I'm tragic? I still remember how to kick your ass, so shut the fuck up before I remind you.
[ Aisha's memory is a blurred haze she hasn't even begun to sort through, but nothing feels wrong until he says amnesia. She realizes she can't remember much of anything, all of a sudden: where she'd been, how she got here, where her territory is. But it's hard to stay worried about it when there are no gaps between her memories of the Alec who made her fingers twitch and the Alec who watched movies through her eyes and the Alec who's holding onto her like she just rose from the dead.
A warm, incomprehensible feeling scratches its way up Aisha's chest. Whatever. It's probably some supervillain kidnapping plot with a stupid choice of victims. They'll make them pay.
She moves suddenly, catching Alec in a headlock, her other hand gripping her wrist to hold him firmly in place as she scrambles to her knees to get a better angle. The move pulls his face into the crook of her neck and the folds of her oversized white shirt, the curve of her jaw against his temple. She's holding him almost hard enough to choke, poised like she'll throw them both over in a bad approximation of a wrestling move at any moment. ]
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[ Aisha's memory is a blurred haze she hasn't even begun to sort through, but nothing feels wrong until he says amnesia. She realizes she can't remember much of anything, all of a sudden: where she'd been, how she got here, where her territory is. But it's hard to stay worried about it when there are no gaps between her memories of the Alec who made her fingers twitch and the Alec who watched movies through her eyes and the Alec who's holding onto her like she just rose from the dead.
A warm, incomprehensible feeling scratches its way up Aisha's chest. Whatever. It's probably some supervillain kidnapping plot with a stupid choice of victims. They'll make them pay.
She moves suddenly, catching Alec in a headlock, her other hand gripping her wrist to hold him firmly in place as she scrambles to her knees to get a better angle. The move pulls his face into the crook of her neck and the folds of her oversized white shirt, the curve of her jaw against his temple. She's holding him almost hard enough to choke, poised like she'll throw them both over in a bad approximation of a wrestling move at any moment. ]
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