DAY
Day
The sensation is like being dragged through a cloud. A heavy, roiling nimbus which pervades your eyes, your ears, your skin, and what feels like your very soul. Or what's left of it.
Your eyes squeeze shut and when they open....well you know this place already, there was much ado about lampposts in this square not too long ago. But what you haven't known in how many weeks is the sun hanging high overhead, not stuck in a perpetual state of Twilight but properly shining in the sky.
The sun feels good and you feel more whole than you have in a while. Those are all inexplicably good things, and they should be celebrated. But the mark on your body, faded but still visible warns of something still more to come. And for those who have been missing a part of themselves for longer than that..it's just a whisper of a feeling, but it is very much real.
Welcome to Krakow, for real this time. For however long it lasts, at least.
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If I pick a name for you, will you stop!?
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[ in the tone of voice as a child with his hand in the cookie jar. technically not lying because he doesn't know what she's asking him to stop. there's so much? ]
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Elliot Ryker Schafer.
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That doesn't happen to mean "nerd" in some language, does it?
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... Thanks. [ he's not sure if it suits him, exactly. he's not strong when it comes to fighting, but - maybe she means in some other way. there is some pleasure at her effort. he offers her a real smile in return. ] I'll keep it! And you may have Erika back.
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I am a Wagner first and foremost, but thank you.
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I meant for relinquishing my name.