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@walters-postscript
“Oh yes!” Leaning down, she lifted her off the table and handed it to him before getting her purse out of the chair.
“San Francisco…that’s quite aways! Do you like it there?”
He took the cups to the bin before rejoining her. "Definitely, I grew up there. I like to travel, but it's always been home in my hear."
“Ahhh thank you very much. I’ll be sure to save it and call you soon. I’m very happy to have bumped into you today Walter… I live in the area but I’d be more than happy to accommodate you someday and visit you instead. Also if I happy to come across any news regarding either Vincent or Wukong I’ll be sure to let you know right away.”
"I'd appreciate that. I live down in San Francisco." He stood taking his cup and pointing to hers. "Done with that?"
That simple phrase caught her attention and only widened her smile. Perhaps that is the case for most people….
“I’d be happy to talk more. You’re quite nice company and i do feel a lot better since we’ve spoken….” Whitney mused, finishing off her tea.
"Me too.. Here let me give you my number." Grabbing one of the napkins he scrawled his number with a pen from his pocket, holding the cap in his teeth as he did so. "I don't live in this area, but I tend to come up during weekends anyway."
Nodding as she listened to him explain his very own past, Whitney simply put her knitting away before holding her mug of tea for warmth. Once he finished explaining the past events that led to this point, she held his gaze as he seemed to search her eyes.
The sentence was enough to send a shiver down her spine and a single tear down her cheek. Quickly wiping at it, she gave him a nod and a smile.
“Perhaps we should both consider a therapist.”
Despite the slight guilt at the tear, Whitney's own sentence was enough to make him full on laugh for a moment. "Sorry, it's just. After all my years of friends and family suggesting I go to therapy over the years and it takes falling in love to be able to go." He shook his head lightly. "Guess it just goes to show: The more I see the less I know for sure." He finished off his coffee.
"Still, until we find a therapist that won't think us insane or some undercover villain, I think talking openly between the two of us will help."
“I’m…I’m not quite sure actually… I’m scared to admit that my newer memories are fleeting at times…I’m 31 and yet… i feel as though i’m actually 155 years old. I’m taking care of myself enough to function but i know i could be doing better.” Shifting her skirt, Whitney took a deep breath before sipping on her tea. Setting the cup down on the table beside them, she turned to him again.
“And you, Walter? May i ask as to how things came to be for you?”
Ah but functioning isnt living. “I know this might sound odd, but have you thought of finding a therapist? I know you couldnt go to a normal one, but with all this magic stuff existing there have to be some out there.”
He took a sip of his coffee using it to think. “Well, it didn't start as something magic per se, but there was definitely a spark when I met Wukong. We clicked and became fast friends. One night I got a bit drunk and ended up flirting.” Walter blushed lightly at that memory.” He politely declined. Not too long after he was stuck at my home for the lunar new year and decided to confess his feelings.. and tell me who he really was. I didn’t believe him at first of course, he had some curse on him at the time so he couldn’t change into his true form, but he managed to convince me by puling his staff out of it’s hiding space.” Walter sighed.
We dated, he disappeared. I wasn’t sure if any of it had been real.. if he had just gotten bored and left... turns out he had just been called away. I’ve seen him as he truely is and he met my mother before he left this time.”
Walter sighed again, taking a sip.”You know I think I lied to him when I first met him. He said something along the lines that I seemed done with life and I denied it, but there was a part of me that was coasting.” He made sure to look her in the eye at this next part. “Neither of us deserve to be coasting or simply functioning.”
His expression didn’t surprise her much. It almost sounded ludicrous and she almost wonders if it all is true but finds the memories of it all to still be very fresh.
Whitney’s pale colored eyes settled on him once again as she nodded to his response. Now where was she…..Ah.
