Little Bit of Nothing

[wickedorin]

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"Smile, baby. Chances are, I want you dead."

"Quicquid."

A little too much laughter followed. "Right. I forgot. Death is the only thing that makes you smile."

"Quicquid." Again, same tone, same level.

"I will not forget this. But it will be erased from you."

"Memory... it's a funny thing, isn't it. What do you regard it as?"

"What? Memory? It's... history."

"History is written by the winners. It changes. Gets lost intentionally."

"Like memory?"

"I believe so."

"Are you one of history's winners, then?"

"Quicquid."

"Right. Then let's make some history."

"Do you fancy yourself a hero?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Only curious."

"You're not even human!"

"No, I'm not. I shed that. My skin. My flesh. My humanity. You're not human, either."

"Well, I'm... I'm closer."

"Sure."

"What would you know about it?"

"The universe is so much larger than it seems... this moment won't matter. Whether I live or die now hardly matters."

"You're lying."

"Only you would know that, I suppose. Shall we?"

After a long time, he responded, "Quicquid."

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After browsing for a while, I realize that I have several megabytes worth of writing that I've never finished and never shared. (It's okay, you don't have to care. If I did anything strictly for the joy of other people I wouldn't be me. *grin*) Gonna have to start solving this problem. (Not that I'm moving away from fan fiction or muse indulgences, believe me.) I'm still sort of hoping that I'll have more of a chance focusing on music when I'm not being constantly interrupted or forced to listen for things since no one else is capable due to age or taking shit care of their hearing. At least there's something that my body is still capable of. Ha!

Mmm, need more gaming. There's a dandy pirate surfer dude I need to be bothering in the near future.