❝ you have to consider
the possibility that i am
capable of missing my
kin sometimes, caerus. ❞
a blatant lie. it was a well-known fact that
he had the tendency to make these kinds
of unannounced visits to other entities
when humans failed to entertain him only.
❝ how i have fared?
well, to put it simply,
i’ve been terribly dull
these days. but such
a distressing situation
should be put to an
end soon once i finish
preparing my new
’ piece of theater ‘
for mankind. ❞
❝ —— let me see,
a real calamity,
he mused, gaze focusing onto the magical object,
seeming to study it although he lacked the ability
to understand it as time did.
❝ so, whose thread is
this you’re holding?
speaking of which, i’ve always
wondered what mine strike you
as. do tell, have you ever taken
a look at it? ❞
“I highly doubt your sincerity.”
Here came a faint smile, quirking lips just so. The humor did not last, as it rarely did in this form. He was far closer to his non-physical form in this one, and so his emotions were intensely dulled. Still, he was capable of communicating.
“And what have you planned? Care to share your entertainment with one who is nearly as bored?”
Time, the Watcher, was often bored when he did nothing but observe. Being part of them was almost depressing on occasion, but it was far better than watching. That was why the entity could not be found in his little alcove of space.
”You’ll have to wait and see.” The thread slipped from in between his fingers and disappeared into the ether. “This is yours. My memory is poor and I felt the need to find when last you came.” He paused to answer the other question, giving it thought as he hadn’t before.
”Your thread is… heavy. Resilient. Not an easy one to tear if I ever needed to. I imagine it would do it’s best to fight back. But the old threads are often like that… It stings to touch sometimes.”
❝ —— no.
must i always need a reason
to pay my sibling a visit? ❞
an amused smirk, though barely
visible, was offered in response.
it had been a long time since he
last saw the other in his true form,
which was admittedly quite a sight
for sore eyes in comparison to the
pretentiousone (it was, to him) he
often shifted into while attempting
to blend in with the mortals.
❝ seeing you at work
has never ceased to
fascinate me, caerus. ❞
“Perhaps not, but I do cannot see the inner workings of your mind, now can I?”
One brow arched as he turned his full attention on the other. No smile appeared to grace his features. He could not last remember when they had met. He wracked his thoughts to find the moment, but he was forced to reach out to one thread. One appeared in his fingers, filling in blanks in his memory. Ah, yes.
“That display was nothing more than drudgery. Allow me to show you a true spectacle when there’s a real calamity at hand. How have you fared? It’s been long since our last meeting.”
( oh, now that stops her in her tracks.
it isn’t that maggie is awkward — well, she
can be — but simply that she’s not used to
such casual offers. she’s not quite used to
the way he’s so forthright, so candid with
his compliment and his invitation.
she thinks she can’t grow any redder and
yet there, across the apple of her cheeks,
is the increasingly bright flush of rouge.
forget the fact that she’s yet to answer his
question, because what can she say without
sounding absolutely conceited? )
I have the time, but please, don’t feel
as if it’s necessary. You must be a very
( who doesn’t have time for random women
that accost you on the street. )
“Hardly.” He said, amused by the blush that remained on her cheeks. With it and the comment, he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. “I’m not busy at all. I can’t say I ever am. Except for the rare instance, I’ve all the world to go but no place to actually be. I don’t mean to sound at all conceited or pompous…but I guess it is a privilege of being myself.”
He shrugged, and then continued with consideration to her comment even further.
“Besides, I’m asking you. I don’t feel obligated, I just happen to like making friends with people—when the chance arises.”
( she’s still blushing, the colour strawberries
over the creamy expanse of her neck and
cheeks. but now, she smiles a touch, mouth
soft and welcoming as she inclines her head
politely. a hand extends and teeth flash, a line
of straight enamel a brilliant contrast to the
faded pink of her lips.
it isn’t often she’s met with someone quite so
understanding, someone so at ease with her
sudden approach. it’s quite nice, if not a touch
surprising to the blonde. )
—Maggie. Maggie Trent.
It’s a pleasure to meet you, Caerus.
“Lovely name, Maggie. It…fits you. Do you consider yourself a sweet person? Your name certainly evokes that sentiment…”
The blush lends to his comment. He wasn’t meaning to embarrass, or fluster, but the words were out of his mouth before he could think to retract them.
“So…shall we familiarize ourselves truly? There’s a lovely cafe down the corner, if you have the time and would like to join me…?”
”You’ve caught me at a bad time.”
His pale gray hues passed over the other entity. Caught at a bad time was an understatement—he had just finished fixing the threads again. His form was not that of the brunet he normally took, but the original one he’d had from the very beginning—young, blond, foul tempered.
“…I hope you weren’t needing me for something.”
” it’s barely a trouble. i’m
me. and they’re me as
well. we don’t share a
mind or a memory. for
all intents and
purposes we are
It’s not a simple concept.
Split personalities would
be an accurate
assumption, but it was
more than that. Entirely
It hadn’t always
been that way.
” but enough about me. ”
”Well, when you put it that way, I suppose it wouldn’t be.” Time wasn’t certain he understood. He likened it almost to falling asleep while someone else ran around in your own body. Perhaps, because the being before him was not a human, it worked differently. Time thought to pursue the subject further, but realized it might seem a bit rude.
”Don’t care to speak about yourself?” The entity found that highly unlikely. “I doubt you’ll find me very interesting. I’m just Time. Hardly anything to talk about.” And yet the humans with their clocks and watches and calendars measured his very existence as if it were a religion.
THINGS I KEEP FORGETTING IN MY REPLIES: TIMES EYES ARE ALWAYS A LIGHT GRAY COLOR NOT BROWN OR BLUE OR GREEN. SOB.
( maggie realizes, belatedly, that
perhaps her sudden approach is
strange. it might even be, in the
worst case, unwelcome.
should have thought this
there’s a blush that spreads like
wildfire over the apples of already
rouge cheeks; embarrassment
slips into the way her mouth turns
into a hesitant smile. something
akin to chagrin stumbles across
her expression, lingering in the
softened chartreuse hues that
study him with abashed curiosity. )
I’m sorry. I—
( what could she say? )
—I thought you seemed familiar.
“Is that so?”
He smiled, glad actually, that such was the case. He didn’t want to end up somewhere he needn’t be, after all. It would only cause problems for the other person, and he so despised the thought of inconveniencing the humans. Time was never an inconvenience.
“I’ve been told such before. Perhaps I have a familiar seeming face…or maybe I appear approachable?” He looked thoughtful for a moment, “Either one isn’t a bad thing, I don’t think.” He held out a hand. “Caerus, is the name. Nice to make your acquaintance.”