“Vincent himself didn’t understand the island but being an occult physician…..soon set his goal to be destroying the island and helping everyone on it. He visited me several times over there and soon enough...love blossomed between us. He wanted to find a way to get me off the island and at one point i bore a beautiful little girl. Gwen was perfect in every way but being born from magic it was...inevitable things would go wrong. We found a way to get me off the island and i started living here with him and Wendy had joined us by then… Vincent asked me to marry him, to which i said yes….My ‘father’ and ‘mother’ never truly believed in love…so when i learned what it was really like i took hold and didn’t want to let go. I was happy to now have a family.
Then i met Cyrix. Quite a curious demon really...At the time i didn’t know he was one to be honest and mistakenly sold my soul to him for a violin. From there Vincent fought to get it back and sold his for it and protection of our family.” She had almost entered a trance-like state, her eyes fixated on a particular spot on the rug, but was pulled out of it from the door bells chiming as a new customer walking in.
“Then i was tortured and left for dead by the demon who had first taken to the island. He was angry that i had left and set his teeth on me…” reaching down to her wrist, she pulled her left sleeve up, brandishing the now fading scars that almost seemed like freckles….They covered almost every inch of her inner forearm.
“A nail for every day i was not on the island….Now Wendy has grown more, Gwen sold her soul and Ben is in the picture….But Vincent’s gone missing for perhaps the third or fourth time now…”
That.. sounded like a sad and unsatisfying. something didn’t seem quite right in how Whitney was speaking.. probably her trying to distance her self from the story he mused. “And what of you now? How are you fairing after all that with him gone?”
“I’ve become quite jaded to my past….looking back isn’t going to help so I’m trying to focus on the future at the moment…” Setting her knitting aside, she took one last sip of tea before taking a deep breath.
“My-ahh…. Before I got married to Vincent I was Whitney Aspen Dementia Starling from West Virginia. I was born December 12th 1861 with the name Hazel but after my mother and father died in a house fire I was adopted by my uncle and aunt. They never told me about my real parents so I grew up thinking they themselves were them….My uncle was the head of a cigarette company and we were insanely rich and I hated it. My childhood was filled with trauma and abuse so when I was offered a deal from a strange man to be taken away….I took it. It seemed much better than ending it all at the time so why not?
I found myself stranded on an island. The man himself turned out to be a demon who would entice people with their biggest dreams and take them to this island….and left us to survive or die. The number one rule was…Don’t starve. It was bliss for me at first. Anything was better than home….until it got worse. More people came and I made friends with the other survivors and I’ve died several times there only to manage to be resurrected with effigies and magic amulets…and then one day I met Vincent.”
Looking up to Walter, she gave him a meek smile before clearing her throat.
“I’m not done quite yet but…are you following along okay? It’s quite a lot to understand and take in…”
Walter was a little doe-eyed at the moment. ".. All the magic stuff is new to me still, but I believe I'm follow." He gave a nod, purposefully making his expression a little more pokered. "Please do continue."
1861 that'd make her, what, 155? Much older than Walter initial thought.. much older. He wondered vaguely if she was a vampire of some sort, bit kept his mouth shut. Just because her story sounded like a fair tale didn't make it any less true or less deserving of respect... he could understand being jaded with your past.
“Wendy usually travels on her own but I’ve found out recently she’s acquired a friend who also happens to be a teacher…I trait that she can take care of herself and she knows that of she needs help I’ll be there in a heartbeat thanks to magic. As for Gwen…..” Running her hands through her hair, she lazily pulled it into a ponytail before looking back to him.
“Gwen sold her soul to a demon at a young age and if I’m not mistaken now…she is one herself….I don’t think Vincent knows…and I have no idea what to do. I wanted to ask Wukong but…….oh this whole thing is one big mess…maybe I should explain it all from the beginning… Would you prefer that?”
Walter still didn't feel like he quite agreed with what she said about Wendy, but he supposed he could understand if travel was that fast for them.
His eyes widened and he just barely stopped his jaw from dropping when he heard about Gwen.
"I.. think it would help me rap my head around it better, but if you'd rather not talk about it I understand... it sounds rather trumatic."
