Come find me [OPEN]

[unknownmoirai]

Who: Angel/Inesa & those who would look for her.
When: Backdated like crazy; between Feb 22nd - Mar 5th.
Where: Clothes/Fabric Store.
What: After the AU event Inesa was hiding in her shop with Lancelot. The bunny escapes to find help for this sad angel. You can break into her shop and find her or find the bunny. It's up to you. Please let me know the date that your character finds her.
Warnings: None yet.
Notes: This is the aftermath of the AU plot. I will not have her participating in the new plot because she needs time to heal some. I will slowly back-tag her reaction to things or we can hand-wave it if you prefer to not backdate stuff with me being slow this month. Just let me know what you'd prefer on the Disco @ PhantomStar#1289.

Dried tears stained her cheeks but after the first day she made no effort to brush them away. She was an angel. She didn't need to eat or drink to survive. Her magic kept her form in place though the weary ache in her chest made her appear gaunt and thin.

She wondered if you could die from heartache. If the pain in her chest was real despite the fact that there was no blade sinking between her ribs. Was this what it was supposed to feel like. It was somehow worse than when Jack had left.

Inesa was curled on a pile of odd fabric and furs that had been spread across the back room of the shop. Her eyes were closed while her long wheat hair tumbled in a mess around her slender frame. She made no movement at any sounds or commotion. She didn't feel like she had the strength or will to move from where she laid.

A small white bunny wiggled his nose at her and while there was plenty of food in the shop for him, he was distressed that his caretaker had seemingly stopped moving. He jumped on her a few times but when nothing seemed to help he wiggled out the back door of the shop and went hopping through the sphere streets. Considering there were no other animals in the domes, it looked very strange for a bunny to be hoping on its own...

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Date - March 2nd

[unbreakable_king]

Fashion matters. This was something that was especially true for a royal, and Rhy had always put a premium on how he looked. He was a magic user he wasn't very good at magic, which meant that it was even more important to look good, because the way you looked when you first met a person said a lot about you. When people were going to judge you for being a royal anyway, better to make sure they are seeing good things.

So he had found himself a client of this lovely little shop. He'd been around a few times, mostly to sample fabrics and discuss thoughts on styles. But nothing about how to handle the rest of it. And then that other Rhy had happened so he hadn't kept appointments. Instead he'd come along today, and was moving to discuss.

But to see the rabbit that he had seen before in the shop out in the street definitely worried him.

"Come here little fluffy," Rhy cooed, leaning down to offer his hands to the creature. "Let me take you back to your lady."

Date - March 2nd

[unknownmoirai]

Sometimes it was hard to breathe but each day got a little easier. She felt weak but there was no helping that, she hadn't stood up in a few days now and she felt no desire to lift herself to her feet now. Lancelot was gone and while a little part of her was worried, she couldn't bring herself to leave the safety and protection that the shop offered her.

Maybe Lancelot knew that? Maybe bunnies were smarter than their fluffy exteriors suggested? But he was out on the side walk, bounding towards the scent of someone familiar. He didn't know Rhy as well as others but the scent was unmistakable.

Lancelot's nose wiggled happy and a strange noise vibrated through his body as he jumped on to Rhy's hand. Only have his chubby body fit on the man's palm but his intention was clearly to go back to the shop with him.

When Rhy arrived, he'd find the front door locked. However Lancelot quickly wiggled out of his arms and lead him around the back where one of the doors had been left unlocked. This had been how Lancelot escaped in the first place but he couldn't get back in without help.

Turned out that bunnies can't turn door knobs.

Re: Date - March 2nd

[unbreakable_king]

How intriguing, this highly intelligent rabbit. Rhy merely intended to return the beast, but when it slipped his grip to hop away, well, he chased after it. Of course he did. It would be ungentlemanly to not assure its safe return to its owner. But to find it leading him to the unlocked back door? Rhy chuckled to himself as he turned the knob and found it unlocked. As he pushed the door open he chided the little fluffy creature.

“You’re many times more intelligent than some street curs I’ve encountered. Now wherever could your master be. Lady Angel? Are you around? The door was unlocked!”

Date - March 2nd

[unknownmoirai]

The vacant stare of the bunny looked up at Rhy as he hopped inside to his pen where several heads of old lettuce waited for him. The bunny didn't seem to understand the situation or Rhy's remarks. All Lancelot knew was that this was the way in and out of the store and he was hungry.

