Post by Katpride on Dec 31, 2022 23:47:27 GMT
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“Perhaps.” Lark finds their gaze drawn to the mouse crawling around atop the book on effigies. They wonder if breaking the timeline would be equally as or more disastrous than pulling the world into the devouring void. Either way, they have to imagine that existence would start breaking down in a major way. And maybe it would be life, but it wouldn’t be living, if they had to carry on in a broken world with the knowledge that it was all their own fault.
So they consider her other proposal; their death could be the good ending. Lark is no stranger to causality - they’ve definitely been there to nudge events into motion in one place and watch the effects snowball out. They’re pretty sure they might’ve accidentally become the origin of the peace sign, among thousands of adjustments the timeline had already accounted for by the time they thought to make them.
But that’s the catch, isn’t it; they’ll never get to see everything that spirals out afterwards. It could be good or bad or nothing or everything, and they would never know.
Maybe if they pretend to have accepted their fate, they can break out of it when the universe isn’t looking. A good trickster always has an escape route.
Lark realizes they’ve been staring at the mouse for eighteen seconds, when they blink back into reality and remember to avert their gaze. Their internal clock ticks on, settling back to a faint awareness they can ignore after that reminder. They snap their book shut with a decisive movement and summon up their best grin. “Hey, no use worrying about the inevitable.”
They’ve been sitting around too long - they feel it like an itch under their skin, restlessness gnawing at their heels. They bounce to their feet in a flutter of skirts and silver hair. Their skirt catches on the ladder but they pay no mind as a small piece of the worn hem tears off. Their attention is once more fixed on the girl as they shake their hands out, a few stray sparks skittering across their fingers.
“I think I’ll get going soon. But before I do that, is there anything I can do for a fellow Nobody?” They consider her with a measuring eye, their earlier vulnerability swept away once more. “Consider it a favor in return for talking your ear off. You're a good listener, but I do tend to go on.”
“Perhaps.” Lark finds their gaze drawn to the mouse crawling around atop the book on effigies. They wonder if breaking the timeline would be equally as or more disastrous than pulling the world into the devouring void. Either way, they have to imagine that existence would start breaking down in a major way. And maybe it would be life, but it wouldn’t be living, if they had to carry on in a broken world with the knowledge that it was all their own fault.
So they consider her other proposal; their death could be the good ending. Lark is no stranger to causality - they’ve definitely been there to nudge events into motion in one place and watch the effects snowball out. They’re pretty sure they might’ve accidentally become the origin of the peace sign, among thousands of adjustments the timeline had already accounted for by the time they thought to make them.
But that’s the catch, isn’t it; they’ll never get to see everything that spirals out afterwards. It could be good or bad or nothing or everything, and they would never know.
Maybe if they pretend to have accepted their fate, they can break out of it when the universe isn’t looking. A good trickster always has an escape route.
Lark realizes they’ve been staring at the mouse for eighteen seconds, when they blink back into reality and remember to avert their gaze. Their internal clock ticks on, settling back to a faint awareness they can ignore after that reminder. They snap their book shut with a decisive movement and summon up their best grin. “Hey, no use worrying about the inevitable.”
They’ve been sitting around too long - they feel it like an itch under their skin, restlessness gnawing at their heels. They bounce to their feet in a flutter of skirts and silver hair. Their skirt catches on the ladder but they pay no mind as a small piece of the worn hem tears off. Their attention is once more fixed on the girl as they shake their hands out, a few stray sparks skittering across their fingers.
“I think I’ll get going soon. But before I do that, is there anything I can do for a fellow Nobody?” They consider her with a measuring eye, their earlier vulnerability swept away once more. “Consider it a favor in return for talking your ear off. You're a good listener, but I do tend to go on.”