memories would blur her true self? |