AccioProphecy
Positivity
"May I watch?"
Isla tilted her head at his question and watched as he comically crouched down next to her bed. "A lot of women would consider it a breach of privacy if you look at their phone, you know," she said teasingly, not really minding it herself. She had nothing suspicious to hide, but again, she never deleted stuff off her phone.
"We'll get it managed. I'll help in any way I can to get each of us to where we belong, 'kay?"
She momentarily glanced up as his hand moved towards her arm, and didn't react nor say anything about it. She did note his wording though, noting that it was cleverly said so that there was no clear indication which world each of them should belong to. Like it was a free choice. It was his next question that caused her to pull her arm away.
"You're thinking about her, aren't you? I said I'd never lie to you, and I mean it. All you need to do is ask."
She tensed up at the accusation, but he had been spot on and it was eerie. Was it that obvious? Did he know that she was bothered about the thought of her or existence of her, whether dead or alive? At the same time she understood. Nothing could ever replace that space in his heart for Alice, and she had never wanted to, all she wanted to be was--
She straightened up in her sitting position and sort of reeled back in surprise. Good thing Diavel was out in the living room by then.
What do I want to be in his life...?
Things had turned a lot more complicated than she thought, but she didn't show any indication of her internal struggle when he came back in. She only sighed about his statement of Sol, "...Well, that's expected," after all her first reaction after landing on Naphuron was to faint.
She sat in silence for a while at the memory. It was Diavel who came to her rescue at that point of time.
He must have seen the similarities...
She thought about asking but felt as if that wasn't the right question to ask. Whatever happened in the past should not have bothered her so much. What she should ask about was the present, but for some reason, finding out that she was an exact copy of his dead wife gave her more questions about the past than it did of the present. Well, she had to figure out what exactly it was she wanted to know first, and not just randomly asking for information. Perhaps they'd settle it tonight.
"In that case, let's go on an adventure?" she smiles a little while she suggested it. Grabbing a notepad from her desktop table and a pen, she scribbled a short note for Sol and said that they'd be back soon, just worried that he would wake up alone, and think that Diavel and her had somehow travelled back to Naphuron while he was still stuck there. That'd be bad.
She changed in the bathroom into a simple white shirt tucked into a blue a-line skirt that flowed up until her knees. She also finally had her scrunchies with her and tied it up into a low ponytail. It got in the way of her face a lot. "Hmm... Maybe we should make a list of what to buy first..." instead of using paper and pen she opted to write notes on her phone. She needed a few more things other than clothes. Blankets and pillows for one. She wondered if they actually needed an extra phone but left that for later.
She left the note on the coffee table near Sol, and told Dia he probably shouldn't wear his coat out, and was off, black tote bag on her shoulder. Their first order of events was the huge clothes store, "Four floors of clothes for different genders and occasions... They should be sectioned off in some sort of way like..." she pointed at the beachwear for women. Skimpy bikinis and one piece swim suits. "Beachwear," then points at another area "Those look like sleepwear," she looked at the floor directory, "Looks like men's section is on the third floor," she said that he'd let him explore first and follow him around, she didn't really need anything in particular. She'd gladly offer her opinion too.
Isla tilted her head at his question and watched as he comically crouched down next to her bed. "A lot of women would consider it a breach of privacy if you look at their phone, you know," she said teasingly, not really minding it herself. She had nothing suspicious to hide, but again, she never deleted stuff off her phone.
"We'll get it managed. I'll help in any way I can to get each of us to where we belong, 'kay?"
She momentarily glanced up as his hand moved towards her arm, and didn't react nor say anything about it. She did note his wording though, noting that it was cleverly said so that there was no clear indication which world each of them should belong to. Like it was a free choice. It was his next question that caused her to pull her arm away.
"You're thinking about her, aren't you? I said I'd never lie to you, and I mean it. All you need to do is ask."
She tensed up at the accusation, but he had been spot on and it was eerie. Was it that obvious? Did he know that she was bothered about the thought of her or existence of her, whether dead or alive? At the same time she understood. Nothing could ever replace that space in his heart for Alice, and she had never wanted to, all she wanted to be was--
She straightened up in her sitting position and sort of reeled back in surprise. Good thing Diavel was out in the living room by then.
What do I want to be in his life...?
Things had turned a lot more complicated than she thought, but she didn't show any indication of her internal struggle when he came back in. She only sighed about his statement of Sol, "...Well, that's expected," after all her first reaction after landing on Naphuron was to faint.
She sat in silence for a while at the memory. It was Diavel who came to her rescue at that point of time.
He must have seen the similarities...
She thought about asking but felt as if that wasn't the right question to ask. Whatever happened in the past should not have bothered her so much. What she should ask about was the present, but for some reason, finding out that she was an exact copy of his dead wife gave her more questions about the past than it did of the present. Well, she had to figure out what exactly it was she wanted to know first, and not just randomly asking for information. Perhaps they'd settle it tonight.
"In that case, let's go on an adventure?" she smiles a little while she suggested it. Grabbing a notepad from her desktop table and a pen, she scribbled a short note for Sol and said that they'd be back soon, just worried that he would wake up alone, and think that Diavel and her had somehow travelled back to Naphuron while he was still stuck there. That'd be bad.
She changed in the bathroom into a simple white shirt tucked into a blue a-line skirt that flowed up until her knees. She also finally had her scrunchies with her and tied it up into a low ponytail. It got in the way of her face a lot. "Hmm... Maybe we should make a list of what to buy first..." instead of using paper and pen she opted to write notes on her phone. She needed a few more things other than clothes. Blankets and pillows for one. She wondered if they actually needed an extra phone but left that for later.
She left the note on the coffee table near Sol, and told Dia he probably shouldn't wear his coat out, and was off, black tote bag on her shoulder. Their first order of events was the huge clothes store, "Four floors of clothes for different genders and occasions... They should be sectioned off in some sort of way like..." she pointed at the beachwear for women. Skimpy bikinis and one piece swim suits. "Beachwear," then points at another area "Those look like sleepwear," she looked at the floor directory, "Looks like men's section is on the third floor," she said that he'd let him explore first and follow him around, she didn't really need anything in particular. She'd gladly offer her opinion too.