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It wasn't out of a sense of debt. The Planet didn't care about anything like that. The Planet cared about being whole, about the slow ebb and flow of its life. The Planet cared about balance -- but not on any scale that a human mind could comprehend. The oscillations of the Planet's balance could last generations.
Some had called the Cetras the favored children of the Planet; but they were just a little better at going with the flow without losing too much of their coherence. The Planet didn't bother with that, either. There was life, in a myriad of forms and a myriad of variations of these forms; life given in the shape of drops of the Lifestream, temporarily separated from the whole; and whether one, or ten, or thousands extinguished didn't really matter, in the grand scheme of things. They came back to the Lifestream, ran and flowed across the Planet's surface and down into the Planet's core in perfect balance and unity, and then more coalesced again, into something else entirely. For the Planet, it was all and the same.
Some drops took longer to accept the Planet's unity; but eventually, they all did. The Planet didn't mind waiting. It had all the time in the world.
There was still a taint of Otherness -- so little, but such a nagging itch -- not on the crust, where it could have been ignored, but inside the Lifestream's flow itself. The Planet hammered at it slowly, methodically; and eventually, the Otherness died and its remnants washed out.
Mostly.
There was one -- one or two or three, numbers were meaningless when everything was part of its whole -- a clump of Otherness that didn't want to dissolve, so in the end the Planet cast it out and away. It could have waited for it to dissolve inside the Lifestream just as well, but the itch was persistent and it was too small to really be all that useful to the Planet. Eventually the clump would lose its coherence, and then the Planet would take back what was its own and finally leave the taint behind.
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"Yes," he whispered tenderly, and smiled up at the sky; "I will."
And then he flopped on his side and violently coughed up the thick liquid clogging his lungs.
At least this part was familiar enough that he knew he wasn't really at a risk of drowning; though it sure felt like it. He clenched a hand over his roiling stomach; his other hand felt the ground over his head until he found a hold on a protruding bit of rock. He dragged himself a little higher, trembling legs pushing along. He didn't remember feeling so bad in -- well, actually, he remembered feeling that bad pretty well, and the thought made him laugh in between two lung-rattling coughs.
Yep. Damp all over from a thick fluid that left his skin tingling, throat raw and lungs congested, every single muscle he possessed and a couple that had probably been invented for the occasion sore beyond what he'd thought possible. There really was nothing like the labs.
Well, the Northern Crater came close; but the torn-up rocks and pebbles underneath his body lacked the cold smoothness of the examination tables. He found he liked the rocks better. He curled up, pulling his legs out of the Lifestream that pooled at the bottom of the crater, and shivered for a little while. He felt wretched. He felt alive. It was, for the moment, quite wonderful.
... and I'm still wondering how to handle Sephiroth. OH WELL. I'll figure it out.
Oh well! *goes back to writing Cercle-ness*
http://community.livejournal.com/paidmembers/18838.html
Paid users, LJ is giving you one week longer of paid time to compensate from the recent mess. As long as you go and claim it soonish. It's just a matter of clicking on a link. ^^
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bloodyscary for the tip~And to make this post a little less spammy,
It wasn't out of a sense of debt. The Planet didn't care about anything like that. The Planet cared about being whole, about the slow ebb and flow of its life. The Planet cared about balance -- but not on any scale that a human mind could comprehend. The oscillations of the Planet's balance could last generations.
Some had called the Cetras the favored children of the Planet; but they were just a little better at going with the flow without losing too much of their coherence. The Planet didn't bother with that, either. There was life, in a myriad of forms and a myriad of variations of these forms; life given in the shape of drops of the Lifestream, temporarily separated from the whole; and whether one, or ten, or thousands extinguished didn't really matter, in the grand scheme of things. They came back to the Lifestream, ran and flowed across the Planet's surface and down into the Planet's core in perfect balance and unity, and then more coalesced again, into something else entirely. For the Planet, it was all and the same.
Some drops took longer to accept the Planet's unity; but eventually, they all did. The Planet didn't mind waiting. It had all the time in the world.
There was still a taint of Otherness -- so little, but such a nagging itch -- not on the crust, where it could have been ignored, but inside the Lifestream's flow itself. The Planet hammered at it slowly, methodically; and eventually, the Otherness died and its remnants washed out.
Mostly.
There was one -- one or two or three, numbers were meaningless when everything was part of its whole -- a clump of Otherness that didn't want to dissolve, so in the end the Planet cast it out and away. It could have waited for it to dissolve inside the Lifestream just as well, but the itch was persistent and it was too small to really be all that useful to the Planet. Eventually the clump would lose its coherence, and then the Planet would take back what was its own and finally leave the taint behind.
---------------------------------
"Yes," he whispered tenderly, and smiled up at the sky; "I will."
And then he flopped on his side and violently coughed up the thick liquid clogging his lungs.
At least this part was familiar enough that he knew he wasn't really at a risk of drowning; though it sure felt like it. He clenched a hand over his roiling stomach; his other hand felt the ground over his head until he found a hold on a protruding bit of rock. He dragged himself a little higher, trembling legs pushing along. He didn't remember feeling so bad in -- well, actually, he remembered feeling that bad pretty well, and the thought made him laugh in between two lung-rattling coughs.
Yep. Damp all over from a thick fluid that left his skin tingling, throat raw and lungs congested, every single muscle he possessed and a couple that had probably been invented for the occasion sore beyond what he'd thought possible. There really was nothing like the labs.
Well, the Northern Crater came close; but the torn-up rocks and pebbles underneath his body lacked the cold smoothness of the examination tables. He found he liked the rocks better. He curled up, pulling his legs out of the Lifestream that pooled at the bottom of the crater, and shivered for a little while. He felt wretched. He felt alive. It was, for the moment, quite wonderful.
... and I'm still wondering how to handle Sephiroth. OH WELL. I'll figure it out.
Oh well! *goes back to writing Cercle-ness*
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I probably would've totally missed it. >.O *smoochies*!
♥
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And the link continues to spread. Yay!
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Look at the pretty Zack icon. *grins*
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Also, I totally had an 'oh shit, I'm going to have to write Sephiroth here' moment yesterday, so you have my sympathy. -.-;
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T_T omg Sephiroth. nngh. HOW.
Ohh pretty icon.
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