A Life, Unforgotten

Scratch Everything - Try One More Time

Drifting isn't easy. It isn't always fun either, but many things had Light busy again. It was... difficult, but sometimes things like this just happen.

Still, he didn't want to have to dwell on everything, he didn't want to have to think about it in the future or any time soon. He didn't want to remember this. Not this, not right now. Not with so many important things that depend on him.He couldn''t risk crumbling under his own weight, though safe to say there were fewer things to worry about now.

It took what felt like minutes, but wound up as hours, before Light could peel himself from the bed where he was nested against his husband. An unsteady exhale as he had stood, feeling the air for where the wall was and using that as a guide once it was under his hand. Once out of the bedroom, he whispered a word and managed a small orb of soft reddish light to guide him.

As he quietly shuffled down the hall, he peered into Jay's room first, ensuring he was resting well, before checking on Daniel and Lydia. They were getting on again, so well. So well. It was heartening, really. Light couldn't resist a small smile as he had backed away and went downstairs.

The soft mrr of Mina as he had passed her - more like gently awoke her with his own awakening - had him reach down to give her head a pat. He took a small comfort in how she leaned into his hand, before he shook his head and scooped her up to go hunting for his grimoire.

He wound up poring over the pages, recalling reading something about memory spells. Nothing severe, no, but after almost a half hour he had come across it. It was... well, it promised to take things out and fill in the blanks it left behind. Nothing was completely gone, but the memories would be beyond isolated.

It was just what he wanted. What he needed. This would take a few hours, most likely. And it wouldn't be easy - sweet Nyx no, reading over it, he knew he would need a day or two to recover. It's dumb luck that he's off work with Pen tomorrow, and he can suck it up if need be for the day after.

Into the basement he went, setting up a circle and lighting the appropriate candles, greeting each element and feeling that wondrous sigh of relief at Air and Spirit being welcomed within. It had him breathe and relax, and he'd sit himself in the middle to meditate. Closing his eyes, mumbling the words he had memorised in this time. It was necessary, and yet, the moment he began he could feel the magick seeping through every bone and muscle. Sigils within the circle illuminated as he maintained a verbal rhythm, and as they lifted from their place on the ground, Light fell into a deep, deep trance.

It would be hours before his quiet mutterings and blank slated expression would melt away, hours before he would sink against the floor with exhaustion that settled into every last sinew and nerve. He was tired, and he couldn't remember what he was isolating from his mind - but it was enough to know that he had done it as he wanted.

He dismissed the elements, closed the circle. It was nearly sunrise now, and he had dragged himself back upstairs to curl up beside his husband. Nothing could disturb his mind, not with every last memory of those he no longer has completely removed - replaced with some odd benign creatures he still knows. This was perfect. This was freedom.

This was home now.