MEMORY REGISTRY/GAME TRACKING

[miraculess]

Games so far:

Memories Lost: One; the loss in the Dismemberment game was cancelled by winning Truth or Lie.

Meeting her grandmother.

Seven memories for the memory share game:
Saving Miku
being named
waking up for the first time
the river
drowning
seeing her own face for the first time
dying

Comments

domesticity

[miraculess]

[ your numb hands are almost entirely buried in the mass of turquoise hair spilling down the back of the girl sittng just in front of you and draping all over your lap; it (she) smells faintly of strawberries and sounds like silk when it isn't rasping over the rougher skin of your knuckles or caught in one of the snarls you're carefully, patiently working out by sight. it's more than a little nervewracking: you know if your focus slips you could easily rip her hair out without effort. but—not for the first time, far from the first time—she'd asked and then wheedled and then the next thing you'd known you'd found herself here.

despite how nervous and put upon you feel, you're not sure you actually mind.

while you work, so does she: she's talking and typing, chattering away and occasionally pausing to gesture wildly. the thread of her rambling is familiar, and therefore isn't that difficult to follow even with how little you're listening— common figures and themes between religions and what that says about human psychology and culture. there are a lot of Judeo-Christan references, though they all make sense in the context of the memory.

as you finish sorting out ████'s hair you feel safe enough to start splitting your attention in order to play the Devil's advocate, poking holes in what she's saying and pulling her back on track when she starts to wander too far from the topic or repeat points she's already made. that derails things in a different manner, though; pretty soon she's ditched even the pretense of working in favor of turning and focusing on you, gleefully teasing you with bright eyes over having indulged in a melodramatic turn of phrase.

it's incredibly domestic. you're all at once terrified and so happy you want to cry. ]