#telamonfictive

[fictionkinfessions]

I had my lore wrong before. I know now. And now I feel kind of embarrassed for ever being wrong. I think I have it right, now. God damnit.

-Telamon. Forsaken Fictive. #sharkfeed.

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[fictionkinfessions]

When I look at Shedletsky, I don't see myself. Even though he is, I know; me. Not the exact same, obviously, or this wouldn't be an issue I'm having. But he is me. And despite it, I don't see me when I look at him.

I know, generally, my timeline of events. I know I became him, in some way, but that feels like a section of my life I don't have access too. And I suppose that makes sense, really; it's not my life, it's Shedletsky's.

I don't know what to do. This is uncomfortable.

-TELAMON. Forsaken Fictive. #sharkfeed

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[fictionkinfessions]

Sips beverage. What the fuck is going on, even.

From what I know; I was Telamon. I am Telamon. Shed myself like snake skin and became Shedletsky. The parts of me that I didn't keep became, I think, the bones (not literally) of 1x. Not in a real, tangible sense; more metaphysical. Like the outline of someone who will eventually be made. A space reserved for you. Don't really remember much else. Which is massively inconvenient. And there's nothing to say what I remember currently is true.

We lived in a very weird world, didn't we. You are a god, purely by happenstance, and everyone else has to live in fear of you. You can unmake and bring people back at will. Absurdism, that's what that is. Ridiculous. But I guess maybe it's a little unfair to talk so miserably about myself. The man who had everything, right? Victories and infinite time. Infinite reach.

Wish I still had my wings, so I could stretch them out. We sit in shrimp position a lot and it's really taking a toll on our back. Not having to be afraid so often would be pretty neat too, but what can you do.

-TELAMON. Forsaken Fictive. #sharkfeed

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