250 word drabble on how Jalil saw Senna. Part three of four.
Jalil's a bit OC. Maybe more than a bit. Ah well. Let me introduce you to Jalil, my version. *trumpet fanfare*
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~Sorting Through the Chaos~
I like the rules. I like logic, reason. I like A plus B to equal C every time, not change because they could, or because some screwball god felt like it. When I add up the equation I want the whole to be exactly the sum of its parts. Right to stay right and left to stay left. Is that so much to ask? Because there's always something screwing me up, always something in my way. The chaos factor. And Senna? She was the ultimate chaos factor. She ripped the rules apart with her bare hands. Threw theorems and formulas and equations out the window. No codes, no regulations, no sanity. Senna was intoxicating.
I realize it was stupid. Recognized the futility of it, even as I knew I was powerless to stop it. Senna was like my OCD. I know deep down I have control. Or at least I should. It's my brain after all, my body. And at the same time I know I can't. It's just out of reach. It's mine but it's not.
You can't create something out of nothing. Even here you can't. Here things just skip a step. Everworlders can create out of air, out of thought and magic and life itself. I've learned that there *are* rules. You just need to look a little harder to see them. You can't take things at face value. Look past the skin and see everything under it. Look past the obvious and just search for truth.
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Review please. Or I will eat you alive. Poke you with a rusty spoon. Something.
Jalil's a bit OC. Maybe more than a bit. Ah well. Let me introduce you to Jalil, my version. *trumpet fanfare*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~
~Sorting Through the Chaos~
I like the rules. I like logic, reason. I like A plus B to equal C every time, not change because they could, or because some screwball god felt like it. When I add up the equation I want the whole to be exactly the sum of its parts. Right to stay right and left to stay left. Is that so much to ask? Because there's always something screwing me up, always something in my way. The chaos factor. And Senna? She was the ultimate chaos factor. She ripped the rules apart with her bare hands. Threw theorems and formulas and equations out the window. No codes, no regulations, no sanity. Senna was intoxicating.
I realize it was stupid. Recognized the futility of it, even as I knew I was powerless to stop it. Senna was like my OCD. I know deep down I have control. Or at least I should. It's my brain after all, my body. And at the same time I know I can't. It's just out of reach. It's mine but it's not.
You can't create something out of nothing. Even here you can't. Here things just skip a step. Everworlders can create out of air, out of thought and magic and life itself. I've learned that there *are* rules. You just need to look a little harder to see them. You can't take things at face value. Look past the skin and see everything under it. Look past the obvious and just search for truth.
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Review please. Or I will eat you alive. Poke you with a rusty spoon. Something.
