Tiltjuice wrote:Trying to break a writer's block plus re-reading a couple of excellent, excellent second-person narratives on FFNET led to this.The whitewash clashes with the muddy brown in the clear plastic cup. It's an absurd thought, but it goes away easily. The straightforwardness that you bring to any encounter helps a great deal with focusing and re-centering yourself.
A quick sip from the specimen container leads into a furrow of a coppery brow at the god sitting next to you. It's not in any way a mark of criticism or disbelief (that would be the questioning arch). It's amusement that drives your expression now, at one of the many stories conjured up during the time you've spent here. A long while, as well; as you predicted, the sun is starting to come up, though the light is weak still in late winter. And in a sense, you can identify with that.
Ever since you quit, you've been adrift. Not knowing what to do or where to go has been quite a shock to the system. You were never a believer. Not in the way that the rambunctious, lively blonde was. Or even - a sharp chuckle escapes you, though you disguise it as choking on a mouthful of coffee - the mild-mannered one you recruited. There's something holding you back. But not the aristocrat. So what is it? It doesn't matter.
For now - like the sun and the season - it's beyond your control.
With time, you'll figure it out.
And so - you turn back to the one next to you, and consider. Just as ageless as you once were. One of the few who's willing to watch Time fly by on invisible wings. Whatever there is between you, and however much there is of it, you conclude, mostly boils down to the night in the warehouse. You're not one for symbolism, usually. Blunt is as blunt thinks. But there's something to be said for your acceptance of his true form, and the way he chose to enter.
Was it Fate's way of showing you that maybe amorphousness might not be such a bad thing? They're both so capricious that you think it just might. The paragon of determinism, suggesting that self-direction is the top of the charts. An ironic grin curves your lips, and this time you don't bother hiding it.
Stop godmoddimg me!!!
Very nicely written.