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WHO: [Bad username or site: beforemetoday title= @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: afeatherpillow title= @ livejournal.com].
WHERE: Katurian's bedroom.
WHEN: A day after Katurian messes up the universe.
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: Katurian's messing with the universe, and Death isn't too pleased about it.
FORMAT: Paragraph
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Death's always served the universe as much as it serves her, and when something changes, when a single thread is snagged out of the fabric of space and time, she knows. Being in this universe, there are always plenty of bumps in the road; it's a nexus for far too many worlds, and everything around her is constantly pushing and pulling, trying to compensate for people coming and going, for reality doing what it must to uproot fiction. Still, it barely amounts to anything at all. It's like an itch that lingers in the roof of her mouth, persistent but tolerable.
But this—this is something else entirely. This is the universe rearranging itself to accommodate her, though she's bid it to do no such thing. There's an awareness in the back of her mind that wasn't there yesterday, and the knowledge that she claimed a happy little girl decades and decades ago is as real as anything else she's ever experienced, but she doesn't recall the act itself.
She knows who's responsible, of course. There's no way that she couldn't. It's like fingerprints have been left in the air, and whenever a clock ticks, its hands only ever seem to point towards one person. One of hers. More so than the rest, even.
Death, while not wishing to be merciful, allows him time. She knows how mortals can be; he probably needs an opportunity to let the magnitude of it all sink in. And so Death waits patiently, until an entire day passes, and she knows that he's sleeping. With that, she's stood in his room, barely distinguishable in the dark.
Had she been there under any other circumstances, she'd look around, to really get a feel for the room surrounding her. As things are, though, she simply stands over him, arms folded, and watches as he sleeps. Her gaze does little to wake him, and after some minutes, she finds that the patience she once possessed quickly wears thin, in his presence.
Reaching down, Death takes hold of Katurian's shoulder, and pulls him from her brother's realm.
WHERE: Katurian's bedroom.
WHEN: A day after Katurian messes up the universe.
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: Katurian's messing with the universe, and Death isn't too pleased about it.
FORMAT: Paragraph
*
Death's always served the universe as much as it serves her, and when something changes, when a single thread is snagged out of the fabric of space and time, she knows. Being in this universe, there are always plenty of bumps in the road; it's a nexus for far too many worlds, and everything around her is constantly pushing and pulling, trying to compensate for people coming and going, for reality doing what it must to uproot fiction. Still, it barely amounts to anything at all. It's like an itch that lingers in the roof of her mouth, persistent but tolerable.
But this—this is something else entirely. This is the universe rearranging itself to accommodate her, though she's bid it to do no such thing. There's an awareness in the back of her mind that wasn't there yesterday, and the knowledge that she claimed a happy little girl decades and decades ago is as real as anything else she's ever experienced, but she doesn't recall the act itself.
She knows who's responsible, of course. There's no way that she couldn't. It's like fingerprints have been left in the air, and whenever a clock ticks, its hands only ever seem to point towards one person. One of hers. More so than the rest, even.
Death, while not wishing to be merciful, allows him time. She knows how mortals can be; he probably needs an opportunity to let the magnitude of it all sink in. And so Death waits patiently, until an entire day passes, and she knows that he's sleeping. With that, she's stood in his room, barely distinguishable in the dark.
Had she been there under any other circumstances, she'd look around, to really get a feel for the room surrounding her. As things are, though, she simply stands over him, arms folded, and watches as he sleeps. Her gaze does little to wake him, and after some minutes, she finds that the patience she once possessed quickly wears thin, in his presence.
Reaching down, Death takes hold of Katurian's shoulder, and pulls him from her brother's realm.