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"I don’t do fortune-telling anymore, so if you’ve summoned me for that, do run along.”
A.A. Milne, Pooh’s Little Instruction Book
I actually really want to roleplay violent things. Even a forceful relationship. I don’t mind. I want to roleplay everything. Be it good things or bad things. Throw things at my character, slap them, hug them, kiss them, say mean things about them, anything, really. Make me cry, make me laugh. I really just want to roleplay all kinds of things.
' i need his help. what’s with all the questions, curious george? ‘
' well if i know the location of this crowley, it's my right to know if letting you know is good or bad. '
“Anyone ever tell you you’re incredibly cryptic?"
An understatement, really, considering most of the conversation on Tegan’s end had been spent making more or less uneducated guesses and yet, she was no closer to figuring any of it out. At least things hadn’t gotten boring yet, and she supposed that was some silver lining; albeit a frustrating one.
There was an ever so slight amused undertone to her voice now, even though she remained wary.
“By definition, I’d still say that makes you somewhat special in comparison to the others. Any chance you’ll just t e l l me who you are or will I have to keep trying to solve riddles?”
"All part of the job description."
He gave a small smile, amused. Gods were always deemed fairly cryptic, dishing out puzzling words of advice. He was no different, and her words only reminded him of a past full of being summoned to reveal futures for those desperate enough to demand them. But just because of his lessened status, he was no less inclined to be more straight-forward. Guessing- games were all part of the fun.
"Then I shall consider it a compliment. Do you really want to know? What if the revelation presents a danger? Have you considered you might be safer not knowing?"
' i'm lookin' for him. '
' i figured. why? '
Eternal life, (they say it is) the ultimate gift;
but to live forever, is to
D I E
ten thousand times.
The longer you live, the more you will lose, you will have to watch everyone you have ever loved, D I E.
{ There is N O T H I N G
in this world to fill an eternity. }
"I don't do fortune-telling anymore, so if you've summoned me for that, do run along."
--- i apologize for disappearing from this blog the last few days. turns out, i might have shingles. i'll be posting an open, but anyone is welcome to come plot~
William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
T I M E
Has a way to
t a k e more
Than it
Brings
That too is familiar, but it still doesn’t lessen the sting that those words carry. It makes him feel inferior, as if there’s somehow something wrong with the way he is now; that he isn’t good enough and never will be good enough because of his reluctance to change. It is his fault, really, that he’s resigned himself into the belief that this is as good as things will get, is content enough with the occasional happiness it brings. And he can’t help the sigh that escapes him, nor the way his gaze slides downwards to rest on the ground. He’s hardly a topic he likes being discussed.
"—My living is what I enjoy.”
That’s what he’s convinced himself of, anyway.
"You shouldn't lie to yourself."
It's not working. He can see that, and he exhales softly, feeling the shift in the air, noting the change in the hum of the threads surrounding the man. He misses the days when he could have snapped his fingers and rearranged a man's thoughts, a man's entire life. Now he only has his excess knowledge and tendrils of power to give his subtle influence, with the faint hope it works.
"But I know what you're thinking -- what's this random stranger got to do with my life; what's his opinion got to do with anything? Sort of rude of me, isn't it? Barging in. I don't know you, you don't know me. Sometimes though, it takes a stranger to make us stop and think."
”You speak as if we met before but more so like we’ve done it more than once. Either we have and I don’t remember. Or you’re someone who possesses a special ability around time. The latter is most likely.”
"Observant. But that's to be expected of your kind. If you're wondering, no, we have not met yet in this version of the timeline -- this is the first, so you're not forgetting anything. But calling it a 'special ability' would be.. an understatement."
' you know what? i don’t have time for this. you ever heard of a guy called crowley? ‘
' maybe i have, maybe i haven't. how does it concern you? '