omniavincit: (with the sun in my eyes)
don't call me billy ([personal profile] omniavincit) wrote in [community profile] wasteyard2019-06-09 10:10 am

Network; @XXDARK_STARXX

WHO: William and WHATEVER STUPID HANDLE YOUR CHARACTER IS USING
WHAT: Breaking in the network.
WHERE: The information...two-lane country road.
WHEN: Whenever you like (pre- or post-event...or lmao during...is fine)!

[ If one of the handles William selected at random from his phone's perplexing contacts list belongs to you, congratulations! That device you slipped in your pocket? Or squinted at in confusion? Or immediately fumbled, if you're William and can't seem to shake your current spell of bad luck?

It makes a noise. ]


FROM: @xxDARK_STARxx

What do the shadows look like to you?
itselbitch: (let me think about it as i leave)

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[personal profile] itselbitch 2019-07-08 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ had it really been though? it seems impossible when he'd clearly had patience in that other life when he couldn't even let q's hope in their current timeline last for more than a minute. if he had really been so true to quentin, enough to make him happy, then how had it all gone so wrong? he'd even been selfish, using their friends' wishes to mask his own desire to keep q from being trapped for eternity to entertain an unspeakable yet childlike evil, far away from the rest of them. and to what end? instead of merely being held apart by something tangible, it had ended in irreversible death.

his own hands had done the work in dismantling whatever possibilities there could have been. as always. that was the problem. ]


It's a nice thought, if true. But in this timeline, that's all it is. It can't change anything.

I don't know that I can be afraid of happiness if it simply feels out of reach. It's been so long since I've even considered the likelihood of it. I don't remember all the details of the other world, but I imagine it had been sitting in my lap long before I realized what it actually was and that I could do anything with it.

I guess it's best put as I mastered the art of self-sabotage at a young age when I didn't even know the meaning of the word, and I've never known how to stop.

Maybe if I could see what I did right in that other life I'd have an answer. But that's never how it works.