Like Something from a Dream [Astraia!AU]

[thecutdiamond]

Ever since the dark-haired man (Gustave Asarlai, the love of her life several lifetimes ago) stepped out onto the Green, things have changed. Rachel (Astraia?) knows the two newcomers were surprised when she'd stepped forward and began speaking not only in a tongue their people alone knew, but with a familiarity one woman alone used with the Magician. Honestly, everyone on the Green at that moment had been surprised.

Rachel (Astraia?) included. 

Since then, flashes of memory have returned, striking at random. It's difficult to tell whose it is-- Rachel's or Astraia's or the handful of lives lived in-between-- so often she doesn't even try. Lets the snippets try to sort themselves out. Trying to see if the ones she can tell are of her oldest self line up with the tale the visitors tell only gives her headaches.

The flashbacks themselves leave her halting mid-step no matter where she is, eyes glassing over. Looking into a past so distant, it feels like little more than a dream.

(More and more, though, she begins to believe it isn't.)

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[ishineon]

She's always been wary of the visitors, even before they discovered Rachel's past life (lives?). Whether or not Rachel really is, or was, Astraia, Säde has tried to be by her side, tried to ensure they wouldn't try to steal her away. What? It's not that farfetched.

She runs forward now, a hand on Rachel's shoulder. "Rachel. Rachel, wake up."

[illimitable_she]

She'd been wary, when Christophe sent the news. Was it true? Could it be? She'd come to verify them herself, to assure the rest that Gustave wasn't blinded by the imitations of someone choosing to play on his heart. They had not parted easily with the Deck; it was possible that the Deck would choose to deceive them in this manner. And Christophe had not known Astraia well.

But no. It was the friend she'd long known, the one she'd mourned with everyone else. So Silke stayed in the Deck, stayed to help her friend work through her memories, stayed to forge strong links between the two lands.

She pauses when she realises that Astraia's stopped walking, takes her hand and leads her gently to a bench to sit down. She can wait. Astraia needs time, that's all.