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Paradox 9/Rose 10/Rose 10.5/Rose PG
A/N: -_- I hope this turned out alright. It feels like my brain isn't communicating with my fingers AT ALL.
Prompt by: Sapphire_child
Spiral
Oh how he loves those little humans. He love their little human intricacies, their lives, their smiles, everything. He loves those funny little creatures almost (or equal) to how much he loves traveling.
As much as he loves them though he’s kept them all at a pretty safe arm’s length away.
He can’t really help it and he probably doesn’t realize. No, that’s a lie, he does. He realizes it every time he let’s some information about his past slip. Every time he pretends their inferior, every time he feels himself drawing closer he pulls away.
Then there was a war. A war that tore through all of time and himself. It took what made him that little bit human and it ripped it too shreds.
He lost everything and somehow in the strangest way gained the world. The world in the package of one young girl.
It can at the right thing like everything eventually does. He was lonely; desperate even for someone. The someone he got was more than he could handle.
He was maybe a little more careless than he should have been. That arm’s length rule wasn’t really working for him. The more he pushed the more she pulled. Sometimes by force sometimes with just a tilt of her head. He’d tell her things he’d dare not even think.
And it was fantastic.
But like all fantastic things it hurt like hell. But of course like all amazingly fantastic things it was worth it.
Was worth a life at least. Worth to see her smile one last time, worth to feel the flames engulf his body, worth enough to have to break in new teeth.
This time though he didn’t fight the way she drew him to her. He was powerless and he was fine with that. She drew him down like a spiral. Faster and faster he went sometimes he wasn’t ever sure if it would ever end. He never wanted it to.
He was fine acting nothing like his age and running around the universe like a couple of teenagers.
Each day the ache behind his ribs was less and less and he didn’t think so much about what could have been, and ‘if he’d only’. He lived each day for now and here.
While all things pass in time, this did not. The circumstances may have change. This him may not be with her now, but he’s glad for that. Because at least she’ll have that version of himself that was made for her.
Even as he burns up he knows he still loves her and always will. There is no more hurt just more love; for her.
That’s the paradox he supposes.
A/N: -_- I hope this turned out alright. It feels like my brain isn't communicating with my fingers AT ALL.
Prompt by: Sapphire_child
Spiral
Oh how he loves those little humans. He love their little human intricacies, their lives, their smiles, everything. He loves those funny little creatures almost (or equal) to how much he loves traveling.
As much as he loves them though he’s kept them all at a pretty safe arm’s length away.
He can’t really help it and he probably doesn’t realize. No, that’s a lie, he does. He realizes it every time he let’s some information about his past slip. Every time he pretends their inferior, every time he feels himself drawing closer he pulls away.
Then there was a war. A war that tore through all of time and himself. It took what made him that little bit human and it ripped it too shreds.
He lost everything and somehow in the strangest way gained the world. The world in the package of one young girl.
It can at the right thing like everything eventually does. He was lonely; desperate even for someone. The someone he got was more than he could handle.
He was maybe a little more careless than he should have been. That arm’s length rule wasn’t really working for him. The more he pushed the more she pulled. Sometimes by force sometimes with just a tilt of her head. He’d tell her things he’d dare not even think.
And it was fantastic.
But like all fantastic things it hurt like hell. But of course like all amazingly fantastic things it was worth it.
Was worth a life at least. Worth to see her smile one last time, worth to feel the flames engulf his body, worth enough to have to break in new teeth.
This time though he didn’t fight the way she drew him to her. He was powerless and he was fine with that. She drew him down like a spiral. Faster and faster he went sometimes he wasn’t ever sure if it would ever end. He never wanted it to.
He was fine acting nothing like his age and running around the universe like a couple of teenagers.
Each day the ache behind his ribs was less and less and he didn’t think so much about what could have been, and ‘if he’d only’. He lived each day for now and here.
While all things pass in time, this did not. The circumstances may have change. This him may not be with her now, but he’s glad for that. Because at least she’ll have that version of himself that was made for her.
Even as he burns up he knows he still loves her and always will. There is no more hurt just more love; for her.
That’s the paradox he supposes.