| Sensation (Pre-Trojan War / Tyche) |
[12 Jan 2008|06:47pm] |
It still felt unusual to him, this place. Home but not home. Hands tracing the spot where his chair had been, his favorite chair. No longer. Most anything that was wood had been looted from the building. For fireword? Something else? On his knees in front of the spot Prometheus could find no traces. Not even a whisper of it. Eternity was what he'd been prepared for, but eternity was something else. Eternity erased all messages, all remembrances, and what did it leave behind? Eternity was existing in the face of your own destruction. There was nothing left here. Not really. His sight had told him it would be true. Maybe he hadn't been ready to believe it, hadn't wanted to believe it. The truth didn't have patience for romantic points of view. The truth didn't wait for him to prepare himself. Holding tight to those memories, it left him to stumble forward into whatever was left of time.
There weren't many options left to him, were there?
( Start over. )
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| Not in Dreams, Not Quite Awake [Morpheus/2000] |
[12 Jan 2008|11:22pm] |
Makaria shouldn't have been nervous as there wasn't really a reason to. It'd been months since she dreamed about him... Literally. He was there. He was a God that made dreams, or helped make them, or.. Well it got confusing. But she was still nervous about it. They'd left each other notes. Happened by the other once or twice awkwardly but didn't have time to say much. He'd even left her this really pretty star shaped jar filled with sand.. The simple note left with it said Remember. And she had? Oh she had. She thanked the heavens for remembering it. Even if it made her even MORE nervous. What was she going to say? What was she going to do? Did she look nice enough? Did she smell nice? Was she wearing the right clothes?
London was cold. Even in the sunshine. The form fitting pea-coat that was blue instead of black was nice. And when she'd looked at herself in the mirror she thought she looked nice. But was nice enough? The jeans, the nice dress shirt.. They were pretty. They were stylish. They were.. Well. it was cold! Her hair was down today. He liked it down didn't he? He'd played with it. IN THE DREAM. God what was she going to do.
( Hyde Park, London England. She'd never been here before... )
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