The "end" of Timestamp
I consider this the last chronological fic to happen in Subaru's story as I've been telling/augmenting it. There will be others in the timeline--I know two that I have to wait until July to post, damn you Kinkfest--and there will be a timeline-archiving post as well (and should fix the one I did for Schwanengesang too, ffxii people), and I know I'm
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So I read this the first time you sent it to me, and I could not form a coherent analytical response. The raw power of this turned off my brain. It is not an easy thing to turn off my brain. Now that I've read this for the third time -- and have been rereading The Sandman over the past few days -- I can finally give this more objective treatment.
In Brief Lives, Destruction talks about how each of the Endless defines their opposite. Death defines life, Despair defines hope, Destruction defines creation, Dream defines reality -- and Destiny defines choice, agency, personal responsibility. That, I think, is key to this: how much of what Subaru has become is a result of conscious action, how much of it is a result of the repercussions of conscious action that he didn't realize at the time (the mirror scene, where Subaru realizes what he has become but not what will happen because of it), and how much of this is inevitable.
And speaking of dream defining reality, here we see the result of that, too; what happens when dream ( ... )
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The Endless define their opposites; white defines black; that you got what was happening in the mirror scene makes me so happy~ I have to wonder how much of Subaru defining himself through emulation is need as opposed to availability, or want, mostly want. What Subaru chooses to become isn't want he regrets becoming, but what he didn't understand...yeah.
This is reality indeed. This is where color exists and time passes and no one listens. I think you know what parts of me are sneaking into this right now--not just the usual fear of the end, heh.
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:hugs, if that's all right:
Thank you. :blush: I'm not even sure what to say to a comment like this, but that--I'm glad it was still intense, glad that my interpretations of those two are resonating, glad that the fic hits on an emotional level as well as an intellectual one...just glad, really, that you're still interested and here despite all the horrible things I inflict on that poor man. :smile: So Thank you.
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Love how it brings everything full circle.
The explanation in the comment, Sadama as definition.
every year marked by superstition, by categorization at the expense of comprehension.
*shivers* the way it brings it back, X to Tokyo Babylon, destiny, definition, communication, understanding - and non dualism.
The colour play at the start is striking, all the earthiness and non black&white, non starkness.
And the - the Tower and the Tree. Beautiful.
Eye, one-birds look at you sideways.
Oh, the irony XD
If he ever does manage to die again and there’s a body to be had, will there just be a cluster of magic and maggots there, cancerous and coiling around his ribs? It doesn’t beat, after all, but there’s still pain in the parts of other systems that cross near it; in his lungs, when he goes without smoking for long enough-in his stomach, when he eats after too long not-in the ribs bereft of their prisoner, remembering old fractures and bruises and the hand of a ghost, caressing them through ( ... )
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I loved writing this--and thank you so much for poking through it. :more smile~: And yeah, the definition of sadame as definition--the subtleties of this language never fail to intrigue me.
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It is a beautiful language, I should be learning more of it.
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