Post by Doona on Aug 29, 2015 23:44:48 GMT -5
Doona’s vision blurred once more once the red strings glow dimmed. That bastard Liam pushed the timelines too far on Lola, her screams continuing to echo in delayed dimensions as a sour reminder of her surroundings.
Her weightless body felt so heavy… It was odd. She was also tired, which was a foreign concept to her mind, sleep never crossed her mind- it was something simple lifeforms did after a mere day of existing.
But now, with each timeline crossing her path and seeing endless deaths, rebirths, universes and possibilities, she wanted nothing else but to sink to the floor and let gravity take back her form, releasing her from the cloak Tapi was so generous to bestow upon her.
The idea didn’t seem so bad… Doona lifted her head towards one of the several wormholes, distant galaxies and stars twinkled in the distance.
To become a true part of the universe again… Maybe then she would see her family and-
Maybe.
Doona shook her head. Maybe? MAYBE? Maybe was not an option for her. There were only possibilities of which one chose to take and continue to travel on. Her face continued to warp as the tangled time loops Liam demanded were sucked away by the threads of fate. She wanted them back. They were only for her to see!
She paused.
Back…
Going back was never an option- just finding an alternative to move forward with was her plan. But maybe just this once…
She swallowed her pride. Time for the student to become the teacher… That is, if he didn’t mess it up.
She twisted her head around, the cloth ripping slightly as it strained against her dark form. She had to look back. It wasn’t going to be easy- She swatted unnecessary timelines away, like flies in the heat of summer.
If she had a proper mouth she would had grinned.
Liam only wanted to see future possibilities. Time was definite, she couldn’t change the future and that was certain- changing to another timeline was the only way to avoid it- but she could send messages to the past. There was one person, and one person only who wouldn’t lose their mind receiving them.
A hoarse whisper came from under her torn hood.
“Rewind…”
Rewind paced the floor of his bunker’s room, racking his mind on the puppeteer situation. Old scars picked at the young time mage, including the now-dormant puppeteer mark on his chest. Lance, that goddamn bastard, burning a mark on him wasn’t enough was it? The asshole burned his filthy mark into his husband too. Touching the mark gingerly, he scowled as his eyes glowed gold, going over each and every timeline carefully, looking for hope in a possible future.
The timelines passed in and out of his head, all of them seeing death and demise to his loved ones and cult. All the same outcome. That never happened, but yet it was happening right in front of his eyes. The same hopeless outcome, the same misery that played before him time after time. This was the first time he wasn’t able to fix things, to make things right. And it ate at him day after day.
He couldn’t take more of this, more of the same death and decay that was the ultimate inevitability. All different timelines, all coming to the puppeteer’s final victory over the Candle Cult. He flung open the door, the first time he came out of that room in a few days, running down the hall to the makeshift kitchen. Filling a cup of coffee, pouring sugar and sipping it nervously.
Then, he heard a faint voice.
“Rewind..”
A singular voice. Calling out to him from the back of his subconscious.
The voice became louder, Rewind almost dropping his mug, realizing who the voice belonged to.
It was Doona. With no one to tell around, he quickly tried replying.
“Doona?! What is it? Where are you?”
A whole minute of silence went by, Rewind waited, his coffee cooling with every cloud of steam rising up, the odd wisp reaching his cheek and making him shudder.
There it was again, the waver of time around him. It was so small…
“Rewind… I think you can hear me, I know you can, just listen, I’m reaching to the past here, but only by a single earthly minute, it’s the only way to make contact without Liam finding out-“
The walls trembled, but the liquid in his coffee stayed perfectly still.
His perception of time was warping, but everything was fine, he reminded himself, steeling his mind towards the distortion. Time travel was tricky business- Seeing timelines and jumping into another was one thing- but actively affecting an existing line by going backwards was a very, very dangerous thing.
His old teacher must have been desperate.
“What do I need to do?” He whispered, as if his voice would damage the lines slowly forming in front of him.
“You need… To close… One of the-“
A shriek filled his ears, the uncanny and inhuman sound of time crying filled his ears.