get up and shake the glitter off your clothes now

[kelpheaded]

When she wakes up, she doesn't realize anything's wrong at first. She's in a bed, soft but supportive, tucked under a thick blanket. She's cuddled up against a warm body, her head pillowed against a firm chest that moves up and down steadily with even breaths. It's comfortable, and when she cracks her eyes open and sees she's in a (hotel?) room that's empty aside from her sleeping companion, no monsters (why would she be looking for monsters?) or anything else dangerous in sight, she almost shuts her eyes again to fall back asleep.

It's the thought that she doesn't quite remember how she got here that really wakes her up. Because: how did she get here? Where is here? It might be safe... ish... in that she might not be in immediate danger, but there's a lot of unknowns right now, including the question of who the frick is in bed with her.

It would probably make more sense to stay quiet and take in more of the situation, but the realization that she's in bed with a stranger causes her to flail backwards in a way that would absolutely have had her falling off the side of the bed if the mattress itself wasn't surprisingly large. Instead, she ends up tangled gracelessly in the sheets and slightly frozen in place, like the guy waking up won't see her if she's completely still.

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[kelpheaded]

"I don't know. I could have been okay with just you remembering, if it meant at least one of us knew what was going on."

She thinks she would trust him to tell her the truth. And that would basically be the important thing about only one of them knowing who they are, right? Trusting the other person to steer them right.

"What'd you dream about?"

[gracedlightning]

Jason's expression goes soft at that; he feels the same way, really, if he thinks about it at all.

As for the dream: "A woman," he starts - and then realizes how that sounds. "I mean. An older woman? Who didn't seem very happy with me. She told me I wasn't following the plan."

It had felt so real. Like a real conversation. Like it really happened, but not a memory. In real time.

"I don't think she was my mother."

[kelpheaded]

"Do you think maybe she did this to us?" That sounds like the kind of thing someone who'd steal their memories would say, right? "And did she say what the plan is? Because it would be way easier to follow a plan - or not follow it - if she'd left us some kind of note saying what the plan is."

She's just saying. She feels like the two of them were not set up for success. Whatever success would be in this situation.