#amnesia thread

[chelley-bean]

@mouthydwarf:

Varric focuses hard on her face. There’s something in the back of his mind telling him that he should remember her–that if he just thinks on it for a while, he’ll recall something, some shred of memory; but the longer he looks, the more certain he becomes that this person isn’t familiar to him. What’s worse is that he can’t feel any heartbreak over the fact.

“No … I’m sorry, I don’t know who youo are.”

There must have been some reflection of the pain she felt on her face when he said those words, but she pushed it down as hard as she could. Her eyes were the only thing to betray her as they squinted painfully to fight back tears. Any other woman would have probably lost their composure, grabbed him, shook him, tell him who they were, but Chelle did none of that.

What good would it do? To scare someone who had no idea who he himself was, where he was let alone what was even going on by being a babbling mess. This wasn’t some children’s story where a sudden burst of loving emotion cured all ills. So she held it back, much to her credit.

“Oh well then, that’s okay.” With a straightened posture she reached her hand out to him and smiled warmly, “I’m Chelle. It’s a pleasure to meet you again, Varric Tethras.”

She didn’t know how long it would take for his memory to come back, or if it ever would really, but she would do her best for him. She would answer any questions he had, were he to choose to trust or even agree to take her help, and she would help him piece together everything and anything he needed to. No matter how long it took.

“You wanna go get a pint and talk about yourself? We have a tavern. It’s not the greatest in the world but it’s home...kind of.”

[allhailthebigtalkingbird]

‘What do you remember?’

“Not ya. An’ lemme tell ya, I think that I would, ya look like somebody I’d remember.” he touched his forehead, then pulled back and looked at his flipper in horror.

“What is wrong with my hand?!” Frobisher screamed.

[ninja-of-norrisville]

"I… think? Did it work? Do you reeeemmmeeber whooo I aaaamm now?" he asked, voice growing louder and words becoming slower, as if he was trying to make it clear to her.

[purplehairandgranitephone]

"Nope. Although I think the person in charge of my life just upped the volume and put everything in slow-mo. Either that or you're yelling at me, which isn't helping at all."

[onlytryingtohelp-archive]

"You were kind to me, I remember."

Game of Thrones sentence memes ( x ) ( queenofthecosplayers )

"What else do you remember?"

[happyxhypochondriac]

Amnesia || happyxhypochondriac & textsfromeponinet

Joly had been lucky, he knew that. The accident could have killed him. But luckily he had been wearing his seatbelt like he always made sure to when the dear ran in front of his car, so instead of being ejected, he had only suffered impact wounds from his head hitting the windshield.

Which was enough problem on it's own. The damage wasn't severe - the swelling had gone down almost right away and hadn't been that bad to begin with - with it was done. Namely, amnesia.

As hard as he tried, as many questions as he was asked and as many faces of supposed friends and family trumped in front of his hospital bed, there were so many things he couldn't remember. He knew a lot - all of his childhood, his school years, but his ID told him he was in college now. The last few years were a complete blank. He was trying to stay positive, but it was hard, not knowing when or even if those memories would come back.

The nurse had just finished checking up on him and left the room when there was a sound at the door. Joly looked up to see an unfamiliar dark-haired woman standing there, but of course she wasn't the first "stranger" who really wasn't. He gave her an uncertain smile. "Hello. I take it I'm supposed to know you?"

[basicallyxrunxbli-archive]

Doctor......Who? //open

The Doctor woke up in some city, in the middle of the road. He didn't even realize where he was until a car halted, honking its horn. The person in the car was screaming bloody murder. While all he could think was, why was he here? Where was he? In fact, WHO was he? He stood up and looked at himself. Panic swept over him like a bad habit. For the first time in a very long time he was scared, not that he remembered anything.

He quickly got off the road, so the yelling would stop. At least he wouldn't get killed while trying to figure things out. The Doctor rubbed his head, messing his hair.

"Where am I, dear lord, where am I," he panicked, pacing back and forth. "Who am I, oh, I've been kidnapped, someone tried killing me? Yes that has to be it. But why? and who am I, really?"

[presidentbassmonroe]

"DO I know you? I mean, you look really familiar but I just can't place who you are." ((Sorry, I really wanted to do an amnesia thread for some reason. Feel free to ignor))

Bass's brow furrowed.  "Miles, are you okay?" he asked, not understanding what was happening.