canon memory regains for limelight_stage

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🖤 all clip links should link to google drive. these do not like to work on mobile.
🖤 [ name ] means the name has not been said in the memory. once the parenthesis is gone their name has been said. until then it's the first time they've seen something they won't know their name
🖤 Watching the clips is the best option, but I am updating to a written format which should give all needed information.
🖤 Every memory will have at minimum a hint of hearing/feeling others near him telepathically and will be elaborated on if it's more intense.
🖤 Unless otherwise talked about, please assume his name is blurred out of memories! Most of the time it is ANYWAY so if it isn't it's blurred out with just calling him Teen because that's funny.
🖤 AU Memories can be found here.



1. let my song teach you
2. i don't understand what's happening right now
3. it's nice to see you again billy
4. agatha's trial
5. you are the magician
6. i want you to know who i am because i love you too
7. am i killing this boy so my brother can live? (family is forever)
8. i do not want to poke the bear
9. the boy as promised
10. if you're waiting for a charcuterie
11. the old maximoff genes
12. your lifeline is broken in two
13. coven two

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MEM7 — am i killing this boy so my brother can live?

[restitui]

performance: dame's heartbreak
memory item: heart stressball, squeeze to view
uses: unlimited, viewed
memory suggestion: heartbreak
shared with: forte, goose
summary: agatha and billy are in the morgue and agatha tells him to blast her. he refuses, so she goes a different route to end things - she tells him to sit and that they're going to find tommy. the experience is as painful as finding a new body for your brother as you think it is.

links: 4mins, , this also technically includes the final goodbye scene in wv there's no way i'm writing this as impactfully as i can, so please watch the clip!!


🖤 You find yourself in a morgue and you are in a hospital gown. So is [ Agatha ]. Above you purple-ish glow lights tick down the time. You are in a trial. And moments before someone else was in this trial, too. You stare at the spot where she had been. "Where did she go? Agatha?!"
💙 Agatha adjusts her top and throws a strand of hair back. Where you were panicking she seems unbothered as she answers you, "The Road gave her what she's missing. And now she's gone. This can end right here, right now. I came here for power. You have power." You shake your head in disbelief. "Juice me up."
🖤 "So you get what you're missing and I'm left here to rot?" You demand, " - or worse? You take all my power." The implication is there. If she does that she will kill you.
💙 "I wouldn't," she tries. You're having none of it. "Liar!" You shout. Above you two lights flicker off. "I won't." You get closer to her face for this one, "Liar." Two more lights tick off.
🖤 "Sit down," she tells you. It's a change in conversation so you ask, "Why?" You glance away noticing as two more lights tick down.
💙 Agatha moves to sit first, "We're going to find your brother."
🖤 "What?" You stare down at her. You don't believe her. You want to believe her. You can't trust her. You don't move.
💙 "That's what you want, right?" Agatha inquires knowingly, "Tommy isn't waiting out there. Not in a body, Anyway. That's what got Rio in such a tizzy. She thinks you can do it for him."
🖤 "Do what?" Your own question is immediate but in your heart - you must know. It's why Agatha sounds annoyed as she explains, "Give him another life! Another spin around the dance floor!" You breathe out, "You think I can bring Tommy back?" It's a question and a statement. Agatha huffs and nods.
💙 You shake your head, "I don't know how I did it."
🖤 "You never do," she comments, patting the space in front of her and ordering, "time to grow up." You hesitate and then you sit on your knees before her.
💙 "Close your eyes," she instructs you, voice gentler now. A light ticks and you close your eyes. "Your last moments with Tommy. Tell me."
🖤 "I don't remember anything," you grit in frustration.
💙 "You do. It's there," she coaxes - you shake your head, "try. You were ten. You lived in Westview. You and your brother -"
🖤 It comes to you before she finishes. Your mother and I are so proud of you both, your father's voice echoes in your mind, a distant memory. Boys, thanks for choosing me to be your mom, your mother's addition is tearful, a last look at her sons. Above it all is the sound of breathing. Tommy.
💙"I was - about to fall asleep," you start, comforted by the sound of your brother's breathing, "I realize - I'm breathing at the same time as Tommy. He's not snoring, but it's heavy enough to listen to. It's nice. The feeling when your body knows it's safe."
🖤 "Breathe with him," Agatha instructs once more and obediently you take a deep breath - gain the rhythm from that memory. You stop momentarily even as you hear it and feel it - Tommy's breathing. "Breathe," Agatha orders.
💙 "The sound of him - It stops because everything else does," you tell her. There's a quiet welling of panic as you hear it - the whirling sound of a collapsing world.
🖤 "That's your mother folding her world. That's okay. It's okay," Agatha tells you, trying to keep you calm.
💙 "We have said goodbye before, so it stands to reason - " " - We'll say hello again." It's your parents. You can hear them because you hear everything. Their heartfelt, sorrowful goodbye as the world shrinks further and further.
🖤 "You keep breathing," Agatha continues. Tommy's breath becomes your focus. "Even if you can't hear him you don't have to open your eyes to know how close he is. Breathing together." His breath is a roar in your mind, louder with each sharp intake. "You breathe for yourself. You breathe for everything he is. You hold it all inside of you, but it can't stay there. The memories, the feelings, you can't keep them. Keep your eyes closed. No matter what."
💙 The breathing is loud. You breathe heavily too. When she grasps you on both sides of your skull you give a startled cry - You can feel the change in the air. The electricity as it shorts out. It's magick. You do not open your eyes. And though you feel the crackling pops, you do not notice as your mind - your sole focus remains on the breathing. On Tommy.
🖤 It's painful. You grunt for bursts of air. Agatha's fingers dig into your skull. She's more commanding now - urgent. "You can't keep him. So where does he go?"
💙 "I don't know!" You cry out, nearly hyperventilating as you rock back and forth. "Find him a place!" She continues to command.
🖤 "It's black!"The world is empty save for the last lingering red of magick, sound muffled. "There's nothing!"
💙 "He floats. He looks down," she guides you - or tries - and it's everything you can to concentrate on her voice. It's painful as you grasp at her arms, breathing heavily. "What does he see?"
🖤 "He's afraid!" You declare. The world still feels empty and warbled, but there's movement. "Oh but he has you with him now," She reminds you, a touch shrilly. You rock back and forth, gritting out, "I can't find him a place."
💙"Oh don't give me that! A hundred and twenty bodies empty out every minute!" She tells you as you gasp for breath, an unrelenting mistress in this task, "find one!"
🖤 There. You're underwater. And then you're not. You're a boy looking down at the pool - Before you can do anything someone pushes you in. "It's underwater! There's a boy. It's a prank - they tricked him," you pant as you see it. As you experience it. A boy surrounded by others who fling water in his direction as one pushes his head into the water, not letting him come up for air. "He's going to down! It's a bad place."
💙 "Oh, it usually is," Agatha agrees. You feel him drowning. You feel him struggling. He can't breathe - You can't breathe. "The people - the family - there's no one to love him! He's got no one."
🖤 He stops struggling.
💙 "Agatha!"You cry. His last moments. He was dead. "Am I killing this boy so my brother can live?" It's a strangled sound. Heartbroken. Confused. And then the boy - Tommy - is pulling himself up to breathe and at the same moment you give a heartwrenching scream as the vision ends.

