This is an independent RP blog for my LoK OC Aquene! I'll roleplay with anyone, no matter what the series. Just drop me an ask or something, lovely!
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He’d started out walking but now his legs had thrown him into an all out sprint. Tearing through the city, he didn’t bother apologizing to the people he shoved from his path. Tears streamed down his mismatched eyes and mixed with the blood that streaked his face. His bladed finger tips tearing into his skin when he tried to hold his head or rub his eyes.
What was he?! What had happened to him!?
He knew this woman would have the answers. The woman with the blue eyes and kind smile. The one that made his heart hammer violently in his chest any time she wandered through his mind even the slightest.
Throwing the door back, startling at his own strength when it flew from the hinges. His eyes were wide with fear as he ran into the house, some how knowing where to go. He opened the door his hands trembling. Looking in he saw her gathering up her paints where she’d knocked them over at the slamming door.
Pausing a moment he looked at her, lips parted, eyebrows furrowed memories bombarding him violently as his heart tried to beat through his ribs.
In two quick strides he was to her and only another second longer he had fallen to his knees his arms wrapping around her legs, his face against her stomach. Tears began to pour as he shook. He didn’t know what to say what he could say. He just knew that with her there was a safety and a comfort that he could find no where else.
Aquene couldn’t put to words the panic shooting through her as he clung to her legs breaking down and crying. Her mate, her dominate alpha who was strong, resilient and dangerous, though he maintained that kind and innocent charm, was in metaphorical pieces
"Utino…what..what’s wrong…?" She asked hugging his head the best she could since he wouldn’t allow her legs to bend.
"F-fesial." He stuttered out through his sobs.
Aquene’s brows creased more as she looked down at him. “What?”
"My name is Fesial." He looked up at her and shook his head. "I….it hurts. I can remember everything." He frowned. "But …but I can’t remember what happened after Omashu.." He looked up at her. "But you… i remember you. I don’t like this. I want to be like before. I remember I love you and your my world..but I can’t remember your name…your favorite color, anything like that…Help me."
The thundering in her chest felt as if it were deafening. She knew something was wrong with him before all of this, but they never took the time to dwell on it much. After all, what was in the past was in the past. Nothing could change this.
But hearing him say he remembered something of it, hearing him give a name that must be as familiar to him as Utino was to her wrenched her heart. The beginnings of tears pricked her eyes but she wouldn’t let them fall. How could she? Aquene had to be strong for him, a rock for him to lean on.
She carefully knelt in his hold. “Aquene, U… Fesial. My name’s Aquene.” She took in the blood on his face before drawing his hand toward her and took off the blades he wore carefully. “My favorite color is a deep, forest green, like the evergreens in the northern parts of the Earth kingdom.” The blades were set aside and away from her paint. Next thing she did was get a clean cloth and worked on cleaning the blood from her mate’s face. “I found you one day, just down the street from here.” A small, sad smile tugged on her face. “You were just as lost then, I believe.”