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It had been a week since she had been let go from the clinic offices, and granted permissions to go back home within the Yalkell district. However, with things swimming through her mind, some things fuzzy, though most of the time unanswered questions, Viola had occupied herself with getting her room organised. There were few things that triggered the return of certain memories, though a lot of things still remained a blur for the most part. At this time, the blonde could have only figured that there were only random things that helped in terms of her memories either returning, or never coming back.
That aside, over that course of time, over the time that Viola had been able to return to her room. Return to the faces of people she did not remember hanging upon her walls in the form of sketches. Return to the warmth that she actually did remember. The warmth of the comfort of her room that had been able to quell her own emotions and loneliness when her family had always been too busy to actually give Viola the attention that she wanted. Over that course of time, Viola had found several things that were wrapped and hidden away within her closet that had little reminders tied onto them with twine.
November 1st.
Gathering up the green ribbon package and stepping out into the outside world, Viola had frowned as she shrugged off the rain and gone ahead to traverse the cobblestone pathways. It seemed almost idiotic to have been outside -- especially looking for someone she did not really remember. Snooping around the Military Police archives was probably frowned upon, though that was something that she merely shrugged off as well at the time as she requested that she have permissions to view her own files under the supervision of Zachary. fortunately, without him paying too much attention, the blonde had been able to dig up some information on the 'Evan Askeland' that had been on her reminder.
Digressing.
After walking the streets and avoiding glances from those under their umbrellas, or dressed in their coats, Viola found pause in her steps as she gazed upon the platinum blonde before her. His physical description fit everything that she had read... and his notorious behaviour that had been mentioned in more than one different report also fit this individual to a T. Hurrying forward with that pained limp, Viola had thrown her arms around the taller male, at least keeping herself close in that moment, not really minding any of the rain or wetness thereof.
It seemed that the older male was stunned for a moment, turning his head a little to see what had thrown itself onto him. His expression quickly turned to annoyance once he had realised who it was that had latched herself onto him. With a bit of an irritable sigh, he said to her: "… I was hoping that all this fucking time, you really wouldn’t have remembered me."
Again, there was hesitance in Viola as she quietly replied, "… I didn’t…. I found s’is present wrapped in my room wis a reminder to give it to an ‘Evan Askeland’ on November 1st."
There lingered an uneasy silence between the two of them. The only sound that greeted either of their ears being that of rain falling around them and hitting the cobbled pathway below. After several long seconds, the platinum blond broke the silence as he removed his hands from his pockets. "… Was the hug necessary?"
"… I s’ought it would ‘ave been a nice touch. But I can stop if you want…." Viola replied, loosening her grip upon Evan before stepping back. Holding out the present to him, the blonde merely waited for him to take it from her before turning back to leave for home.
Viola Basque - =ChannelerJaydin
Evan Askeland - ~Mafurako

Description

It had been a week since she had been let go from the clinic offices, and granted permissions to go back home within the Yalkell district. However, with things swimming through her mind, some things fuzzy, though most of the time unanswered questions, Viola had occupied herself with getting her room organised. There were few things that triggered the return of certain memories, though a lot of things still remained a blur for the most part. At this time, the blonde could have only figured that there were only random things that helped in terms of her memories either returning, or never coming back.
That aside, over that course of time, over the time that Viola had been able to return to her room. Return to the faces of people she did not remember hanging upon her walls in the form of sketches. Return to the warmth that she actually did remember. The warmth of the comfort of her room that had been able to quell her own emotions and loneliness when her family had always been too busy to actually give Viola the attention that she wanted. Over that course of time, Viola had found several things that were wrapped and hidden away within her closet that had little reminders tied onto them with twine.
November 1st.
Gathering up the green ribbon package and stepping out into the outside world, Viola had frowned as she shrugged off the rain and gone ahead to traverse the cobblestone pathways. It seemed almost idiotic to have been outside -- especially looking for someone she did not really remember. Snooping around the Military Police archives was probably frowned upon, though that was something that she merely shrugged off as well at the time as she requested that she have permissions to view her own files under the supervision of Zachary. fortunately, without him paying too much attention, the blonde had been able to dig up some information on the 'Evan Askeland' that had been on her reminder.
Digressing.
After walking the streets and avoiding glances from those under their umbrellas, or dressed in their coats, Viola found pause in her steps as she gazed upon the platinum blonde before her. His physical description fit everything that she had read... and his notorious behaviour that had been mentioned in more than one different report also fit this individual to a T. Hurrying forward with that pained limp, Viola had thrown her arms around the taller male, at least keeping herself close in that moment, not really minding any of the rain or wetness thereof.
It seemed that the older male was stunned for a moment, turning his head a little to see what had thrown itself onto him. His expression quickly turned to annoyance once he had realised who it was that had latched herself onto him. With a bit of an irritable sigh, he said to her: "… I was hoping that all this fucking time, you really wouldn’t have remembered me."
Again, there was hesitance in Viola as she quietly replied, "… I didn’t…. I found s’is present wrapped in my room wis a reminder to give it to an ‘Evan Askeland’ on November 1st."
There lingered an uneasy silence between the two of them. The only sound that greeted either of their ears being that of rain falling around them and hitting the cobbled pathway below. After several long seconds, the platinum blond broke the silence as he removed his hands from his pockets. "… Was the hug necessary?"
"… I s’ought it would ‘ave been a nice touch. But I can stop if you want…." Viola replied, loosening her grip upon Evan before stepping back. Holding out the present to him, the blonde merely waited for him to take it from her before turning back to leave for home.
Viola Basque - =ChannelerJaydin
Evan Askeland - ~Mafurako