🖤 Would he kill to save his brother? (He's afraid of that answer. He knows the answer.)

— family is forever

[restitui]

also writing out the goodbye scene. for reference it's here from 0:31-2:31 with the agatha all along flavor

💙 you're ten. you live in westview, you and your brother -
🖤 your mother is tucking you into bed, she smiles fondly at you as she does. you smile back, but there's a heaviness in the air. your mind feels funny - it's felt funny all day. there's too many voice. almost every single one of them are in pain, they're hurting. even your parents who are now thinking about what they must do, the right thing to do. you smile bacck as she wraps her arms around you.
💙 your father sits on the bed across from you with your brother - your twin - taking his hand. you watch them as your mother ducks her head. "big day today," your father tells your brother and then looks between the two of you, but stops on your mother, your mother and i are... so proud of you both."
🖤 "very proud," she agrees with a solemn nod. there are unmistakable tears in your parents eyes. you and your brother share a look between them. you know, even if they won't say. you both know, even though tommy can't read minds like you can.
💙 "you know," your mother reminds you petting the top of your head, "a family is forever. we could never truly leave each other, even if we tried. you know that right?" she looks at you brother who nods, looking down. then turns back to you as she presses a final kiss to your forehead. your father does the same with tommy before the two trade places.
🖤 good night, chaps, your father says and his tone does not hide it. the pair go to the door to your room for one last final look. for the first time - or maybe you've heard it all along but it's louder now - you hear the whirring sound of something slowly collapsing. or, to you, it's the thousands of voices that are rapidly becoming quiet to your mind. like the world is stopping.
💙 "boys," your mother speaks once more, "thanks for choosing me to be your mom." the pair of you smile at her and then she takes one shaky breath as she turns off the light, one last glimpse, and then she shuts the door behind them.
🖤 "good night, billy," your brother says after he turned away in his blankets.
💙 "good night, tommy," you answer back, but you do not fall asleep. tommy doesn't fall asleep either. his breathing is heavy, but it's nice to listen to. you feel safe.
🖤 even though you hear it. the world gets quieter and quieter. it stops. it ceases to exist as the voices do, as the whirring sound comes closer and closer. it feels like a steam engine now. but - above it all you hear your brother...
💙 and you hear your parents as they say goodbye. in your mind, they're loud. they're loud and pained and grieving. he tries to tell her that he read that saying good bye in the dark was bad luck, she teases him, and he changes - no, he just wanted to see her clearly.
🖤 "wanda, i know we can't stay like this, but before i go... i feel i must know. what am i?" "you, vision, are the piece of the mindstone that lives in me. you are a body of wires and blood and bone that i created. you are my sadness and my hope, but mostly you are my love."
💙 the emotions are palpable. a tender sorrow that you breathe in with, like you would with tommy's breathing. heavy.
🖤 "i have been a voice with no body. a body but not human... but now, a memory made real. who knows what i might be next?" a fluttering of hope admist the sadness. and what of you who weren't real to begin with?
💙 tommy breathes and you feel safe. you can feel your father's worry - fear, trepidation - increasing and you know why. the world is so much more silent now. the strange collapsing is almost there it won't be long now -
🖤 your father sighs. "we have said goodbye before, so it stands to reason -"
💙 "we'll say hello again."
🖤 and then it's there. there is no more sound. there is no more anything. you can hear tommy's breathing for a moment longer but then there's -



nothing.

( or is there nothing? )

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