Angel was laying near the bunny cage in the back of the store. She pushed herself up to her palms but she didn't make a move to stand. She felt weak.

"Rhy?" Her voice was very soft but it carried through the quiet back room.

[unbreakable_king]

Oh dear. Rhy frowns and ignores the rabbit, crossing to the woman instead.

"Oh my lovely little Angel, you look unwell. Please, if there is anything I can do for you, I am your humble servant."

Yeah, flowery language isn't going to stop just because he's worried.

[unknownmoirai]

She shook her head, her hair falling in messy waves around her slender shoulders. She wasn't dirty, as to be expected of someone who had been laying in the same position for several days but the back room was in disarray with layers of fabric and furs spread across the floor.

Her lips part but her voice fails her when she tries to speak. She shakes her head again and coughs, trying to remember what it's like to be human... to be alive again.

It was only a little ironic that she wasn't human.

"No. I am fine." It was a lie and it wasn't even a convincing one.

[unbreakable_king]

"Alas, I believe you as much as my brother believes me when he hears I'm fine. And as he shares my emotions and my pain, he doesn't believe me."

Don't let him have to figure out what you need on his own. Because he'll try.

end of February

[king_inthenorth]

He's been back to himself for a few days now, long enough to figure out what happened during the time that he was the version of himself that might have been. His life is getting back to normal now, except for one thing. He hasn't seen Inesa in a few days, and he's worried.

He's not any less worried when he sees a familiar rabbit hopping around the domes. He doesn't know much about rabbit behavior, but that can't be a good sign. He scoops up Lancelot and heads for the places Inesa might be, so when she's not in her dome, he heads for the shop instead.

Lock picking is a skill he never picked up, and these locks are different than the ones in Westeros, so once he tries the door and finds it locked, all he can do is knock lightly on it. "Inesa?"

end of February

[unknownmoirai]

Lancelot chirped, clicking his teeth happily together when Jon scooped him up. He didn't know what was going on but he'd escaped from the shop and had enjoyed his little adventure through the domed streets.

When they reached the shop Lancelot wiggled from Jon's arms and hopped around to the back of the store where the back door was left unlocked. It wasn't an oversight but a door that was never locked and usually the way that Inesa entered and exited the store before opening.

Jon could wait out front but she couldn't hear him from where she was hiding at the back of the store.

[king_inthenorth]

He waits for a moment but doesn't hear anything, so he decides to follow the rabbit down the rabbit hole and that's when he discovers the unlocked back door. He slips into the shop and resumes his search.

"Inesa?"

If she looks closely, she'll be able to see that he has the scars on his face again.

[unknownmoirai]

She didn't look closely, in fact, she didn't look up from where she was seated on the floor.

It wasn't dirty but disorganized in the back room of the shop. Fabrics and furs lined the floor and had been tugged into a mess, that the young angel sat atop now. She didn't speak. Instead she pulled her knees to her chest and bowed her head, knowing that Jon had just walked into the back area of the shop. She didn't have the strength to hide from him and she wasn't sure that she wanted too.

She didn't know what she wanted.

It hurt a lot more than she had expected. Not just because Jon had been replaced and forgotten her but because both Sansa and Jon had seemed happy... in a way that she hadn't ever seen before. He was happier not knowing her.

[king_inthenorth]

If she won't talk to him, he'll just have to join her on the floor. Close, but not too close. He doesn't want to crowd her. He finds his own pile of clothes to sit on and releases the rabbit to hop around the floor in freedom.

After a moment of silence, he asks, "Has the ceiling always been that color?"

[unknownmoirai]

Slowly, she lifted her chin and stared up at the ceiling. "I do not know." Her voice was soft but with each word it gained strength. "I have not looked up in a very long time." There wasn't space to fly here and so she has forgotten to look to the sky. Maybe that meant that she wasn't an angel anymore.

A tear rolled down her cheek and she gasped as if surprised.

"Sorry. I was trying so hard not to cry. You do not deserve it." Her head bowed and her fingers quickly wiped at her tears.

marchish

[toivory]

The memories had come back when Sansa- the Sansa everyone here was famliar with- returned. She remembered screaming to find Theon in her bed, the soft lips of the man she thought was Aemon Targaryen. And she remembered the way Angel had looked at her, the tears in her eyes and her soft explanation. It hadn't made sense then, but now it did.

