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[2 OCT] [CODE GEASS] [AETERNUS ETERNUS]
Title: Aeternus Eternus
Day/Theme: 2nd October 2010; but I am sick of time
Series: Code Geass
Character(s)/Pairing(s): C.C.
Rating: G
Notes: Set pre-series. Spoilers for C.C.'s past.
The passage of time was very much like a river, where each moment, represented by a drop of water, moved along at an indeterminate speed and was basically indistinguishable from the other - or that was how it seemed to C.C. after she had received the Code.
At first, it had seemed like everything was as it had been before. Aside from the fact that any wounds she received, no matter how severe or fatal, vanished with only her spilt blood as evidence of their existence at some point, her days were no different. Day progressed to night and night gave way to day without fail, and she continued as if nothing had changed.
Gradually, however, that changed. She who could not move with time was cast out of its halls, forced to stand by as the world shifted before her very eyes. Days bled into weeks, weeks fused into months and months blurred into years. She stopped counting time the old-fashioned way before she was done with her first century. Death, too, failed her after that number exceeded fifty. She tried to use the people around her as a gauge, but that too was futile: they all seemed to age and decay before her very eyes.
Eventually, she stopped caring. Be it war or peace, disaster or prosperity, her existence remained one of stagnation. Events and individuals both were eventually swallowed up in her sea of memories, faces and names nothing more than a vague recollection that eluded her grasp. Her contractors were all the same: mere mortals who failed her either by dying or by falling prey to the madness their cursed gifts had brought about. Truly, she thought bitterly to herself, was it so hard to be allowed to die? To be free from the shackles of frozen time?
It was not until nearly two weeks after she began helping a boy become a king that she realized she had begun to count the days once more. This time, maybe she would allow herself to hope just a little bit.
Day/Theme: 2nd October 2010; but I am sick of time
Series: Code Geass
Character(s)/Pairing(s): C.C.
Rating: G
Notes: Set pre-series. Spoilers for C.C.'s past.
The passage of time was very much like a river, where each moment, represented by a drop of water, moved along at an indeterminate speed and was basically indistinguishable from the other - or that was how it seemed to C.C. after she had received the Code.
At first, it had seemed like everything was as it had been before. Aside from the fact that any wounds she received, no matter how severe or fatal, vanished with only her spilt blood as evidence of their existence at some point, her days were no different. Day progressed to night and night gave way to day without fail, and she continued as if nothing had changed.
Gradually, however, that changed. She who could not move with time was cast out of its halls, forced to stand by as the world shifted before her very eyes. Days bled into weeks, weeks fused into months and months blurred into years. She stopped counting time the old-fashioned way before she was done with her first century. Death, too, failed her after that number exceeded fifty. She tried to use the people around her as a gauge, but that too was futile: they all seemed to age and decay before her very eyes.
Eventually, she stopped caring. Be it war or peace, disaster or prosperity, her existence remained one of stagnation. Events and individuals both were eventually swallowed up in her sea of memories, faces and names nothing more than a vague recollection that eluded her grasp. Her contractors were all the same: mere mortals who failed her either by dying or by falling prey to the madness their cursed gifts had brought about. Truly, she thought bitterly to herself, was it so hard to be allowed to die? To be free from the shackles of frozen time?
It was not until nearly two weeks after she began helping a boy become a king that she realized she had begun to count the days once more. This time, maybe she would allow herself to hope just a little bit.