hauntedsavior: (omnipresent endless knot)
Anna Amarande ([personal profile] hauntedsavior) wrote in [community profile] deernet2021-11-15 09:04 pm

002 // text; username: grollschwert

cw: chronic illness, ruminations on death

Fun one for you tonight.

[this message comes in the middle of the night, when no one in their right mind should be awake. but that's never stopped anna. she can't sleep, and if flynn and ruby and everybody are right then she has to at least try not to keep this stuff inside her at all times. sorrow's silence we needn't bear, or whatever.]

You know a girl. Her body is breaking down and her meds are failing her.
She has years left. Maybe months, if it gets worse.
But something happens, and she gets access to amazing new technology. Things that prevent her body from attacking itself.
Things that stop her timer from ticking faster than everyone else's.
Great, right?
You get to know her better. You entertain her little crush on you. Maybe you like her back a little and maybe things aren't gonna be so bad.

But one day, you do something.
Something that sets off a chain of events that you couldn't have predicted. Not in a million years.
Small things collide into medium things collide into big huge massive things.
And after the butterfly version of you is done flapping its wings, she doesn't have access to that technology anymore.
She's back on the timer.

She doesn't know you did anything.
She never finds out.
You can't bring yourself to tell her, and she wouldn't believe it if you did.

She barely recognizes you anymore, by the end of it.
Her family finds your name on her phone and invites you to pay respects.

Do you still go to her funeral?

Did you kill her?
peripheries: (at least be human)

text; un: tabris

[personal profile] peripheries 2021-11-16 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
why did you do it?
peripheries: (its only teenage wasteland)

[personal profile] peripheries 2021-11-16 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
Was the world worth it?
peripheries: (chairitable)

[personal profile] peripheries 2021-11-16 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
You sacrificed so much and didn't even get to see the outcome. Life is like that, isn't it? Perhaps fate was all predetermined.
peripheries: (ode to joyed)

[personal profile] peripheries 2021-11-16 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Even if it was, most of us would likely never know.

Was there a funeral? Or did you leave before that happened?
peripheries: (my purest heart  4 u now kill me :))

[personal profile] peripheries 2021-11-16 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Did it help? My understanding is that humans have funerals to try and cope with the loss around them. More for the living than the one who is dead.

It must have made you happy, knowing how she thought of you...?
peripheries: (chairitable)

[personal profile] peripheries 2021-11-16 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[That would be correct. He's not subtle about it.]

I never really understood how it was supposed to. But I've never been to one either.

And really? It means you meant something to her in the end. To be thought of when you aren't there... seems like proof her feelings were strong.


[He also moonlights as a projector sometimes]
peripheries: (ode to joyed)

[personal profile] peripheries 2021-11-16 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe. Humans are unpredictable and they contradict themselves. Their feelings are mysterious, even to themselves.

Hah. Because they seek connection. If she still had your number, it means that there was still a connection there that she couldn't leave behind. And hearts are way humans express their affection.
peripheries: (at least be human)

[personal profile] peripheries 2021-11-16 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's just going to... sit there. Looking at his phone. Not comprehending why his words may have hit her so hard. He was just stating the obvious, right? How can such words illicit a reaction such as this.]
peripheries: (chairitable)

[personal profile] peripheries 2021-11-19 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Memory is important, it makes us what who we are. It is not so easily erased.

[It's his own turn to pause.]

I was sent to observe. Humans just live their lives.
peripheries: (the blue sky knocks on the heart's door)

[personal profile] peripheries 2021-11-20 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Not unless they also aimed to erase the entire soul, leaving them nothing but a husk.

Hah. Well, I do not know if it was years, but I did see someone completely refuse to see the reality of her situation despite how obvious the problem was. Or perhaps, she simply did not want to admit the problem even if she knew the truth in her heart.
peripheries: (my purest heart  4 u now kill me :))

[personal profile] peripheries 2021-11-20 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
...

[It takes him awhile to (sorta) get it.]

Only obvious in that I have seen humans act that way before. In that way, maybe it's best not to blame yourself and instead chalk it up to the very nature of being human.
peripheries: (its only teenage wasteland)

[personal profile] peripheries 2021-11-20 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm an Angel, a messenger on a pre-ordained quest. Though, due to the meddling of humanity, my soul has been forced into this human-shaped form so I can live amongst them.

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