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organicmeatbag) wrote2007-04-25 09:48 pm
organicmeatbag) wrote2007-04-25 09:48 pm
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[M-OOM] Room 366
At some point after Kira wandered downstairs, Revan started exploring the room. He hadn't had the chance to reacquaint himself since coming back. But now as he walks around, gliding his fingers across surfaces and inspecting objects, memories prick at the back of his mind.
Fights had, conversations held, they had all blended together over the years. Some he could remember as clear as the day they had happened though. He'd been so raw in those days, so unsure, and every word had cut deep whether or not it was intended to. An album of Kira's, filled with holos, reminds him of one such fight while an old shirt of his reminds him of better days.
From atop the dresser he picks up a small toy Gizka that he carries with him over to the bed. He partly remembers the day that Bar gave it to him; the day or so after Kira had told him she was pregnant. He settles on the bed, turning the toy over and over in his hands.
Fights had, conversations held, they had all blended together over the years. Some he could remember as clear as the day they had happened though. He'd been so raw in those days, so unsure, and every word had cut deep whether or not it was intended to. An album of Kira's, filled with holos, reminds him of one such fight while an old shirt of his reminds him of better days.
From atop the dresser he picks up a small toy Gizka that he carries with him over to the bed. He partly remembers the day that Bar gave it to him; the day or so after Kira had told him she was pregnant. He settles on the bed, turning the toy over and over in his hands.