Seven hells, she had been so callous. She hadn't known, but to say such things to her dear friend, her dear friend that loved her brother...

She didn't know what to do. There was no road map, no song to follow. So she had avoided the shop as long as she could until she knew she no longer could. She had to face her friend.

She started at Inesa's room, but when she didn't find her there, she approached the shop. The shop which was usually open and filled with light was dark, the sign informing the public it was closed. And, from the looks of it, it had been for some time.

"Inesa?" Sansa called, using her key to unlock the front door. "Inesa, it's Sansa. Are you- are you about?"

marchish

[unknownmoirai]

She didn't know how long it had been. After first meeting Sansa she had closed the shop and locked herself within it. No one came to look for her. Their memories had been altered, changed and replaced, and her worst fear had come true.

She'd been forgotten and what made the wound fester was the knowledge that Jon, Sansa and so many of her friends had seemed happier. They were happier not knowing her.

She knew that her life would be prolonged but that fact had never stung. She had been happy with the memories she'd made but it wasn't enough this time. There wasn't any happiness left when those she cared for and loved turned away from her. She wondered, as hours passed into days, was this how her sister felt? Why Maria sought to destroy everything that she loved? Why she wanted to find an identity that was beyond and separated from the immortal existence that they had been given?

It was easier to hurt those you cared about then to feel yourself torn apart piece by piece.

She was relatively young in age and she thought about life times of this pain and discomfort. It would drive anyone mad.

The sound of footsteps and the familiar voice snapped her from the dark endless corridors of her mind. No. She closed her eyes and wished Sansa away. She didn't realize that this had to be the Sansa she knew because she had a key. She didn't realize that anything had returned to normal. It was too hard to think but after so long in isolation she was too weak to run.

She pushed herself up and sat on the floor. It wasn't dirty but disorganized in the back room of the shop. Fabrics and furs lined the floor and had been tugged into a mess, that the young angel sat atop now. She didn't speak. Instead she pulled her knees to her chest and bowed her head, hoping that Sansa would find her but also hoping that she wouldn't.

Lancelot jumped out from the backroom at the sound of another person and game hopping up to Sansa for a treat of some kind because he was oh so cute.

[toivory]

"Inesa?" She called again, stepping further into the shop. Movement caught her eye and she stooped to pick up the small bundle of fur.

"Oh, hullo, Lancelot. Is your mistress here?" She knew where his treats were, and petting him gently with one hand, she gave him a few, as she walked through the dark shop.

"Inesa? Sweetling, it's me." She began to head into the backgroom, where she foun a pile of furs and fabrics. She almost didn't see Angel, but for the last moment. Holding Lance to her chest, Sansa came to kneel in front of her friend, her free hand coming out to stroke Angel's cheek.

"Sweetling? It's me- it's your Sansa." The Sansa she knew and worked with. The one who had no intentions of marrying Jon.

[unknownmoirai]

'your Sansa.'

The words were sweet and gentle as a hand gently brushed against her dry cheeks. The warmth surprised her and Angel trembled as if finally recognizing the cold she felt curling within the pit of her. 'Why is it so cold?'

Her eyes opened but she didn't look up at Sansa. She wasn't sure she could meet her friends gaze without breaking into tears again but... maybe, if she were lucky, there weren't any more tears left. Either way, it wasn't Sansa's fault that she felt like this and the young angel had no intention of making her friend feel bad for it. It was her pain to hold and keep with her, not Sansa's.

She closed her eyes and bowed her head to rest her forehead against her knees. "I know." Her voice was soft and horse as if it's gone unused for days. "You have a key." The other Sansa hadn't even known that she worked at the shop with her.

[toivory]

She's unsure if Angel means it to be light or not, but Sansa spares her a small smile. "I do," she agrees. It'd been a long time since she'd been in to work, but she planned to make more use of the space.

She leans in closer, placing her arms around Inesa, practically pulling the girl on to her lap. "Hush," she says, stroking her long, soft hair. "I am here, and I will not leave you. Take as long as you need."

[unknownmoirai]

She felt the pain in her heart break as Sansa pulled her into her lap. She hadn't cried all that much after the other Sansa had left. She'd buried those feelings and had thought of her sister, her future and her life. Now it felt as if the pain was rushing back to her, consuming her, but she wasn't alone.

