warisart: (!Upwards Over the Mountain)
Ben / X5-493 ([personal profile] warisart) wrote in [personal profile] versusnurture 2015-05-23 07:37 am (UTC)

...She threw away the bottle.

[And just like that he is sure of himself again; not of the story, not for where it is going, because he never really is. He just opens his mouth and speaks, and whatever words are born are what they are.

A small correction, though, a moment later:
] She broke the bottle, and let time scatter as it would. It fell in waves and crests everywhere on the ground, well within the creature's reach should it find itself wanting, but she did not want to be the one responsible for it anymore.

Which is when it happened: to her perception, the creature no longer aged. This was not, of course, the case: the creature still aged. But she aged with it and so she did not notice until one day it laid down and sighed its last breath and she realized - she realized that she had been aging with it.

And the next morning it rose up again, just as it always had. And she loved it, just as she always had.

And it loved her, not as it always had, but more - because she made herself like it, and it no longer feared that one day, it would not be able to rise again to greet her.

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