“So it seems….and everyday I expect to open the door to that magic I so very much crave for.” She stated as she pulled her phone out of her purse. Despite everything she had managed to learn her way around technology fairly quickly. Always eager to learn, she made sure to practice and keep up today’s with the house laptop, phone and other devices.
Opening up the photo library, she found one of Wendy that she had taken while she was helping Ben draw a picture.
“These two are the ones currently at home. Ben is the youngest. Wendy isn’t home at the moment actually…she’s…very unique and has times where she leaves and finds answers she needs while traveling. I decided it best that I leave her to find what she need and when she’s ready she’s welcome here at home…. Now Gwen…” Whitney scrolled through the photos to find one of Gwen just before Cyril had taken her.
“She’s another special case….she doesn’t live with us and I’m afraid she’s not the same as she used to be… She was our first.”
There was a warm look in Walter's eyes as he looked at the photo, but as she talked they took a worried glint. Still when he nodded like he understood. "They're all beautiful. It can be tough not being able to guide your children yourself and to have them so far, but sometimes being a nest for them to land on can be the best thing you can do for them." He sounded like he was speaking from experience.
"Though they do seem a bit young to be off on their own. Are they with anyone?"
She nodded gently, taking a sip of her tea as she listened before setting it down. Picking up her work, her hands began to maneuver the five knitting needles and continued knitting the sock that she hoped would be finished before Wendy came home.
“Wukong is like a dad to me….he helped me out and even takes care of Ben and Wendy. They call him grandpa and he helped bring Vincent back to me the last time he left. Shame that Vincent doesn’t care for him that much. I suppose it’s not that bad that you treated him that way.” Finally looking down at her work, she maneuvered a different color of yarn into play and started another stripe before continuing.
“When he found out we had been spending so much time with a god he got very worried and protective of us thinking Wukong might try something given his past… But I shut him down by saying that he’s been there for us more than himself….maybe they are working on something….god I hope so.”
Walter listened attentively as she spoke. Sighing again once she finished. "So this is what it's like having important magic people in our lives? To be kept worrying, waiting for the day they'll bring their magic back to our lives?" He had a small smile as he added. "Do you have any pictures of your children?"
“Was it recently?!” She sputtered, not having made any progress with her knitting.
“He uh… He’s about 5 inches taller than me, wild hair, usually wearing white…” calm…Calm down. Reaching over, she took her cup of tea, the warmth of it in her hands instantly settling her down.
“Don’t worry about bringing those things up. It’s about time i talk about it…especially with someone who’d having similar problems.”
"No, it wasn't. It was uh, right before Wukong went away actually." Walter almost felt bad mentioning it, he had expected that sort of reaction, but he thought she deserved to know. Sighing, he jestured to eyes. "And odd pupils? Yeah, he was trying to find Wukong I think. I was.. well being an uncooperative ass to tell you the truth, what with the man appearing in my livingroom in a flash." He made a wide sweeping motion with his hand.
He took a sip of his coffee after stirring it some with his straw. "I wonder if they're off working together somewhere."
She had managed to finally calm her wandering hands down by taking a set of knitting needles out that had three different colors worked into what was a half formed sock. The colors of yarn creating a pleasant striped appearance with a cat’s silhouette stitched in.
Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the needles in anger over the word. Magic. It’s caused nothing but trouble.
“Far too much for my tastes….it’s the reason why i cry myself to sleep at night. My husband…Uhh Vincent…He’s a doctor of the occult. His job revolves around magic.”
Damn. Walter torn the packets open and poured then into his coffee cup. "I'm sorry, I seem to be bringing up things that are hard for yo-" That pause called out to his mind and mad him stop to thing. "You know I think your husband popped into my home looking for Wukong once."
Once out in the sun, Whitney pulled her sleeves down covering her porcelain skin as she chat with him over such trivial things.
“I….I’m afraid my memory isn’t as good as it used to be. I think i may have just happened upon him…” Whitney murmured as she took her seat, her hands restless atop her lap.
