sprinkle with a twist (tag)

[Cae Mire]

"Good besides I have been telling you time to enjoy the present and move towards the future." She hoped he was telling the truth and not just saying it because he felt some need to have to say something that he thought would satisfy her and get her off his case. She was off his case either way because she knew he knew what he wanted, he was just choosing to be slower about it more than most and she understood why for that as well. "I am all about blooming and yes fluxed, it is how I define it. Like if a wavelength jumped and caused something else to happen or if someone knocked a domino over in a way but not that annoying sound." Thinking about the sound a build up of dominoes made when they fell made her sad so she shook her head and went on. "A flash in the head and then it is gone."

"Color theory is proving to be more and more useful and yeah. Connect though not stack. Connect to one another as opposed to stack on top of one another. I do not think they work in a specific order, I also do not feel like they can be numbered but I do think if placed out they can tell more of my own story and some of those people who have been around me." Was she supposed to spill it out that she thought it would eventually connect back to him? She was so unsure and he was already so strange about them that she chose not to. "I just mean if the option to bloom into being a full grown Caedara as my name is happens to be an option on the table then I am taking it."

MEMORY FLUX # ?

"Thank you," a younger version of herself added quietly as she turned and looked over her drink. It was a nice tropical slush with a nice blue color and a taste that did do it's part to quence her thirst. "I like this the taste is nicer than anything I have tasted ever before."

She shook it out and spoke. "I am up for something that needs a little more explanation, I think you would be too Micah and if you ask me then I say it will keep you more interested besides a little frequency is good. I mean as far as I know nothing ever hurt the frequencies and you seem more ready for it now than you did before."

It was true that she was going to be pushing herself too but it was okay. Everyone needed to be out of what they knew sometimes and she thought this was good. She eyed him when he started talking and using the word crave simply because she had never thought of it like that. "Crave and tricks not allowed I get it and I mean whatever happens well it happens. Violence is something that no matter how much we do not want it is needed."

She went to go answer him when he spoke about faces and frames and it made her eye start to twitch just a little. "Don't do that I could easily do without the reminders that you think I am ugly." She laughed about it but she knew it was true. "Looking into a mirror is a lot for anyone to take in, but I am about done with these twists so let's go dare I say aparment shopping?"

Micah Nottingham

[Micah Nottingham]

"I am trying my best not to give you access to any information that is at least not a little bit useful. I mean it will not show how useful it is to begin with but my hope is that in time it will show and make sense without being too confusing to the both of us." He remained aware of everything going on around them and even though they were in one single room at the moment he was still moving slowly and carefully.

"I think that I can work in blooms and fluxes and it will help. I mean the words are the first steps but I have to be honest considering we neither one really know what, or when a trigger will happen we are going to have a bit of a way to go. While it is understandable why they can not be numbered that makes the whole slight chance of putting them in order completely out the window." He always knew that this would be complicated but he still wanted to and was going to do it.

He did give a slight smile about her being so open to the options but he did not like how she seemed to pause. He took that as a sign that another memory was working it's way through her mind but then she spoke as if it had not happened and so he did not ask about it though he wanted to. "I can give off frequency easily," he said as he had long ago figured that would be the easiest part. He seen the look she gave him and he shrugged.

"I crave it like a special taste that one has to learn to like. I do not say that to scare you or to even make it sound fancier than it is but satisfaction is my goal now in the big picture and as long as I get that then the way I see it everything else will trickle down into it's place. I don't need tricks and violence.." He stopped. "If it is needed and justified then I will let you handle that. At the moment all I am good for is hitting someone with a broom," he said as he laughed because it was sad and true in he same swoop.

He had finally managed to make his way around to moving and getting a twist because the smell was going to make him regret it otherwise as he seen her eye twitch and heard her words. He ate another bite as he thought about if he should even address this. What was beauty even as he stared at her again and laughed a little. "Yeah cause I totally stare at things I find ugly." He knew where she was coming from however.

Their teenage years were awkward enough going through them naturally but then having stuff happen such as heartbreak, and what was considered that version of love at that age was also difficult. He finished his twist and felt his leg starting to shake and took a second. "I know what I feel, I know why I feel it, I just don't feel like a four letter word is enough. If my lack of knowing how to express myself makes you think that I am ugly then I am sorry for that but it's far from that, besides when I feel that the time is right and I have enough evidence I am going to star diagram my feelings and that is worth the wait."

