Monster who stole time
April 2nd, 2024 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
okaywolfWritten to the prompt by Making Up Monsters — Monster who stole time
Originally posted on cohost on April 2nd, 2024.
There weren’t many places in the world it could go and not be found. She was a little too big for that. Even if she leapt from the top of the tallest mountain and landed in the middle of the thickest forest, something would eventually find it and if something could find it so could all the sentient and sapient things that were very, very upset at her.
She hadn’t meant to. It was just so, so happy to be remembered again that she had completely swept time away and instead of a world-ending catastrophe or the entirety of existence’s experience of time collapsing on itself time just put everything on hold.
It hadn’t experienced time on hold while being sentient and/or sapient but it understood the hold wasn’t affecting the sentient and sapient parts. At least not in a way that made it so those sentient and sapient presences weren’t very, very upset at her.
But time was so full of joy. Time was crying with joy and laughing and pressing it into a gentle and tender hug like nothing else could do for fear of saw tooth talons and spikes—and teeth.
And it was so, so happy. It promised she would return Her, soon. Soon. Soon.
For now She was hers and hers alone.
Originally posted on cohost on April 2nd, 2024.
There weren’t many places in the world it could go and not be found. She was a little too big for that. Even if she leapt from the top of the tallest mountain and landed in the middle of the thickest forest, something would eventually find it and if something could find it so could all the sentient and sapient things that were very, very upset at her.
She hadn’t meant to. It was just so, so happy to be remembered again that she had completely swept time away and instead of a world-ending catastrophe or the entirety of existence’s experience of time collapsing on itself time just put everything on hold.
It hadn’t experienced time on hold while being sentient and/or sapient but it understood the hold wasn’t affecting the sentient and sapient parts. At least not in a way that made it so those sentient and sapient presences weren’t very, very upset at her.
But time was so full of joy. Time was crying with joy and laughing and pressing it into a gentle and tender hug like nothing else could do for fear of saw tooth talons and spikes—and teeth.
And it was so, so happy. It promised she would return Her, soon. Soon. Soon.
For now She was hers and hers alone.
