Natasha (
losemyselfinriddles) wrote in
dear_mun2012-09-12 12:25 pm
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AU!Tasha has a bone to pick with her mun about names
Can you stop calling me the Wonderland girl?
I have a name, several of the actually. I know I'm different and I know you have her too, the other me, the real one, but I'm more than what's broken about me, I'm more than the girl who got transported and came back.
I'm more than the Wonderland girl.
I have a name, several of the actually. I know I'm different and I know you have her too, the other me, the real one, but I'm more than what's broken about me, I'm more than the girl who got transported and came back.
I'm more than the Wonderland girl.

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I...wish she would come up with a real verse name for that and..and just call me Parker.
What can I call you?
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[She smiles uncertainly] I can just call you Parker. Nothing else.
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Are you okay? Is your munperson being mean to you?
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[She stops talking, shaking her head] You didn't ask about that, sorry.
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Can't you stay there? If it's better?
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I don't know, I can't remember, not exactly.
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[She is not etirely functional...]
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[She seems a bit off from the Tasha he knows, so he'll just be a little cautious with her.]
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[She shakes her head, her fingers coming to rub against her temples.]
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[What with her being team leader and all, anyway...] Natasha. What do you remember?
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[Considering the question, she shakes her head. I don't....I remember everything and nothing. I remember words and wounds and winning. I remember entire worlds but they're fleeting, always fleeting. nothing stays.
She tilts her head at him, studying his face. I remember your nme on ay lips.
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Well do I recall the same, happier times in happier days. You've ever a dear place in my heart, fair Tasha.
[He touched her cheek gently, carefully, with one blunt-fingered hand.] But have you any memory of what makes it all fly from you?
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Happier times. [She closes her eyes upon saying the words, reaching inside her memories, the few scattered ones she has and tries to grasp what he's talking about.] I'll have to trust you're right.
[She shakes her head.] Not today. Everything is....odd. Off. Not quite there. The world exists in bits and pieces, I've got them, the makings of the puzzle but I can't figure out how they fit together.
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Believe me, I am. [He was a little hesitant, but put an arm around her shoulders nonetheless- She knew him, remembered that much. And the tangible sense of a person there and caring, someone who was part of her past and wanting to help it come back- That couldn't be a bad thing, right?]
All jumbled about and bewildering? Aye, that has a familiar ring. But mayhap you could start with a few that bear a similar shape? [His shape, for instance. This is his idea of helping.]