It was true it was something he had been working on since they were both no longer pure so to say but it took time and he was scared as hell about what her actually seeing it might do to her memories. He cleared his throat. "Yeah I'm ready to shop." He hated shopping but there were a few little things that they did still need. "Oh one more thing, memory board, are we still trying that?"

Cae Mire

[Cae Mire]

She slowly nodded as she listened because the less information she had to weed out because it was useless was better. It sounded good and it also seemed to her at least for the moment that Micah was doing well keeping his own self aware of what he wanted. "I do like how it seems that we are both on the same page as far as not losing thought when it comes to knowing where we want to go and what we want to see get done."

It would be something small to others but not to her. "Alright well as long as you keep your frequencies slow and not speak to much when I am around you and we are hanging out as we are now it should not be too bad on my memories." She wanted to be stronger in case they came back to back but she knew anyone's mind could only take so much no matter who you were. "So if you learn to like a taste does that mean that one day you just might decide not to like it? See when I think about tastes it's all about what leaves a person wanting more but everyone is different."

She had never thought about it the way he spoke about it but she could see him having a point. "At least it seems like we can both say we like cinnamon so that is good." She shrugged off his comment and spoke. “Honestly for all I know your mind could be wondering off into a million different directions it is not bad that you stare just slightly annoying.” Frustrating, indifferent also were words that ran through her head as she listened to him explain. She actually got how it could be hard to be expressive for others. "Well one day when you do figure it out it might be too late and yes memory board sounds fun."

She smiled but it was only a half smile and she was okay with it as she exited. The next time she was seen they had found a shop to go into and her eye had been caught by a few vases but nothing had stuck out quite yet. "What about this one, it's a nice gray with a pop of blue so it will not look so drab."

Micah Nottingham

[Micah Nottingham]

Micah had good control over his emotions which honestly was the only thing allowing him not to turn into a mess at the moment. Speaking about how he felt about Trove always conflicted him so because he did not remember as much as she did but he felt it more when he did allow himself to sit back and think about it. There were times where it was everything from powerful to sad and he liked feeling it all but only because he knew where to stop. "It is, it will eventually be a story so our pages will mostly be the same through out it or so is my hope."

The way he expressed himself was slowly getting better but it still lacked heavily in some areas and he felt it held a lot more misses than hits but he was taking his time and progressing more towards how he wanted to be so for now he was considering that better one day at a time. "Yeah sometimes we should be silent and work slowly. I can not prove it but I feel like if your memories flood it might put stress on you and that would wreck havoc on you and your body as a whole and I would rather.." He paused. "..avoid that." He moved as she spoke about tastes. "I mean my buds change like yours so yes one day something might fall out of my like of tastes but I would still crave for it."

"I want what I want even if taste is not so good to me anymore. I have no problem admitting that I am selfish in that way but it is only because I was told no so much as a youth that now that I am on my own and an adult, I refuse to let no stop me. My parents made sure that Ribbon and I knew what no meant because as it is now the world is dangerous and I instead of rebelling and changing who I was I simply work around it, something I can say Ribbon and I do not have in common. She rebels to the max and then put her head in the ground worse than mom ever did. Though I have my moments of that as well, I'm ready to come up I think where as I do not see her quite ready yet."

He shook his head as he laughed. "Cinnamon is always going to be our common point and starting point all at the same time. "My mind is simply focused on this and doing it, for this is a particular thing that has small parts but all draw around together and connect so no need to worry about me." He watched her and heard her next words and nodded. It being too late he had thought about that and he still refused to believe it which only made him stubborn. He cleared his throat and moved on. "We need to make it like one would a quilt, the memory board I mean so you can decide if you want it like rectangles or squares connecting and we can work from that."

The half smile he caught across her face oddly enough did not make her cheekbones seem as off as they were and that made him weirdly comfortable and sad at the same time as he chose to not return it. A half of a smile was a waste in his mind so he would rather not smile at all even now as he looked around at the shop. "All the colors in here and all the vases and you pick that one?" Why. He wanted to ask but he was not trying to do anything that might trigger her so he held the question in for now. "If you want," he said as he turned a corner in the store and made his way past an ottoman or two and walked to the very back and found himself between a section of sectional sofas in an array of various colors. He was captivated as he stared left to right looking at them as some were bright and some were dull and he slowly made his way back to Trove. "Come, come," he said as he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her with him and into the area from which he had came. "So many colors," he said as he looked at her. "This is it!" he said more excitedly than anyone should ever be for furniture as he kicked his shoes and socks off and began to jump on the cushions slowly. "I want them all though I know I can't have them," he said as he still jumped going from the red to the green to the blue. "We can get that vase but only if we get the blue sectional," he said. "Best part of it all, you won't scream at me to not jump on the sofa like my parents used to do right?"

