(I see how it is, make me do all the work pfff men!)
The memories are vivid at first as if not all together enough to form a cohesive thought but then in a flash there it is. The world seems to scream into reality as the flat white landscape ripples into an empty room. Now the rooms are covered in cobwebs that glisten with age and lifelessness. The gray light of afternoon pours through the windows as a door opens pouring light in to the room and Solara walks through her gray sun dress from her teenage years fluttering as she walks inside Ty not far behind her dragging furnature with him. She smiles at him, “It’s beautiful.” She turns in a circle tearing down the white curtains with little effort through only the power of her mind.
*Reality now*
Solara’s white eyes tense with astonishment as she remembers that day well now. Her body is still with nostalgia, “the walls were grey and I wanted to paint them sky blue.”
*Past from Ty’s point of view.*
Solara turns smiling at him as light floods in around her face as she smiles, “The walls have to go. They are too dingy. Like the cell.” She smiles as he grins at her stepping into view for the observers his hair indeed white as are his eyes. The clarity of his warpcrosser image is too obvious to deney. As he drops what little they have with him and moves forward to lift her up, “I’m glad you want to make a home with me.”
*Reality*
Solara mouths the words she already knows she is going to say, as if the words are just coming back to her.
*Past*
“How could I not want to? I love you Ty.” She smiles the light catching in her grey eyes as she drags him outside to the overgrown garden laughing as he takes off stretching his wings above her. The rest of the day passes in fluttering images of Solara, there she is throwing weeds at him, her hands covered in dirt laughing at something, streaks of blue paint across her face, her waving at him with wild flowers in her hair.
*Reality*
Solara isn’t even blinking anymore, her pure white eyes are glistening and the only sign that she isn’t a statue is the constant grinding of her teeth into her lip and the fact that her hand is shaking slowly as Ty’s memory’s over take them again.
*Past*
The moon and sun seems to greet their passion and even here the images are filled with clarity, as if yesterday they could have happened. Shadow’s seem to roll over the two lovers and the walls themselves seem to crumble with the pain of passion yet the only sound that can be heard is slight groan of pain that could belong to either one.
*Reality*
Solara moves suddenly a psychic barrier coming off of her as she covers her head “Stop it… I don’t want to see this.” Yet still the images pour out to the finish until the time seems to pass.
*Past*
Solara seems to be angrily pulling at weeds again her garden now in full bloom as Ty moves out happily looking at her back his eyes full of love because the foreground seems blurred as he moves forward touching her shoulder, and before he can talk she interrupts him, “I’m so glad you could come back after weeks, gee thanks for the warning, don’t worry about me.” She looks irrationally annoyed with him because she stands up brushing past him towards another part of the garden. The three watchers can feel his astonishment, “Babe, come on, Roxa and Harry said it was urgent.” She stalks past him shrugging still not looking at him, “So urgent that poking me to say I love you and I’ll be back, or contacting me weren’t possible?” she rips a flower from the ground without thinking and then sighs in frustration moving to replant it as Ty kneels near her, “I’m sorry okay.” She glares at him for the first time, “No not okay. Did it ever occur to you that I might get bored or lonely here in the middle of no where while your having fun?” Ty sighs clearly getting annoyed which is more evident because the tell tale shadows are dancing over the ground. “I said I was sorry, What is your problem! This isn’t about me leaving so what is it!” he says grabbing her shoulder to force her to look at him in what some might call a harsh manner, “My problem is that I am pregnant which by the way is your fault and all I have for company lately is some flowers and some insects.” The first statement seems to take him by surprise because the shadows flicker for a moment as he digests the information just thrown in his face like a speeding tank. She shrugs his arm of her shoulder moving to another patch of life as he stays staring and she continues working.
*Reality*
Solara looks like someone has shot her in the face and as if she is trying to deney it mentally.
*Past*
Ty moves closer hugging her, “I love you. I’m sorry, how long.” His excitement doesn’t seem to match her’s at all, “almost a month.” She mumbles. He notes her demeanor moving to brush her hair from her face, “Why aren’t you excited?” she drops the rock, “I’m just not okay. Look a baby means work, failure, crying, work, and the end of my life.” She is quiet, “I don’t want a baby. I am 17. I want to do more with my life then end up on a couch while you are with Harry and Roxa having fun.” He shakes his head, “But none of that is safe for you anyway, I mean at least if you had a kid when I was away you’d have something to do.”
*Reality*
Solara shakes her head covering her face and sighing, “Wow, no wonder we aren’t still together.”
*Past*
Solara stands, “Who are you to say it isn’t safe for me! If I remember correctly I saved you not the other way around! Try remembering that for a change.” She slams into the house and the plants around seem to sway with their life filled beauty leaving Ty out in the dirt. He spends several hours clearly enjoying the thought of a child while inside she is doing her best not to break dishes or anything else.
*Reality*
Solara folds her arms briefly muttering something about typical as Ty recalls the rest.
*Past*
Solara has clearly become more pregnant begging the question as to why she hasn’t gotten rid of it yet. She is clearly not happy which is a stark difference to Ty’s behavior as he strides about cheerfully. Constant arguments break between the two with Solara wanting to get rid of the child and Ty arguing against it saying that she will change her mind. The control Ty exerts over her becomes more obvious with the flow of time as the word solitude gains meaning. In many ways it is hard to see the difference between his treatment of her and that of the facility patients, she eats what he makes her, he watches her as she does everything, he restrains her from hurting herself or the child, and argues with her about the baby. Often the arguments between the two edge on downright violent but the flow of time seems to dull the edge of that blade. Eventually, a child is born, unmistakbley a product of the two with dark black hair like Ty’s originally, but with Solara’s eyes and face.
*Reality*
Solara’s lip is dripping with blood but she cannot stop the images.
*Past*
Ty’s joy and care for the baby seem to precisely be mirrored by images of Solara not moving from bed, image after image of her just laying unblinking, her form seems to grow thinner and thinner even as the baby grows larger, It must be said in Ty’s defense that he tries to speak to her, tries to get her to eat. But he is shut out by her sometimes mentally, sometimes physically. Eventually it becomes clear that Solara is going to waste away. Jack and Solara watch one with horror and another with astonishment as Ty erases Solara’s memories and leaves her asleep in a bed as he takes the young child with him somewhere, that thought locks down.
The last image is a interesting one. Solara sits on Ty’s lap smiling, “Is something wrong Ty? You seem quiet.” Her smile is true, and he looks despondent as he answers that Roxa has asked for them to come.
(Frikin hour and a half, enjoy that's an order)
