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"Aj? Aj please, come back to me" magpie half yells half cries into the world as theirs comes crumbling down. They figured it out -but did they want to know- Aj the one that they let hold their hand even though it terrified them. The mere thought that she could forget that. Forget them. maybe she should forget them maybe that would be easier than watching as the mage avoids their name like even the very thought of it makes her uncomfortable. But they cant seem to give her up their Aj -wait no Aj is Drifts not theirs. Why would they think that. Aj is Drifts so why do they want her to be theirs. Why do they think of her touch not so much as a threat but as a peace treaty, as a spark in the otherwise desolate sky, why must they crave it when they know that they don't deserve it they don't and yet they crave it none the less. No they need to think. Ajs memory is faltering decaying if you will and she clearly doesn't know what to do. How to cope with the loss. If her efforts of deflection are getting this desperate this close to true. That Megii could see right through as if the grave that Aj had dug was made of glass transparent but bulletproof.
they hear a voice barely a whisper
"Megii?" turning around to a disheveled clearly not very sober Aj stumbling towards them muttering something that vaguely sounded like an apology? She's closer now close enough to reach out and touch. Maybe if they were braver they could, thats when the other mage outstretches a hand stopping just before making contact, eyes searching the others for approval to continue, when no resistance is found she takes magpies hand in hers bringing it up to her face so Magpies palm is resting against her cheek. the two of them stand there for what could have been 30 seconds or 30 years in the silence of understanding that has grown between them, grounding them both to reality. Its magpie who breaks first falling to the ground as the relief that their Aj is here. That she came back to them floods over them like a tidal wave threatening to drag them under, as tears spill down dripping down onto the dirt breathing disintegrating in to rapid gasps in a desperate attempt to keep themselves above the water that surrounds them they can feel as there clothes cling to their skin dragging them down further. what was ment to be relief had become their unraveling