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caughtinanetwork2012-11-14 11:22 pm
onlyasign) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-11-14 11:22 pm
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[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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Uhhh.
[He thinks for a moment. He really is trying here! But this is not the type of conversation he normally has. But for a friend, he'll try.]
I think they'd all be fronting like... a motherfucker gotta face up at what judgement be on his husk after he does fuckin' kick it permanent-wise. But that judgement be theirs to motherfuckin' hand out, yeah? So until you be before your personal fuckin' riddle box, you ain't gotta get your worry on at that. Just gotta be the best motherfucker you think what you can all be, listen at your fuckin' friends cause they be the motherfuckers what be there for you and uh...
[what else, what else]
Slam a motherfuckin' Faygo!
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Then perhaps we should share another Faygo sometime.
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You know a motherfucker would always be fuckin' down with that. Any fuckin' time what you all want.