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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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THIS PUTS ME AT A DISADVANTAGE, THEN
YOU KNOW WHO I AM, AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU ARE
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1 4M T3R3Z1 PYROP3, D3SC3ND4NT OF TH3 GR34T3ST OF L3G1SL4C3R4TORS
3XC3PT R34LLY NOT 4S GR34T 4S 4LL TH4T
1'M JUST 4 FR13ND OF K4RK4T'S
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HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN IN VATHEON?
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JUST 4 F3W D4YS
1T'S V3RY CL4SSY HOW TH3Y THROW 4 W3LCOM1NG P4RTY
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IN ANY CASE, I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR TIME HERE.
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YOU'R3 4 R34L BR34TH OF FR3SH 41R
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I SUPPOSE?
EITHER WAY, WELCOME
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MY W3LCOM3 NOW F33LS QU1T3 COMPL3T3 >:]