It was true that if anyone came in here this would appear extremely childish but Micah knew exactly what he was doing, Micah knew exactly who he was with and as much as she thought she knew herself because of her memories, Micah felt like maybe he knew Trove just slightly better as he continued to jump but he never took his eyes off of her for the key was in the details and he knew he had to take a second to not only jump but perceive how she was about to react to him and his actions.

She was right it might be too late if he took too long and while he had been observing and analyzing her and himself and their interactions his mistake had been that he had not done it as much since they were adults. There had been unexpected changes that had shaken him and made him feel like me might fall flat on his face but right here this felt like a good place to start as he looked at her as he jumped. "I see you Trove all full of memories and wonder. I also know that someone who has memory like yours and who is so wise has always been better than me you just do not see it so allow me to show you where to start," he said as he stopped jumping and went and stood in front of her as he held his hands up in front of her. "May I have this dance?"

It was what she had always told him no matter how much older that they got. That she needed a sign and not just anyone but one that would make her really remember things and trigger things about them that she was scared about but had wanted to explore. He had assumed some of said memories would be deep and painful and it scared him too but it was needed to stay on the same frequency. "Isn't that what you always say Trove, that no matter how a friendship goes, if it turns into a relationship or a fight and hatred that it all starts with a dance?" He let out a soft sigh and spoke again. "I think dancing around sectionals and having to move in a certain way, imitating pieces of a wavelength coming together is pretty point on for me and you don't you think?" Connections, he did love them.

Cae Mire

[Cae Mire]

"My hope is the same." She was not as complicated of a read as she felt Micah was. She liked being simple and sometimes she knew depending on what got triggered in her memories she could feel different and deeper things but just in seconds. Still somehow she had managed to learn who she was for the most part and do the same with Micah. "I get it pressure of any form you don't want to put on me but I am fine." It was wild how child hood memories and such grazed a person's adult life. "Slow steps in that case I guess."

She did laugh when he admitted he was selfish. "I'm a bit surprised you admit it now but that is the first step. I am pushy," she said. "I also lack for space of others but it's because I feed off of being close. Something I am working on daily. As far as Ribbon she is better I like to think she just likes her privacy." Privacy was something everyone deserved but not necessarily always got. She nodded still listening and her face lit up when he spoke about the memory board.

"That will be a lot of fabric but in the end it is probably the easiest way." She wanted it to say things through pictures and very few words. "Squares will work best for me," she said. The time spent in the store was delicate and maybe important though she was not sure yet. "It's a nice vase Micah." Was it plain yes but it was simple and she liked simple, k.i.s.s. after all. She watched Micah walk off not paying attention until he came back and seemed excited. She followed though a memory triggered as he grabbed her hand.

MEMORY # ?

"You're going to pull my arm out of socket," a younger version of herself said as she looked up. "Okay okay calm down," she said as she managed to finally calm the puppy down. She would never understand why she had chose to get her first job as a dog walker.

Shaking the memory away she stared up at Micah. "Micah public place shoes are a necessity." She looked around still forever cautious a bit. It was clear he had lost his senses. "I do say that but I do not think it's a good idea." She still looked up at him another memory triggered.

MEMORY #?

"Shh," she said as she fell down on the sofa. "We're going to be in so much trouble." Younger Cae had managed to get into the wine and though it was just wine having had no previous alcohol she was wasted.

"Come on you should get down, we don't need to dance. I mean believe me the gesture is amazing but not needed besides if we get caught how embarrassing right?" She was tempted not because she cared if they got caught but because this seemed fun. "Oh screw it," she said as she took his hand. She had thought for sure it would trigger something the contact and feelings and so far nothing so she spoke. "Lead please." She viewed dancing as a language all it's own and music easily followed though she never had a true passion for music more so gardening. "Remember to breathe too," she said.

Micah Nottingham

[Micah Nottingham]

He listened intently, deeply and more so than anything with great concern. "I know we share a great deal of things in common and that is why I am ever so careful. What I wouldn't give to be so carefree but we all have things we want to do, and then things we have to do. Business has and always will come first but I also feel like our business is and has always been a story ever since we met." It had boring spots, filler as most people called it but every story did. Not every chapter, not every life could have great moments twenty four seven but eventually with enough patience they did come. He knew it would for them too but he had no idea when and for now that was good. "Alright one memory board on deck for sure."

