Okies, incase you didn't notice, I'm skipping back and forth between
Whisper*cough cough* and Adesron. By the way, *he* will be known by a
different name very soon. Oh what fun plotbunnies!
On with the story!
//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\///\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\\//
\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//
\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//
\\//\\//\\//\\//
Right, I'm giving up. I've been doing that all too much lately. I'm lost and scared and confused and hurt and there's a murderer across from me. She's asleep, I think. SHE! That's just one of another preconceptions that's been shattered today. Only boys were killers back home. If there were killers at all. Except the Fates were girls. I think. They're so old it's hard to tell if they are even real sometimes.
Okay, I'm not sure the girl's a killer. But she had this look in her as if she'd seen life, death and everything in between. And she didn't give a damn. I grew up around all knowing beings, but none of them has ever scared me that much. She didn't even say anything. She just looked at me like she knew everything I've ever thought. I just wanted to disappear. Hide. That's all I've been doing my whole entire life, hiding and running in a never-ending spiral. And when I reach the center, I don't know what I'll do. And frankly, I don't trust myself.
I have to just be. Not try to avoid being someone else. Not try to be someone at all. Just let responsibility go and act like a kid for a while. Forgetting about the future. The problem is, I'm a god. When gods let go of responsibility, the world lets go of sanity. And I can't forget the future because I'm living it.
And to complicate things, I'm going to have to do something I've never done before. Again. That's another thing I need to stop doing so often. New things are now officially dangerous and to be avoided at all costs.
Because the girl with the dead eyes? She's awake.
Whisper had been awake for some time now. She was studying the back of the idiot's head, and she was curious. He was doing something, and she couldn't quite see what. If there was one thing she hated, it was not knowing something. She tried to move to get a better view, but her knee cracked. She froze, hoping the idiot hadn't heard and screaming curses in her head. In four different languages. For a second the idiot kept at whatever he was doing- she hadn't moved quite far enough to see- then just as she breathed again he turned around. Now, seeing him move, she changed her opinion. He didn't cower into the background. He was just like a panther or something. He moved so fluidly that it was hard to tell he had moved at all until he was in a different spot. But there was still that weird feeling about him. Like you can subconsciously tell there's something different about a moon rock. Maybe it was his eyes. They weren't bright or beady or reflecting. They were like the spaces between stars, that spoke of wind and eternity. Then he asked a most unexpected question in a clear, almost humming accent like none Whisper had heard before.
"Are you a murderer?"
"No." she bowed- it somehow seemed kind of more normal around him than it would anywhere else- "I'm Whisper, thief extraordinaire and escape artist."
"If you're an escape artist, then what are you doing behind bars? Is it a custom here to throw visitors into cages?" She was giving him a funny look now.
"You're not from around here, are you."
If only she knew. "No."
"Thought so."
Maybe I was right about her reading thoughts
"Are you on the run from another government?"
Never mind. "Kind of."
"What's your story?"
"What's yours?"
"I'll tell if you will."
"Okay. Do you want the unbelievable truth, or the believable?"
What the heck. "Unbelievable truth."
"Well, it's a very long story but the gist of it is that I'm from Ancient Greece, am the son of the God of Death, am here because I ran away and am now completely freaked out by this time but can't go back home."
I knew he was out of his mind. But it was just crazy enough that maybe. Don't be stupid Whisper. No thief worth their loot would believe in magic. Even if they were fool enough to, they would never admit it. No, not even to herself. "Prove it."
I sighed. Oh well. If I was giving up I might as well go for the gold. I concentrated on the powers that had come with my wandering abilities. I was harder here. No distraction. Empty. I am empty. And I can fly.
Oh my god. OH my freaking god. The mental case must be contagious or something. Now I'M seeing things. Not good. Not good at all. I could swear he just dissapeared. Then an annoyingly shrill yet unbelievably loud sound cut through my confusion. PEEP!
I had forgotten just how free it felt to be in animal form. The look that Whisper had on her face just made it better. I decided to be kind to her and shouted. "HEY!" Only I'm sure she didn't hear it that way. It got her attention at least. Okay, now she was just staring at me. This was just getting better and better. Time to change back to human form. I breathed in, letting go while silently thanking the bird's spirit for use of its shell.
This time I refused to blink, and there was the mental case- maybe that should be my name now- standing there with this incredibly annoying smile on his face. I felt anger growing, quickly taking over the surprise and dismay. "What the HELL!" Oops. Wrong move. Yelling at the top of your lungs in a cell right outside a room full of injured(*insert evil grin here*) and irritated police officers? Not a good idea. Even I have more sense than that. Unless I see a time traveling god turn into a bird and back before my eyes. I made an exception for that. Then the little voice in my head decided to make an appearance. oh, so now you actually believe him? The worst thing about the voice was that it was always right.
But now was not the time for Adesron to be laughing at the way mortals showed their feelings completely in their faces. Now was not the time for Whisper to be arguing with herself. Now was the time for the theif and the god to get themselves together and start worrying. Their reasons for worrying would have been for very different reasons, but the key was that they had been thrown together. And as anyone familiar with time knows, it has an unpredictable and slightly ironic habit- if something so diverse as time can have habits- of creating unlikely allies. The son of Hades had sealed both their fates in a way so deep that neither could have known when he spilled the only secret keepig him alive to a jailbird. More correctly, the so-called Whisper- with some deep secrets of her own. Yet neither of them bothered to worry about the worlds that they would touch, maybe healing. Maybe destroying. Yet.