Her fingers curled against Sans's arms, clinging to her as she sobbed into her friends stomach. She didn't know how much time had past but she eventually fell silent. Her breaths were slow but uneven and shallow as she struggled to regain what little composure she had left.

"I am sorry." She should't cry. She shouldn't feel this pain. Angel's weren't supposed to cry.

Late February

[ragnarsson]

It had been a long while since he had seen Angel. Enough for even the Viking warrior to grow concerned. Knowing that he had very little empathy in his current form, he shapshifted, turning into his dog form. He followed her scent to the shop where they were very strongly intertwined with that of a rabbit. His mouth watered at the tantalizing scent, but he wasn't going to let himself get distracted.

From the smell of it, she hadn't left this place in days and that was quite alarming.

He scratches at the door with one paw, barking out a few times in hopes that she would hear him, and come investigate the sight of the dog with the crystal-blue eyes sitting expectantly outside the shop.

Late February

[unknownmoirai]

She might have ignored the light sounds of scratching, had it been a person at the front of the shop but animals were different. They didn't ask her questions or expect her to act a certain way. She didn't have to pretend to be happy to make them comfortable because they seemed to have the ability to sense how she was feeling.

Her steps were slow but silent, her feet bare as she stepped across the shop and unlocked the door. It was only for a moment, long enough for the large wolf to come in, before she was closing the door and locking it once more.

She pulled a cloth over the glass door and knelt down in front of the familiar dog. "You aren't a puppy anymore." She had been young back then too and knew the Sphere had done something odd but it was good to see him. "I have missed you." She placed her hand on his head and scratched behind his ear before taking a seat at his side.

Lancelot, the delicious smelling bunny, was hiding and thankfully his smell was all over the shop making it nearly impossible for Ivar to pinpoint his current location.

[ragnarsson]

Ivar's tail is wagging when Angel comes to the door, happy to see that she seems to be okay, at least physically. She does seem to be a bit haggard and worn, as if the weight of the world has been on her shoulders recently. He trots into the shop after her, sniffing all over the place at all the new scents. Many of them feel heavy in the air, as if the place as been closed up and nothing has been moved in quite some time.

He licks her hand a few times slowly when she sits down, pawing at her with his front paws, trying to be mindful of his blunt claws. He can feel the sadness radiating from her in a way he wouldn't if he was a human. Dogs have an empathetic sense that would border along the lines of being a superpower if a human being possessed it.

[unknownmoirai]

A soft exasperated giggle barked from her throat as the long scratchy warm dog tongue lapped against her cheek, catching the curve of her ear. "Hey." Her voice was a little horse but high pitched and warm. Despite her vocal protest, she didn't do anything to stop him from licking her. It was the first time in awhile since she's had any type of affection.

Bunnies are cute but they're a little too ADD for snuggling.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his fur. It was very warm and for a moment or two she just held him. "You always seem to show up when I need company the most." At first she'd been trapped in a tiny body and now she felt completely and utterly alone.

"I know what it means now." She spoke softly, slowly and into his fur, her voice pained but honest. "To be human. To feel heartbreak. I don't... I don't like it. And I know I'll keep feeling this way. With each person I meet... each person I love. I'll lose them." Or they'll forget her.

[ragnarsson]

He nuzzles into her arms and stays still, just letting her bury her face against him. He's glad to see she's alright at least in body if not in mind. He hopes she's strong enough to overcome whatever has caused this sadness in her. His tail thumps against the ground in happiness. No one can stay upset with a dog in the room for too long.

He listens to her, noting what had happened. So last month had been rough for Angel. He still didn't think it was good for her to be isolating herself away. This is a good first step for her, at least opening the door to a familiar face. He snuffles affectionately at the crook of her neck with his big, wet nose. He'll make you feel better. In this form, he's got a whole lot more empathy then normal.

[unknownmoirai]

"Thank you." She pressed her face against his fur and felt the turbulence within her chest begin to settle. No one wanted to be alone and while the small bunny was pleasant company, Lancelot didn't empathize. He was intelligent but not that intelligent. "I am happy that you are here."

She huffed a soft giggle as his wet nose touched her neck. "You're sweet for worrying. Would you like a treat? I think I have something sweet in the back." She didn't need to eat so all the candies and sweets she had have gone untouched.

"I have missed you."