un: timaeusTestified | text | Birthday Boy

[givehead]

Turning 21 has been a completely underrated experience. I was expecting the blackout and loss of time. Even the warping to a new place isn't out of the realm of estimated probability.

But being genetically altered is a plot twist. I assume it is so we can fuck the monsters.

I call dibs on the raven dude.

cw: looots of kink/fetish/nsfw jokes/conversation going on in this here post.

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[creidim]

[ It certainly isn't an easy choice. It's one she knows she'll have to live with. There were no winners in such a choice. Either she left her world behind, or she left the people she loved here behind. Someone would lose either way, perhaps Luna the most.

There's a long pause at his question. She's thoughtful, frowning down at the words. It's certainly something she's come across before, in a way. The Wastes back in Deerington, when they'd died — they'd turned out to be the Sleepers themselves, alternative versions of themselves, the different forks in the road. ]

I don't, no. I've never found out.

I'm aware of the fact that in some worlds, I'm actually a character within a book series written for children. I've even met someone who's quite a fan, here in Trench. It's likely my fate is written in those books, although I don't know if what's written might be the case for me back home.

I don't know if I want to know, or not. If I've died, then it would certainly confirm I'd made the right choice in coming here. But if I'd lived?

[ She remembers what Peter had asked her: Would you hate yourself if you stay? She still doesn't have a real answer for that question. ]

Perhaps it's best I never find out.