"Ah." A missing memory didn't seem like such a big deal to Walter, but the fact that the Women infront of him looked as.. lost as her memory worried him.
"Things fade with time... though I hope I never forget meeting him." Walter rapped grabbed a handful of sugar packets to fiddle. "Or when he showed me his true face. Do you.. know about all that..magic stuff, Whitney?" It seemed he had trouble picking his words. Overthinking.
“Finklestein….I’ve never met someone with-….oh….Oh.” Her eyes widened slightly before she looked down, the title echoing in her mind. The only Walter Finklestein she’s ever heard of was Wukong’s significant other….and Wukong has been gone…
“You…wouldn’t happen to know of a certain trouble making sage would you?Well if he thinks she’s crazy for asking it then it’s about time she found a new book shop to frequent anyways…
That question would certainly make his eye widen comicly. “Yes I-” His mouth suddenly felt dry. He gave a light chuckle rubbing his throat. “Dang Monkey King away from home for the foreseeable future with no end date.” He was grinning now.
She grinned back, wiping at her eyes gently as tears sprung up from the memories of said monkey king who was almost a father figure to her.
“I think….we have some talking to do.”
Walter pulled a hankerchief out of his biker vest to offer her.. though truth be told his eyes were moist as well. “Definitely. Perhaps over coffee? I thought I smelled a coffee shop when I got in here.”
Her hand reached out, gently taking the cloth and dabbed at her eyes before holding it out to him. She murmured a small thank you but perked up when he mentioned coffee….she could use a stimulant right now.
“Oh that sounds absolutely perfect right now. This particular shop down the street has a wonderful selection of pastries as well as teas and coffee…Would you care to try it?”
Walter took the cloth back, folding it into his pocket. "It'd love to." His smile was genuine.
Walter would be relitively quiet on their walk there, if he spoke it wasn't of anything of real importance, just things like the weather.
When they were seated however he wouldn't waste much time in asking, "So how did you meet Sun Wukong?
“Finklestein….I’ve never met someone with-….oh….Oh.” Her eyes widened slightly before she looked down, the title echoing in her mind. The only Walter Finklestein she’s ever heard of was Wukong’s significant other….and Wukong has been gone…
“You…wouldn’t happen to know of a certain trouble making sage would you?Well if he thinks she’s crazy for asking it then it’s about time she found a new book shop to frequent anyways…
That question would certainly make his eye widen comicly. “Yes I-” His mouth suddenly felt dry. He gave a light chuckle rubbing his throat. “Dang Monkey King away from home for the foreseeable future with no end date.” He was grinning now.
She grinned back, wiping at her eyes gently as tears sprung up from the memories of said monkey king who was almost a father figure to her.
“I think….we have some talking to do.”
Walter pulled a hankerchief out of his biker vest to offer her.. though truth be told his eyes were moist as well. "Definitely. Perhaps over coffee? I thought I smelled a coffee shop when I got in here."
“Finklestein….I’ve never met someone with-….oh….Oh.” Her eyes widened slightly before she looked down, the title echoing in her mind. The only Walter Finklestein she’s ever heard of was Wukong’s significant other….and Wukong has been gone…
“You…wouldn’t happen to know of a certain trouble making sage would you?Well if he thinks she’s crazy for asking it then it’s about time she found a new book shop to frequent anyways…
That question would certainly make his eye widen comicly. "Yes I-" His mouth suddenly felt dry. He gave a light chuckle rubbing his throat. "Dang Monkey King away from home for the foreseeable future with no end date." He was grinning now.
The moment he gave her permission to take the book, she pulled it close to herself, hugging it in her arms before giving a bigger smile.
“Whitney Morrow…” Ouch…it’s been a while since she’s had to say the name…
“You can just call me Whitney…Mr..?”
Her smile made Walter smile, hopefully it would help her.
He nodded understanding that look she had after saying her last name. "Walter Finkelstein, just Walter is alright with me." Wukong had mentioned him by name to her.
