{Losing memories begins and ends with the senses

[myheadisaprison]

Eway/Wonderland-verse PSL with hypoxic
{The Beginning}

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[hypoxic]

[He shifts then, in sudden discomfort.]

... There's my mum. I don't... There's not much about her. But I remember her laughing.

[thisismadfreaky]

[He frowns and drops his gaze, voice quiet.] I'm sorry, Fitz.

[hypoxic]

For what? This is usually when you tell me I've made something up. I probably just need to think of an end to the story.

[thisismadfreaky]

Nobody she lose so much of who they are. Your family's part of that, I just-- [He shrugs. Doesn't matter, does it? He doesn't even know them anymore, really. The importance of the whole concept.] I hate this place.

[hypoxic]

[He nods then. Cisco's so different now that he's gotten himself restored from going away from Wonderland. Does that mean that Fitz is just as different?]

You remember other places now, don't you? What are they like?

[thisismadfreaky]

Yeah, I do... I remember things before Wonderland. I was from Central City, it's in Missouri-- [Which he probably has no reference for.] The winters there really suck, it's so cold. I dunno, I miss it, you know?

[hypoxic]

Well of course it's cold in winter... That's why we stay inside.

[The idea of any city is beyond the scope of a man who can't remember anything past a world that can be explored in its entirety in a long afternoon.]

[thisismadfreaky]

Yeah, I know. [He resigns the conversation to what it is-- he doesn't have the reference for what he's talking about anyway.] I'm not a fan of snow.

[hypoxic]

That, I already knew. [At that, he smiles shyly.] We've done a lot in the interest of keeping you warm.

[thisismadfreaky]

[Both eyebrows arch at that information. What?] Oh, really?

[hypoxic]

[He leans across the table at Cisco and runs his hand through his hair once.]

When you're cold, it works best if you're distracted first.

[thisismadfreaky]

[Instinct dictates Cisco's actions more in that moment as he leans a little into the touch. He isn't even thinking about it-- and when he does, thanks in part to the comment Fitz just made, there's a heat crawling across his cheeks.

Oh.
Well.
That's...new.

Right. Words. He should...words.]

That's...true. [Speaking of distracted...]

[hypoxic]

[His arm trails down, fingers walking along Cisco's shoulder and down his arm.]

And then you don't shake so much when someone leans in to help with your body heat.

[thisismadfreaky]

[Was Fitz always this touchy? He's pretty sure he wasn't. Not the Fitz he knows, at least. But he isn't the one he knows, and he isn't the Cisco this Fitz knows, and maybe he should try to remember that.

He really should try to find a way back to the proper version of Wonderland.

Eventually.]

You... [A glance at the fingers walking down his arm. Back up.] You said...we..? [Who else is this Wonderland's Cisco getting along with so well? And what gave him that kind of game, because really...]

[hypoxic]

Fairly often. Sometimes with Jemma and Caitlin.

[There's almost nothing to do in Wonderland, how else would they pass the time?]

[thisismadfreaky]

Oh... huh... [It's all such a novel idea for him. He probably shouldn't try to imagine it...

He clears his throat.] Uh- maybe we should-- go somewhere else, a little more...private? [A beat. And his cheeks are hot again.] To talk.

[hypoxic]

If we're going somewhere private, I don't know that I'll be in the mood for talking, yeah?

[Be bites the edge of his lip.]

[thisismadfreaky]

I don't mind that so much. [The words tumble out of his mouth before he thinks about what he's saying and part of him wonders if it's whatever this Event is, doing it to him and another, rather distant part that isn't really even a fully conscious thought yet, wonders if maybe the longer he's here, the more this version of Wonderland might start trying to compensate and make him catch up to his counterpart.

But it's so distant.
And Fitz's fingers are warm on his arm, the way he's biting his lip distracting.]

[hypoxic]

[It's hard to tell, really. Wonderland's going to do whatever it wants to do. And if Wonderland wants a Cisco, then why should it matter which one is here?

He breaks away just long enough to round the table and slip closer to Cisco's side, extending a hand out to him.]

Grab one of those "drink me" bottles. We'll go small and I'll show you to your favorite spot round the mushrooms.

[thisismadfreaky]

[For a second, Cisco is brought back to reality-- it's the mention of the 'drink me' bottles and he frowns a little.] Are you...sure, I mean-- what do they...do? [The question isn't really him saying no, especially judging by the fact that he's grabbing one anyway before turning to follow Fitz.]

[hypoxic]

When a bottle wants to be drank, you don't question it. We just need to get back to the right place so it won't be so long of a walk.

[He laughs and rubs his thumb along Cisco's inner wrist.]

Are things at least starting to feel normal for you again?

[thisismadfreaky]

[What an odd thing to s...

His eyes drop down to the thumb running circles against his wrist for a second before looking back up at him.]

I dunno yet.

[hypoxic]

[He leans over and kisses Cisco softly.]

What about now?

[thisismadfreaky]

[That... is probably the least normal thing to have happened in his time here so far, if he's honest. He isn't sure if he should be so brutally honest about that, though. His mouth moves wordlessly for a second before his voice catches up.]

I mean, the you I knew before-- we weren't-- we didn't-- [Or maybe his words are still a little broken.]

[hypoxic]

Well we do. [ he cups Cisco's cheek in a hand and caresses the smoothness along his face. ]

I care for you quite a lot.