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caughtinanetwork2012-11-14 11:22 pm
onlyasign) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-11-14 11:22 pm
video;
[When the SFC turns on, it's pointed towards the ocean, and it stays there for a few moments, just recording the waves rolling in and out, the soft sounds of the water, the occasional cry of a seabird. Then someone clears their throat, and starts speaking quietly. Those who have heard him speak before will recognize Sufferer's voice.]
I've been thinking about time lately, and how its path is not linear and seems to follow no set pattern. Sometimes, when there's a moment you want to cling to with everything you have, it flickers past, here and then gone; and then when there's something you want to rush through, it lingers, and minutes become hours, and hours days, days weeks, and so on.
The only thing consistent about time is that it passes.
Until it doesn't.
[There's a sigh, and the SFC turns so it's pointing towards Sufferer's face. He looks tired, like he does most of the time now, the bags under his eyes staining his skin like bruises. The flesh on his face hangs off the bones, deep lines that were never there before framing either side of his mouth.]
[He still has the orange stitches on his cloak, though.]
I've died, twice. Once here, where I revived five days later, and once in my own world, where I woke up here. In one instance, the time between passed quickly, full of light and love and beauty, and in the other, it lasted for lifetimes, lifetimes in the darkness, in the spaces between the stars.
[He shrugs.]
So tell me, Vatheon... which one was the true death? Which one showed me the truth about time, and which was the lie?
I've been thinking about time lately, and how its path is not linear and seems to follow no set pattern. Sometimes, when there's a moment you want to cling to with everything you have, it flickers past, here and then gone; and then when there's something you want to rush through, it lingers, and minutes become hours, and hours days, days weeks, and so on.
The only thing consistent about time is that it passes.
Until it doesn't.
[There's a sigh, and the SFC turns so it's pointing towards Sufferer's face. He looks tired, like he does most of the time now, the bags under his eyes staining his skin like bruises. The flesh on his face hangs off the bones, deep lines that were never there before framing either side of his mouth.]
[He still has the orange stitches on his cloak, though.]
I've died, twice. Once here, where I revived five days later, and once in my own world, where I woke up here. In one instance, the time between passed quickly, full of light and love and beauty, and in the other, it lasted for lifetimes, lifetimes in the darkness, in the spaces between the stars.
[He shrugs.]
So tell me, Vatheon... which one was the true death? Which one showed me the truth about time, and which was the lie?
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[It's cool, Sola, there's something wrong with him too.]
Can you explain that a little further?
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[He cringes a little.]
I just thought that it's because I'm not normal.
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[Even in the depths of his own sadness, Sufferer can't be cruel or brusque with his adopted replica elf kid.]
If you're not normal, then I'm not either, because I saw the darkness too.
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[He looks a little desperately at his trolldad.]
There's nothing wrong with you, you're wonderful.
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[He tries to smile. It's a sad imitation of his previous high-wattage beaming, but at least it's there.]
And you're wonderful too. Don't let anyone tell you any different.
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Damnit he's not going to cry, he cries too much already.]
Can I come up there with you?
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Take off your boots before you come in the water, though.
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[It takes a little while for Sola to show up. He's missing his usual array of weaponry, his baldric, even his gloves, dressed just in the tunic, undershirt, and tights. Obediently, he removes his boots before joining his dad in the water, yelping very quietly at the low temperature as he suffels his way to Sufferer and promptly slides his arms around the troll's waist in a tight hug.]
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Hey there.
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[Really there wasn't anything much he wanted to talk about specifically, Sola simply feels better about most things in Signless' presence, even given his new low-key attitude and moments of downturn. But.. it's alright. For once, Sola understands. He knows what it's like to come back from the dead and the doubt and fear and confusion that goes with it. And he knows what to do because Signless did it for him when he'd returned.
He keeps his arms around his father, comforting and supportive even as much as they seek those things from him.]
You know, maybe the neverending light is the right one. You said the other time was like going between stars, right? Maybe you're just remembering traveling back to here? Sometimes things can feel like forever even if they're not, and Vatheon could be really far away from your world, right? So it's possible.
[Simple solution from a simple mind.]
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[His arms abruptly tighten hard around Sola, and he hides his face against his shoulder.]
Thank you, son. Thank you.
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I-It's just a thought I had.
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[Sufferer leans back a little, so he can see Sola's face, and cups one metal hand against the replica's cheek. He smiles, and for just a moment, the Sufferer is gone and it's only Signless standing there.]
You have a wonderful soul, Sola. Never let anyone or anything change that.
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I won't change if you don't.
[His ears drop back, looking searchingly at his adoptive father's expression for a sign that things can go back to the way they were. He just doesn't want Signless to be sad anymore.]