Years: 1927
Location: Harlem, NYC, NY
Time: Evening
”I’m fine” she muttered, before leaning back and looking away. However a frigid breeze would make her begrudgingly reconsider and take the leather jacket being held out in front of her.
As her pursuer sat down on the bench beside her Amelie would slip into his over-sized jacket and wrap it around her chest - her back facing him while leaning away as he began to talk.
”So, you have to help me a bit here…. After a close encounter with someone who seems to be chasing you, namely moi, you go back into history the very next chance you get? I don’t know exactly how you do it, but I am smart enough to know you involve magic in your process. It’s a rare talent, I’ll give you that… to be honest I never met anyone else like you. But your talent doesn’t stop you from realizing history is dangerous, and changing history is even worse. I can tell you hundreds of stories of how time travel can go wrong. But…I need to know if I am wasting my time here. Your friend… I have an idea what she would say, but you need to decide for yourself if you are open for the truth.”
Amelie rolled her eyes to herself before turning slightly so that she was now facing forward on the bench, the man next to her now within her peripheral vision.
”Decide for myself if I’m open to the truth..” she’d repeat in a whisper before chuckling to herself. ”Is this where you ask me to trust you , come back to your place, and let you teach me everything I could ever want to know, and find this truth you speak of?”
Amelie let a cocky smirk make it’s way onto her face, but it quickly melted away into a soft smile followed by a light giggle.
”You know, I’m not a fool. I know it’s dangerous to mess with the past, change the way things occurred decades before you were born, in ways that might effect people who hold the fate of major world events in their hand. ”
Amelie sighed before looking over directly at the man whose name she still didn’t know.
”But I-” Before she could finish her thought she’d spot a very faint barely noticeable scar on his forehead from the wound she had seemingly healed that day in the New Jersey alleyway.
”Oh my god, it really did heal completely!” she’d say excitedly, while unconsciously leaning into him as she lifted up his hair a bit to get a better look.”That’s amazing.”
It would take Amelie several seconds to realize she had pressed herself up against a stranger and had her hand in his hair an on his forehead.
”Oh, I-I’m sorry.” she’d stutter, before pulling her arm back and once again creating space between them on the bench.
The momentary silence between them was awkward but also comforting to the usually introverted brunette. In such a situation she would typically have Irealia who would take the lead, so not having such a buffer was emotionally taxing - causing her to enjoy the silence, however brief it was.
”Like I said, “ Amelie finally spoke up again, having forced herself to continue her thought from moments ago with her arms crossed over her chest as she stared forward, making sure to keep her voice low. ”I’m no idiot, I picked the time and place I did hoping to change the historic record ever-so-lightly. Sure, something could have gone wrong, but I needed….we needed….to lure you out, and it worked. So, before you tell me whatever truth you think I need to know…” Amelie would pause a second and turn back towards him, with her lips slightly curled into a small yet genuine smile. ”….why don’t you start with your name, hmm?”
*I will pickup with Irealia in my next post. <3