07-12-2018, 08:40 PM
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It was such a fickle thing, fluid despite how adamantly everyone wanted to advocate for it's linearity. Nothing was as black and white as that, something they were a testament to. The past, future and present all existed on a diagram that was too chaotic for mortal minds to comprehend, a mix up of universes that nearly overlapped each other save for differences of a second, splitting into numbers that were unidentifiable.
They all existed in at least one of them, although with so many splits it was hardly over even one percent of what existed. But it hurt to know that, for each version was different. Each version didn't know them.
There was only one version of their Bubs, no matter how many Bubonicplagues existed in the universe they knew. And their Bubs was gone, locked away in a place that Lirim could not visit anymore.
This Bubonicplague, the one that had arrived on their border, sounded like him, felt like him but... Lirim couldn't hope. They couldn't try to bring up things that didn't exist in this world, couldn't try to bring what they had to an individual who most likely didn't even know who they were. At first they considered leaving, to try and ignore their problems and avoid Bubs as much as they could... but something kept them there, some foolish expectations that would undoubtedly be crushed and hurt them more than they already did.
They were an idiot for falling in love, for falling for someone so good to them. Sometimes they wondered if it would have been better to have not loved at all, a reason why romance was so far from an option for them these days save for instinctual needs. Sex wasn't romance, though. It wasn't love. It wasn't him.
Their evening walk had been intended to calm their racing hearts and thoughts, to bring them clarity upon their situation and a reign over their emotions. It was a time for speculation, to put Bubs in the past and try to forget who he had been and focus on who he was now... but it had been impossible. The longer they walked, the more their thoughts drifted towards him, more so than they ever had before when they were still in a place of comfortable numbness. It was the first reason the walk didn't work, perhaps the main, but what most definitely didn't help was to have the man their thoughts seemed full of to suddenly be in front of them.
He was just as gorgeous as they remembered, not even in terms of body (which changed often given the powers both of them held) but in terms of... him. The aura he exhibited, for a soul was not present. It radiated warmth, it promised them safety... and it took everything they had not to run forward and just kiss him, to wrench themselves out of the past and force themselves to remember the present.
This was not who they knew. This was not him.
The breath in Lirim's throat hitched, paws suddenly frozen to the ground, tail twitching anxiously behind them and rustling the leaves beneath it. A beat passed, then two, and after what felt like an eternity they tried to turn around to leave, to pretend like they hadn't been there at all, oblivious to the fact that Bubonicplague had known they had been coming for minutes now.
It was such a fickle thing, fluid despite how adamantly everyone wanted to advocate for it's linearity. Nothing was as black and white as that, something they were a testament to. The past, future and present all existed on a diagram that was too chaotic for mortal minds to comprehend, a mix up of universes that nearly overlapped each other save for differences of a second, splitting into numbers that were unidentifiable.
They all existed in at least one of them, although with so many splits it was hardly over even one percent of what existed. But it hurt to know that, for each version was different. Each version didn't know them.
There was only one version of their Bubs, no matter how many Bubonicplagues existed in the universe they knew. And their Bubs was gone, locked away in a place that Lirim could not visit anymore.
This Bubonicplague, the one that had arrived on their border, sounded like him, felt like him but... Lirim couldn't hope. They couldn't try to bring up things that didn't exist in this world, couldn't try to bring what they had to an individual who most likely didn't even know who they were. At first they considered leaving, to try and ignore their problems and avoid Bubs as much as they could... but something kept them there, some foolish expectations that would undoubtedly be crushed and hurt them more than they already did.
They were an idiot for falling in love, for falling for someone so good to them. Sometimes they wondered if it would have been better to have not loved at all, a reason why romance was so far from an option for them these days save for instinctual needs. Sex wasn't romance, though. It wasn't love. It wasn't him.
Their evening walk had been intended to calm their racing hearts and thoughts, to bring them clarity upon their situation and a reign over their emotions. It was a time for speculation, to put Bubs in the past and try to forget who he had been and focus on who he was now... but it had been impossible. The longer they walked, the more their thoughts drifted towards him, more so than they ever had before when they were still in a place of comfortable numbness. It was the first reason the walk didn't work, perhaps the main, but what most definitely didn't help was to have the man their thoughts seemed full of to suddenly be in front of them.
He was just as gorgeous as they remembered, not even in terms of body (which changed often given the powers both of them held) but in terms of... him. The aura he exhibited, for a soul was not present. It radiated warmth, it promised them safety... and it took everything they had not to run forward and just kiss him, to wrench themselves out of the past and force themselves to remember the present.
This was not who they knew. This was not him.
The breath in Lirim's throat hitched, paws suddenly frozen to the ground, tail twitching anxiously behind them and rustling the leaves beneath it. A beat passed, then two, and after what felt like an eternity they tried to turn around to leave, to pretend like they hadn't been there at all, oblivious to the fact that Bubonicplague had known they had been coming for minutes now.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden