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

"eve"

[miraculess]

Miku is hunched over the table with her schoolbooks scattered around her, scribbling notes onto a pad and completely ignoring the laptop conveniently sitting on the floor next to her. She'd invited you over to help her toss ideas about, the way you end up doing more often than not anyway, but so far this time you've mostly sat near the door and comfortably watched her do schoolwork on her own rather than providing any assistance. ...Although it looks like that may be about to change, as she shifts some of her books around, frowning, before glancing distractedly over your way.

"Hey, hey Eve! Can you hand me the... um. The book with the thing about... um..."

At an apparent loss for words, she flaps a hand helplessly at you and you find yourself snorting, lips curling up at the corners without your permission. She does this, sometimes, when she gets engrossed enough in whatever she's doing; all the words but the ones she's working with going out of her head. You've adjusted enough that you can usually hand her whichever reference book she's trying to name first try, as you do this time. She rewards you with a smile like the sun coming out, and you glance away, expression carefully nonchalant.

(Like the sun, it feels like she'll blind you if you look too long. This was never meant for you.)

She, of course, sees right through the attempt to be unaffected and giggles at you, which also makes you realize that you'd responded to that name without thinking about it again. Damn it.

"Why do you insist on calling me that?" you hastily grumble. This isn't the first time you've complained about it, but it's the first time you've actually asked; you're not sure what kind of answer you're hoping for. As long as she stops looking at you like that, though, (like you're worth something) you can live with it. ...Probably. You really need to stop making that assumption with her; more often than not she proves you wrong.

"Well, I'm not gonna call you "hey you" no matter how many times you tell me you don't care! So I had to pick something, and..."

She hesitates, looking away herself— and you know from her expression where she'll go, but with her you don't mind. It's sadness she wears on her face, not pity or fear.

"...you're... um. You're something new, aren't you?"

... It's such an innocuous way to put it. 'Something new.' While it's technically true, it's also not true at all. Whatever it is you are may be new, but monsters have been around for a very long time.

"...I suppose," you wryly agree. "But in that case, wouldn't it be more fitting to name me after the first woman—"

She doesn't give you a chance to finish.

"I'm not calling you Lilith, jeez! No matter what angle you look at it, it's not right, anyway—"

"So you name me after the woman responsible for original sin, instead?" you interrupt right back, and— that's it, you're both off, bickering without bothering to settle in and start actually arguing one way or another. It's comfortable, and to your surprise, you realize that doing this, being there... you're happy.

You want it to last.