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shelley_winters) wrote2006-01-16 05:05 pm
shelley_winters) wrote2006-01-16 05:05 pm
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She's drawing a timeline. Point A to point B. Not that it works like that, in any linear sense. Doesn't make sense. Point A might as well be called
(Pointless)
point X. Point green. It's getting that silly. What for her was the beginning was the... third time he had encountered her. No, fourth. There was the time he had erased. So. Chronologically from his perspective, one, two, three, four. For her, whether she can remember right or not, four, three, two, one. But as she became aware of it, then...
Shelley gives up, and resignedly orders another drink. Fucking Milliways.
------
Shelley looks at Shelley with an expression of acute discomfort.
"Well, um."
"Yes."
The two redheads stand in silence for a moment, chewing their lips (lip?) identically before deciding to say something simultaneously.
"This is just-"
"This is... Oh. Just."
"We can't be the same person. Exactly the same. Can we?"
"Probably not. You were already here when I walked in from V'Saine, so..."
"Yes. No, I died. And came back here, and... lived again."
"Oh. I... stayed. Not with Ishamael. I got away."
"Good for you. Me too."
They share a small smile, before their expressions both turn slightly distant.
"...Are you imagining the look on his face if he saw this too?"
"...Yes, yes I am."
They giggle identically.
Then they both stop laughing and go pale, glancing as one towards the door. Some things are hard to joke about if you're Shelley.
And they both still are, even if that's some kind of paradox.
(Pointless)
point X. Point green. It's getting that silly. What for her was the beginning was the... third time he had encountered her. No, fourth. There was the time he had erased. So. Chronologically from his perspective, one, two, three, four. For her, whether she can remember right or not, four, three, two, one. But as she became aware of it, then...
Shelley gives up, and resignedly orders another drink. Fucking Milliways.
------
Shelley looks at Shelley with an expression of acute discomfort.
"Well, um."
"Yes."
The two redheads stand in silence for a moment, chewing their lips (lip?) identically before deciding to say something simultaneously.
"This is just-"
"This is... Oh. Just."
"We can't be the same person. Exactly the same. Can we?"
"Probably not. You were already here when I walked in from V'Saine, so..."
"Yes. No, I died. And came back here, and... lived again."
"Oh. I... stayed. Not with Ishamael. I got away."
"Good for you. Me too."
They share a small smile, before their expressions both turn slightly distant.
"...Are you imagining the look on his face if he saw this too?"
"...Yes, yes I am."
They giggle identically.
Then they both stop laughing and go pale, glancing as one towards the door. Some things are hard to joke about if you're Shelley.
And they both still are, even if that's some kind of paradox.