The apartment was very well decorated, that was for sure. You could tell people lived here. There were plenty of throw pillows and blankets scattered across the fashionable cream couch, some disturbed like someone had just been wrapped up in them moments ago.
But according to Syrena and Wulfram, it had been months since her and Alex’s accident. Months since their careening descent into a lake on Kiast had robbed them of everything about themselves. Everything but their names.
So now they both stood, awkward, in the foyer of their home. A home neither of them remembered.
Siv picked at her fingers, her hands drawn to her chest. In the hospital it had been easy to ignore all she had forgotten when Syrena wasnt around. But now she was smack dab in the middle of the place she used to live and the reality of the situation hit her like a brick wall.
She should be relieved to be home but the whole place seemed as alien as the hospital did.
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A worn and calloused hand pressed against the nervous and fidgeting hand of the younger Chiss, an attempt to calm the frayed nerves as she picked at her fingers. Unfamiliar things surrounded both of them, the only thing that either of them was sure was meant to be there was one another. The wide variety of hanging plants seemed alien to Alexandyr as he looked over the various pots and planters, unsure of how to take care of their multitude, much less who had been in the months they had been gone.
“There’s a lot for both of us to figure out in here. A step at a time Bluebell. Anything’s too much, we’ll throw it out or toss it in a closet until you’re ready to deal with it.” He tried to hold up a stoic face, but he was just as lost as she was.
There was very little in this apartment that seemed familiar to him, the view from the windows was breathtaking, but nothing seemed to scream home yet. The explosion over Selen had robbed them of everything, so far as he knew.
“That pink friend of yours… Syrena wasn’t it? She was sure this was our apartment, and not one of the others on this block? We didn’t just walk into someone else’s home, right?” He asked, trying to elicit some kind of humor in the moment, knowing that some conversation and a bit of absurdity would serve them better than the silence that had consumed them when they first arrived to the apartment block.
Siv couldnt help the laugh that tore itself from her chest. The absurdity of not knowing whether this was actually their home or not finally cracking through her anxiety.
“Oh… can you imagine? If someone else just walked in and saw us standing here like this?” The Chiss leaned forward, supporting herself on her knees as her small frame shook from the laughter.
There could have been worse people to be stuck in an amnesiac state with. He was cute and funny.
“I’m sorry sir and/or ma’am-“ she started to pretend, struggling to contain her laughter, “-I know that this sounds really far-fetched, but we’ve lost our memory and seem to have stumbled into your home.”
A sincere laugh broke from Alexandyr at Sivall’s words and he found himself leaning against the wall, investigating the rest of the apartment. So many plants. Did he really used to take care of these, every day? Maybe the pair of them took care of them together?
He sighed as he stepped into the brisk air of the apartment and plopped on the mound of blankets that Siv had been eyeing.
“Nope. Not my doing, too small of an indent to be my ass print. Doubt this cocoon would wrap around me comfortably, either. Must be yours Bluebell.” He chuckled. “Gonna have to find my own blanket too.”
“I used to swaddle in all that?” She asked incredulously, moving over to join Alexander on the couch. “Wasn’t I hot? That’s enough blankets for like… three people.”
Most of her clothes that Syrena had brought her in the hospital had been concealing. Maybe she was always cold before? But she wasn’t cold now. The Chiss woman scrunched up her face, visibly confused. What she was wearing now was the least stuff thing she could find along her belongings, which was a thin turtleneck shirt and baggy slacks.
“It’s so weird…. it’s like… invading the space of someone you don’t know.”
Several boops sounded from a far away room and a droid in the shape of a icosahedron with a lens on it’s frontmost surface came floating out. It stopped in front of the couple and emmitted a few more boops. When it’s communication was met with confused faces, it switched to Basic.
“Mistress Sivall, Master Alexandyr! You’re home! Are you alright? You look lost.”
Siv blinked a few times at the droid. The other droid, apparently nicknamed Ellie, was unable to speak in a language she understood, but this one could.
“Uhhh…. I am incredibly sorry, but we don’t remember who you are.”
The droid deflated, almost literally. The ever shifting mass of it’s body made up of triangles sagged and stopped it’s movement.
“Oh, another curious little droid?” Alexandyr asked as the icosahedron floated around the pair of them, before sulking dejectedly at Sivall’s words.
“What’s this one’s name?” His hand instinctively reached out for the droid, attempting to interact with the floating mass of triangles as he pondered a response to both it and Sivall’s queries.
“We were— Attacked? There’s a lot I still don’t understand about everything that happened, little droid. But it has left both of us with more than a few questions of our own and wondering just who we used to be and why we’re… Well, so uncomfortable in our surroundings as it were.” The Mandalorian said as he poked one of the facets of the droid, attempting to discern just how it maintained its propulsion at its size.