Right, I'm giving up. I've been doing that all too much lately. I'm lost and scared and confused and hurt and there's a murderer across from me. She's asleep, I think. SHE! That's just one of another preconceptions that's been shattered today. Only boys were killers back home. If there were killers at all. Except the Fates were girls. I think. They're so old it's hard to tell if they are even real sometimes.
Okay, I'm not sure the girl's a killer. But she had this look in her as if she'd seen life, death and everything in between. And she didn't give a damn. I grew up around all knowing beings, but none of them has ever scared me that much. She didn't even say anything. She just looked at me like she knew everything I've ever thought. I just wanted to disappear. Hide. That's all I've been doing my whole entire life, hiding and running in a never-ending spiral. And when I reach the center, I don't know what I'll do. And frankly, I don't trust myself.
I have to just be. Not try to avoid being someone else. Not try to be someone at all. Just let responsibility go and act like a kid for a while. Forgetting about the future. The problem is, I'm a god. When gods let go of responsibility, the world lets go of sanity. And I can't forget the future because I'm living it.
And to complicate things, I'm going to have to do something I've never done before. Again. That's another thing I need to stop doing so often. New things are now officially dangerous and to be avoided at all costs.
Because the girl with the dead eyes? She's awake.
Whisper had been awake for some time now. She was studying the back of the idiot's head, and she was curious. He was doing something, and she couldn't quite see what. If there was one thing she hated, it was not knowing something. She tried to move to get a better view, but her knee cracked. She froze, hoping the idiot hadn't heard and screaming curses in her head. In four different languages. For a second the idiot kept at whatever he was doing- she hadn't moved quite far enough to see- then just as she breathed again he turned around. Now, seeing him move, she changed her opinion. He didn't cower into the background. He was just like a panther or something. He moved so fluidly that it was hard to tell he had moved at all until he was in a different spot. But there was still that weird feeling about him. Like you can subconsciously tell there's something different about a moon rock. Maybe it was his eyes. They weren't bright or beady or reflecting. They were like the spaces between stars, that spoke of wind and eternity. Then he asked a most unexpected question in a clear, almost humming accent like none Whisper had heard before.
"Are you a murderer?"
"No." she bowed- it somehow seemed kind of more normal around him than it would anywhere else- "I'm Whisper, thief extraordinaire and escape artist."
"If you're an escape artist, then what are you doing behind bars? Is it a custom here to throw visitors into cages?" She was giving him a funny look now.
"You're not from around here, are you."
If only she knew. "No."
"Thought so."
Maybe I was right about her reading thoughts
"Are you on the run from another government?"
Never mind. "Kind of."
"What's your story?"
"What's yours?"
"I'll tell if you will."
"Okay. Do you want the unbelievable truth, or the believable?"
What the heck. "Unbelievable truth."
"Well, it's a very long story but the gist of it is that I'm from Ancient Greece, am the son of the God of Death, am here because I ran away and am now completely freaked out by this time but can't go back home."
I knew he was out of his mind. But it was just crazy enough that maybe. Don't be stupid Whisper. No thief worth their loot would believe in magic. Even if they were fool enough to, they would never admit it. No, not even to herself. "Prove it."
I sighed. Oh well. If I was giving up I might as well go for the gold. I concentrated on the powers that had come with my wandering abilities. I was harder here. No distraction. Empty. I am empty. And I can fly.
Oh my god. OH my freaking god. The mental case must be contagious or something. Now I'M seeing things. Not good. Not good at all. I could swear he just dissapeared. Then an annoyingly shrill yet unbelievably loud sound cut through my confusion. PEEP!
I had forgotten just how free it felt to be in animal form. The look that Whisper had on her face just made it better. I decided to be kind to her and shouted. "HEY!" Only I'm sure she didn't hear it that way. It got her attention at least. Okay, now she was just staring at me. This was just getting better and better. Time to change back to human form. I breathed in, letting go while silently thanking the bird's spirit for use of its shell.
This time I refused to blink, and there was the mental case- maybe that should be my name now- standing there with this incredibly annoying smile on his face. I felt anger growing, quickly taking over the surprise and dismay. "What the HELL!" Oops. Wrong move. Yelling at the top of your lungs in a cell right outside a room full of injured(*insert evil grin here*) and irritated police officers? Not a good idea. Even I have more sense than that. Unless I see a time traveling god turn into a bird and back before my eyes. I made an exception for that. Then the little voice in my head decided to make an appearance. oh, so now you actually believe him? The worst thing about the voice was that it was always right.
But now was not the time for Adesron to be laughing at the way mortals showed their feelings completely in their faces. Now was not the time for Whisper to be arguing with herself. Now was the time for the theif and the god to get themselves together and start worrying. Their reasons for worrying would have been for very different reasons, but the key was that they had been thrown together. And as anyone familiar with time knows, it has an unpredictable and slightly ironic habit- if something so diverse as time can have habits- of creating unlikely allies. The son of Hades had sealed both their fates in a way so deep that neither could have known when he spilled the only secret keepig him alive to a jailbird. More correctly, the so-called Whisper- with some deep secrets of her own. Yet neither of them bothered to worry about the worlds that they would touch, maybe healing. Maybe destroying. Yet.