soulping ([personal profile] soulping) wrote2015-01-17 12:55 pm

Roxy's Heart

[There's nothing]

[Nothing]

[Nothingnothingnothingnothingnothing]

[Isn't that wonderful though?]

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Re: Time 2.0

[personal profile] thevoidsdarkhorse 2015-01-21 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[It's like a Coin Flip.]

[There was rage and negativity and limitations.]

[And then there's a flip, and there's another side. Taking control of that positivity, making it yours, a tool for you to manipulate and use.]

[There's a snap back when his head breaks water, a realization, and then there's suddenly a path, a long path.]

[A bad decision, a terrible choice, but could you make it to help a friend? There is rage and pain and hopelessness ahead, things that will consume everything if left unchecked, unhindered.]

[It's a path you could change.]

[Just starts on that purple transportalizer which hums with energy now.]
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Re: Time 2.0

[personal profile] menially 2015-01-21 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[There's plenty of hesitancy, tension still strong as he takes in the sudden shift.

But he knows, now, that there isn't an easier path. To pretend that any of this was easy... how much disservice he would be doing in Roxy's name, if that were the case. And as much as he still is pulled into this place, wanting to follow an emotion that feels so achingly familiar... he knows he has priorities. Maybe he's a fool for that. But he knows Roxy, of all people, would understand.

So he pulls himself up out of the water, shaking as much of it off as he can, before making his way back to the transporter.]
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Re: Time 2.0

[personal profile] thevoidsdarkhorse 2015-01-21 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, don't worry Technic.]

[Feelings will only get more familiar. ;3]

[And there it sits, waiting to be used.]