A Proper Family

Family

The number one topic Lyra would bring up would be when she could go home. She wanted desperately to remember, she hated feeling so helpless. Pan had been restless as she was, hoping that they could leave.

Her mother and father rarely spoke unless in hushed soothing tones to her if she asked them anything, she sensed an unease between them. The only thing that Lyra noticed where they showed affection had been her mother had read the card from the flowers the other day, it must have spooked her. Ever since she had been glancing nervously towards the door, keeping close to Lyra while she would make glances at Asriel.

The doctor had come in checking up on her from time to time, Lyra had become frustrated as she pouted in her bed laying back as Pan chased his tail on the bed as Ozymandias watched from sitting on the arm of the chair her mother sat upon. Marisa had been going over some correspondence and forms that were important glancing up time from time to check on Lyra.

Seeing Lyra's expression Asriel smirked as he knew the girl was stir crazy especially from the sight of Pan. He then picked up the journal from the bedside table as he then sat on the edge of Lyra's bed.

"Lyra, do you remember your journal?" he caught her interest as she turned her head towards him, he then proceeded to open it as he settled on the edge of the bed-sharing the view with her. Lyra then proceeded to curl close to him catching Asriel off guard, having not been so close to his daughter much.

He said nothing, Marisa caught his expression with an amused smile. Lyra did not know, all she knew was this man was her father. She remembered not of their relationship before she lost her memory and how she wouldn't have been so bold to seek comfort from Asriel. As the two were on the bed, Lyra sat curled next to him, just like other fathers would with children when they would tell them bedtime stories.

Asriel's expression and demeanor melted, Lyra glanced at the journal "I don't remember" she explained to him as she reached over Asriel's hands that were gripping the journal open on both sides attempting to turn a page.

The page that Lyra landed on happened to be one of the sketches of Jordan College, this sparked feelings in Lyra as she stared at a sketch of the Master, Dr. Carne. As she glanced at the sketch she remembered the man, she was brought back to Jordan College where she had been raised.

As Lyra brushed the page, Asriel watched her stare at the journal as she said nothing "Lyra?" he inquired, Lyra then looked away towards Asriel "Did we live at Jordan College?" she asked him, to which his eyebrows raised and his eyes widened.

At the words Marisa snapped her head up towards Lyra and Asriel, she held her mouth open slightly before closing it in surprise. Asriel breathed in before he thought of what to say "Yes, however, I was there less frequently taken away by my work" he explained, as Lyra looked down in thought as she tried to remember her life at Jordan.

Lyra's eyes then watered as she developed tears as memories swirled in her mind, running on the roofs of Jordan. With a boy, what was his name?

Lyra turned the page captured by the journal, landing on a sketch of a familiar boy.

"R-Roger" Lyra stuttered while she whispered, Marisa snapped her head upwards upon hearing the name. A sketch of Roger Parslow was drawn upon the page, there was an entry written in Lyra's handwriting.

Marisa had abandoned her paperwork and forms pushing them to the side as she sat at full attention towards Lyra. She had mentioned the boy's name, her friend that had gone missing that she wouldn't cease going on about. Marisa held a small amount of guilt of having him taken away, she feared Lyra would remember him causing the issue of finding him to be brought up one more.