( the rain has been going on for days now. alec would be sick of it, if he could muster the energy to care about something like the weather. he has a lot more on his mind than the rain. besides, the rain seems fitting. it's as gloomy as he's felt, although it's been slowly getting easier day by day.
however, now that it's come to light a simple touch can trigger an exchange of memory, his moodiness has resurfaced. like a dark cloud in the furrow of his brow as he walks hurriedly in the rain, hands in the pockets of his jacket, shoulders hunched, attempting to make himself as small as possible while avoiding contact with others. that he has no control over which is the biggest problem, here. he's too private to be comfortable sharing most of his memories even with friends. not being able to give his permission for the exchange bugs him all the more after his return from home and his memories flooding back, adding layers to events he's still trying to process.
brooding as he is, he doesn't notice he's about to step into a puddle that's much deeper than it looks. his foot falls, water splashes up his pant leg, but most of all he's thrown slightly off balance. enough that his hand escapes his pockets and flaps out, looking for something to grab onto.
maybe you're standing right there and feel his hand on your arm, or maybe as he stumbles back from the puddle while cursing, you walk into his shoulder. either way, as soon as alec feels the contact, his eyes squeeze shut in annoyance, preparing for the memory exchange to just be over and done with so he can wave you off and go on his way. )
OTHER / the light is soaking; over the ocean
( let me know if you'd like something specific with alec, and we can organize a memshare or other encounter!! you can reach me at midworld or charlie#5771 on discord. )
alec / ota
( the rain has been going on for days now. alec would be sick of it, if he could muster the energy to care about something like the weather. he has a lot more on his mind than the rain. besides, the rain seems fitting. it's as gloomy as he's felt, although it's been slowly getting easier day by day.
however, now that it's come to light a simple touch can trigger an exchange of memory, his moodiness has resurfaced. like a dark cloud in the furrow of his brow as he walks hurriedly in the rain, hands in the pockets of his jacket, shoulders hunched, attempting to make himself as small as possible while avoiding contact with others. that he has no control over which is the biggest problem, here. he's too private to be comfortable sharing most of his memories even with friends. not being able to give his permission for the exchange bugs him all the more after his return from home and his memories flooding back, adding layers to events he's still trying to process.
brooding as he is, he doesn't notice he's about to step into a puddle that's much deeper than it looks. his foot falls, water splashes up his pant leg, but most of all he's thrown slightly off balance. enough that his hand escapes his pockets and flaps out, looking for something to grab onto.
maybe you're standing right there and feel his hand on your arm, or maybe as he stumbles back from the puddle while cursing, you walk into his shoulder. either way,
as soon as alec feels the contact, his eyes squeeze shut in annoyance, preparing for the memory exchange to just be over and done with so he can wave you off and go on his way. )
OTHER / the light is soaking; over the ocean
( let me know if you'd like something specific with alec, and we can organize a memshare or other encounter!! you can reach me at