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Captain James T. Kirk (jimtkirk) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

No one was staring, no one was looking, they weren't the center of attention and there was no one around who recognized them. Here she felt as if they were far removed from home but it didn't matter because Leonard was close, he was here and that was all the reminder of home she needed. It made no sense. Shortly before wandering into the party she'd just been on her way to the Grayson home. It wasn't even that far. Surely if she stepped outside of this grand mansion she'd be able to see the dirt road leading back to her father's farm from here. So... why didn't she recognize anyone here? Why did she feel as if home was so far away? As if she may never see her brother again and why... why couldn't she remember her father? Why did thoughts of him bring a pang of heartache to her chest? Why did thoughts of her mother fill her with such anger and hatred? She loved her mother, loved her family... didn't she? It was funny just how little she remembered. She knew what she told him was correct but once she moved this close to him everything became so... confusing.

More importanly, however, was the way Leonard smelled. He didn't smell like warth and dusty trails, leather and the great outdoors. He smelled like... well she couldn't quite place it. It was a clean smell she wasn't quite familiar with but knew. His hands were so soft too, especially for someone who worked the ranges and protected the town. Skilled fingers, but soft fingers and for some reason that just seemed right. Like it was normal. Like everything about him was normal and comforting to her when it should've been odd or out of place. It all just tied in with the feeling that she'd met him before, that she knew him. Instead of worrying him with these thoughts or questions she simply closed her eyes and leaned her head against him. "I do believe so, Leonard."

Maybe it wasn't a sense of deja vu. Maybe this was, as they'd said, fate. They were meant to meet, destined to fall in love, and that was why everything felt so perfect, so right. He was familiar because he was meant for her and nothing about that was odd. What didn't make sense, however, was how quickly and easily the word 'love' bubbled to the front of her mind whenever he looked at her a certain way. How desperately she wanted to tell him that she loved him and only him and how fearful she was that he'd draw away from her. That the words would ruin things between them and she'd be left alone. She hated being alone. The prospect chilled her to the very core. "You won't leave me behind, will you Len?" Maybe she was just as delicate and fraile as the other women she tried so hard to set herself apart from.