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published on: april 2, 2017
pairing: none
words: 400 it’s shorter than i wanted and it seems rushed because of that
note: tia ramirez belongs to @imakemyownblog, author of the amazing fanfic Only Time Will Tell (The Way Home)
She had been stuck on a time before her own for months.
Some would have loved having it happen to them, but she denied enjoying it. Tia was alone, living with strangers (although, yes, she knew them) under an unknown roof. She had no means of contacting her family and friends, and she surely did not know how to get back home.
She often cursed the mysterious book who sent her back to the eighteenth century. She was still unsure of her purpose, even if the book and the voice she once heard on a dream explained she was to “serve the right path”. However, what “right path”? She did not know anything. She did not know what those symbols meant; the red symbol and the white symbol on that same book.
It was stressful.
She would feel suspicious of whatever was happening around her – behind closed doors, beneath hurried whispers, shown by subtle looks. The people around her tried to keep an innocent image in front of her, just like an act, a façade. Yet, she was not foolish. At least, she did not wish to be ignorant of what was happening around her for long.
But, even with all the tense aura around her, she could feel a faint feeling of comfort around those she started calling “friends”. From the elegant Hope Jensen, to the slightly playful Liam O’Brien. From the strict Louis-Joseph Gaultier, to the mischievous Shay Cormac.
During that time, she had bonded with them, even if little with some, and she would even feel like everything was fine. Still, when the thought of not being in her actual home would come back to her at full force, she would not be able to stop the grimace and upset frown from appearing on her face.
Was it good, or was it bad? Mistaking a few people and the feelings they could invoke within her for the people who have grown with her, for her family? Sometimes, she would ask herself that, weak guilt blooming from the depths of her heart.
Even so, she would embrace it; the similar sensation of being at home. With the laughter she had shared with those people, why should she not have it? After all the time she had been with them, it would be impossible for her to ignore it.
But, Tia Ramirez just hoped to find her way home.