He did not know how he had gotten to his cell. Perhaps it was instinct or some underlaying habitual action, or maybe even pure chance. What ever it was, he was there, emotionally a blank slate as he peered at the grey walls. Each inch longed to be painted, to be changed and covered with personality and some sense of arbitrary thought. He did not change it, for whatever reason his past self and current self agreed upon, the grey walls would be kept the same. It had not taken him long of more inspecting to get lost in the aspects of hisself before he had died. One of the more interesting, perhaps, were the candles strewn about. Most of them had melted away all the wick and wax, and only a few died out before getting the chance. Candles the scent of hickory clove and white rose, a deep and light scent to compliment each other. He would have to get more of them. Maybe lighting a few new ones would allow a few memories to come back. For now, however, he figured he should at least throw out the used ones. No use in having candles that would not produce scent, right? A sigh expressed from him, quick and sudden as it emptied into the stale air, a texture that practically longed to have something to it. He bothered himself with collecting the candles, paws working quick to drag out at least twenty of them, putting the objects in a large bin before moving on to a different task.
He would not be lying if he admitted the fact that it saddened him a small amount, to be throwing away items connected to a past he did not know. He figured, in a way, that maybe getting rid of them could offer some sense of reality. But... it left him feeling slightly empty. More so than before. The Paragon thought rampant on this as he idled around his cell rather mindlessly, staring at things without really seeing them. It wasn’t until pink optics caught the sight of reflecting metal that he was brought from his trance, immediately moving towards the shining object with no hesitation. Paws lifted up a light dagger, hilted with a beautiful rose and plated in gold. It was a breathtaking sight, but the things that really convulsed his chest were the memories that seemed to spring from the dagger as soon as he touched it. In barely a second, his world was refracted into a mosiac of unknown animals, of faces and voices he just now remembered. The names Duchess and Alcibiades made themselves known to the direwolf, soon to be followed by Jupiter and Softpaw. He knew them now to be his family, Duchess his half-sister, Alcibiades a friend but close enough to call brother, both Jupiter and Softpaw littermates. It was painful, to him, joyfully painful for his mind to be full of something fresh. Something he had experienced. A tear fell fresh to his creamy cheeks, all the happiness and joy an animal could hold bounding inside his skin. The longer he held the dagger, the more the names came, filling and setting into his mind like cement. Assassin. Koday. Karma. Mads. Abathur. Rosalie. He was glee with joy even after the last name came through, though slightly bittered to the fact that none of the names included any specific memories tied to them. Practically effervescent and a mess of happy tears, he picked up a sheath that had formerly been covered by the dagger, attaching it to his left hind leg before sliding the weapon into its new home.
A happy sigh expressed from him as he made his way to a mirror, chancing up the courage to look at himself. To see a real outer appearance for the first time was strange... almost breathtaking, really. Sure, he had seen his legs and tail, the general shit. But he hadn’t glimpsed upon the full dexterity of his body. Creamy fur stretched its way across his body, aligned against a rather skinny frame. Eyes with hues of pink and splattered only slightly with gold stared back at him. He was... pretty. Feminine, on the end, but that did not bother him in the least. He found himself admiring the little things: the pink lace choker wrapped around his neck and accented by a creamy bow, the many golden piercings embedded into his nose and ears, golden bands he had only slightly noticed set upon his front right leg and tail, and, of course, the sheathed dagger to complete his looks. He was happy. He was fulfilled. And finally, now, he could say his full name with confidence, his voice filling the empty space in a short two words, “Perry Darling,”
[ okayy i meant for this to be extremely sad and angsty, but it ended up taking a happier note... which is good i guess lol. basically, in short explanation, perry gains and will gain some of his memories through touching objects, though only a little at a time. in this, of course, he ends up finding a rose hilted dagger ( X ) he carried around before he died, and regained knowledge of names he previously had not known. this ended up kinda shorter than i expected, hitting exactly 800 words but oh well! i’m happy with it. no need to reply by the way, this is just a oneshot to show his slow memory regaining uwu ]
