Blackfeather Woods Shadows fall

for a dweebee
@Astrid

Darkness falls and Damien rises. The flow of memories has begun to bring back the names, the faces, the smells, but none of his relationships seem to be clear enough in his head. He knows there are some with a more meaningful bond to him, some that he supposed should keep closer and trust rather than avoid. Among them sits his brother, whose memories are full of unsettling pleasure and vibrant sensations. There is also Kove, whose deep voice and wise words Damien had started to recall. But there is one that Damien barely understands, a young set of memories that flourished inadvertently and that keep the dark prince rolling around at night. Two eyes, none of which resembles the other, but that seem to stare at him with delight and curiosity.

It took him a while, a long while of wondering and hating himself for not remembering, but when he did the puzzle pieces matched to perfection. That was why she'd been so shook when Damien returned, and those eyes were hers. Damien had forgotten Astrid, and for some reason he still could not comprehend he felt completely guilty for it.

He didn't know where to find her anymore, she'd grown, she'd changed, and she was probably avoiding him. But Damien needed to remember why her memories were so inexplicably difficult to him, and so he wandered aimlessly around the forest, hoping to stumble across her at some point.