it's six fifty eight do you know where my spark is
[Julia makes a run for it as soon as the nurses leave her room. She doesn't trust them. There are gaps and questions in her mind and she doesn't know why they won't answer her. Which means she has to take matters into her own hands --
She's always been inclined to do that anyway. And it usually ends poorly, that much she remembers. There are glimpses of memories she can't fully access. There's violence and blood shed and death death death and a weight in her belly that feels like grief and something else --
She can't dwell on that.
Some of the nurses corner her in a hallway. Ms. Wicker they say, you need to come back with us. You're not well enough. You're not strong enough. When they grab her arms to pull her away her fingertips begin to spark with electricity. It's a party trick more than anything else but it's enough to surprise them and allow Julia to escape.
She stops in an alleyway to catch her breath and try to figure out where to go next. She doesn't have much to go on beyond her name -- and one of the nurses might have mentioned a spouse. She isn't sure.
She isn't sure of anything.
But now that she is alone, at least for a moment, she puts her fingers together and allows them to spark.
Magic
Sometimes you love something so deeply that even when you forget it, you still remember and above all, Julia loves magic.]
my computer thinks I'm gay, what's the difference anyway?
[Julia reads through the network excessively, hoping for answers, for something, for clues to the pieces that don't make sense. It's been days now and things are beginning to piece back together slowly but surely. This isn't her first time in another world. This also isn't the first time someone has tried to make her forget things, or that she's wanted to forget things.
Julia Wicker | The Magicians (TV)
[Julia makes a run for it as soon as the nurses leave her room. She doesn't trust them. There are gaps and questions in her mind and she doesn't know why they won't answer her. Which means she has to take matters into her own hands --
She's always been inclined to do that anyway. And it usually ends poorly, that much she remembers. There are glimpses of memories she can't fully access. There's violence and blood shed and death death death and a weight in her belly that feels like grief and something else --
She can't dwell on that.
Some of the nurses corner her in a hallway. Ms. Wicker they say, you need to come back with us. You're not well enough. You're not strong enough. When they grab her arms to pull her away her fingertips begin to spark with electricity. It's a party trick more than anything else but it's enough to surprise them and allow Julia to escape.
She stops in an alleyway to catch her breath and try to figure out where to go next. She doesn't have much to go on beyond her name -- and one of the nurses might have mentioned a spouse. She isn't sure.
She isn't sure of anything.
But now that she is alone, at least for a moment, she puts her fingers together and allows them to spark.
Magic
Sometimes you love something so deeply that even when you forget it, you still remember and above all, Julia loves magic.]
my computer thinks I'm gay, what's the difference anyway?
[Julia reads through the network excessively, hoping for answers, for something, for clues to the pieces that don't make sense. It's been days now and things are beginning to piece back together slowly but surely. This isn't her first time in another world. This also isn't the first time someone has tried to make her forget things, or that she's wanted to forget things.
(there are things too important to forget)
Which leads her to:]
Does anyone else have the sense of deja vu here?