His eyes looked at hers when she asked him to stop jumping and get down but you see Micah could tell from the smallest of things at least when it came to Trove that she was having memories. He just did not know if they were flooding or just popping up one at a time. He felt bad because while it was not his intentions for the most part, he did find how it worked interesting. He shooks his head not to be defiant but to push her into what he felt like she was capable in the end of handling.

"Well at least I know you appreciate my gesture," he said as he flashed a half smirk. He could not help it, his parents genetics passed onto him had gave him a very cute but punchable face and most the times it worked in his favor.He was about to get down when he heard her say screw it and he got a little nervous, because no, what the hell? Still he stood his ground because as always he was too far in to go back now. He stared at their hands and it was freaking almost adorable but he would not be drawn in by this, no he had a mission and thankfully her words pulled him out of how he was just going to dip down into the cutness and never come back. He glanced at her face, still the same so far so good about no more triggers at the moment which he was glad for. "Lead?",

he asked as his voice cracked for a second out of yet another stroke of surprise. This shit was making him feel like a teenager all over again and teenage him was so unconfident, he would never go back to that version of himself again as he heard what she said next and he quickly laughed it off. "I will, luckily I don't have to think about the breathing part just the steps." He was going to have to count it off in his head and keep it balance all at once. He put his hands above her waist as he took in a small breath and slightly began to sway. "I need you to hum or something, else it's just moving without a sound and that's not really dancing."

Cae Mire

[Cae Mire]

She was prepared for anything because she had took this chance when she did not have to but even she knew that something was going on because no one ever did anything without an ending point in order to turn into something new. Her excitement of the memory board had taken over for a few seconds as she allowed herself to listen and as they started swaying she was content, at least until Micah opened his mouth. "Ugh," she said. "Fine, but it's not like I know anything about humming anything that will follow a good sound."

None the less she closed her eyes and for once did her best to trust him. She was trying to remain relaxed but there was something familiar about this though she could not place her head around just what. None the less she cleared her throat and let her eyes remain closed as she began to softly hum. A soft but uneven melody began to come out of her mouth, low.

MEMORY, NUMBER ASSOCIATED 2

The number two flashed in her memories and there a younger version of herself was. It appeared at least at the moment that she was playing dominoes. "Bam! Take that!" she said as she threw her hands up and laughed. "Sorry," she quickly followed it up as she looked at a younger Micah, or as she called him then, Ace.

"Ace I don't know why you do this, but let's see He. He is two and two is He. This could really work," she said as she reached back and punched him in the shoulder and just as quick as it had came the memory faded.

The hum stopped and she looked at him. "You know sometimes I forget how everything is so intertwined. We need food, we should get what we came for and get some, dancing, dinner, and memories right?" She was not a genuis but she was not stupid either.

Micah Nottingham

[Micah Nottingham]

Dancing was sweet but the silence that came with it until she started humming was not so. Still he had learned at an early age that sometimes sitting alone with silence was not bad in small parts. Closeness was okay, at least that was how his mother had told him. Okay because one never needed or wanted to become too dependent on someone else. Be close as you were comfortable with but also as close as you could deal with on your own should rejection come along the way.

He heard her speak and he nodded. "It happens. I mean it happens often because thinking about it too much will cause someone to freak out but I just always thought that some people would get it more than others but it would probably also send your memories into over drive and that would be bad. However you and I know, that things are just starting to slowly twist themselves into motion which is why I think you should come with me and my sister and cousin to visit our old home. It seems wrong, almost misguided in a way to not even offer."

He took a second. "Yeah we should eat, I mean sweets and no food are terrible eating habits we have dove into and need to get out of, but let me place this order first." Furniture was important because when you came home one day after doing what stressed you a person needed to relax in a place where they felt most comfortable. Once he had ordered he opened the door so they could exit the store. "Let's go make a memory," he simply said.

Cae Mire

[Cae Mire]

Careful it was the one thing she had never been at least not that she could remember in the moments that had seemed to fleet her but she did think that for the most part she had a good ability of knowing who and who not to trust though she felt that could be wrong in an instance but this one time she was going to trust him and if it went sour, she'd stab him in the neck and slowly watch him bleed out. She let out a deep sigh as that thought flickered in her mind and some of her memories seemed to rattle in and out so quick that at this moment it was not something she knew how to describe.

"Okay," she said simply because it seemed to fit in the moment. It was true that Micah had started, stopped and only to turn around and start again but it was her fault too all the inconsistency that ran through it and caused the story to stop but she had time now. Time to make the mistakes, let the memories show her how to fix them and find some sort of conclusion at least of this chapter.

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