More NaNo.
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lesmisloonyMy story has no title. I was thinking about it, and I just don't know that it even has a potential title. The Maybe Maybe-Not Tragic Tale of Some Epic Manlove and Also Sophie The Long-Lost Sister?
Hm, I like it.
And, because I told suchcuriousity I'd put it online, it's spastic dork Julian trying to explain my version of timey-wimey to his eighteenth-century-bred sister.
“Easy!” Julian exclaimed cheerily. “Imagine that time is a straight line, yeah? I mean, it’s not, but imagine it is.” He held his free arm up by his face, making it parallel to the table. “That’s home,” he said, “like say my elbow is the eighteenth century and my fingers are the manor. And Richmond and I,” he freed his other hand and put two fingers against his knuckles, “started at the manor and went back to when you were a baby.” He made the two fingers jump in a little arc to his wrist. “That was bad. There should never be two of us in the same place. I mean, two of the same us. I could hang out with the me from this new reality all day, because he’s not me, not really, but that night it was the same me as I am, so it was bad. And it was the same you I grew up with. Because we’re kinda,” he paused for a second, frowning in thought, “connected. So me hanging out with myself is the same kind of bad as me hanging out with the original you from the wrong time. But we didn’t have a choice, so I had to touch the baby you, and time went all wobbly. I mean, the second I did that I broke something, or folded up reality, or something like that, because we just can’t mess with our past selves, and everything around us changed. But usually when we change time it’s just a little bit here and there and it all sort of adjusts itself. That time, though, we broke the rules and it all rippled back and broke off, and it made a copy of reality,” he held his other arm under the first, making sure it was parallel. “And that’s the one where you’re from Paris. And,” he shook the first arm a little, “everybody on the original timeline probably thinks Richmond and I disappeared after,” he stopped again, “well, you know. After we disappeared. But on this one,” he wiggled the second arm, “there’s another me and another Richmond, and we grew up with no Sophie.”
“Which was probably pretty bleak,” Richmond said kindly.
Sophie smiled at him, cheeks burning.
“So! We were suddenly on the second timeline, the alternate reality, and from there we just took you back to the alternate François de Blomet. He didn’t know us anymore, which isn’t surprising because we only met him in the first place because you wanted to go see eighteenth century France so badly, but we told him protecting you was an emergency and we knew he wanted a kid. I’m the one who told him your name was Sophie.”
“But I thought you two only spoke English.”
“François knows English, Sophe,” Julian said impatiently. “You should know that. He’s your dad now, isn’t he?”
“And he could have answered in French, but you would have understood.”
“That’s it.”
Sophie nodded slowly. “And this time travelling thing? I can definitely do it?”
“You already have done,” said Julian.
And in case you read that and weren't aware because you've been avoiding all my posts this month but had a sudden change of heart today, the boys are in loooove. Sophie is just oblivious.
20250 / 50000 words. 41% done!
Hm, I like it.
And, because I told suchcuriousity I'd put it online, it's spastic dork Julian trying to explain my version of timey-wimey to his eighteenth-century-bred sister.
“Easy!” Julian exclaimed cheerily. “Imagine that time is a straight line, yeah? I mean, it’s not, but imagine it is.” He held his free arm up by his face, making it parallel to the table. “That’s home,” he said, “like say my elbow is the eighteenth century and my fingers are the manor. And Richmond and I,” he freed his other hand and put two fingers against his knuckles, “started at the manor and went back to when you were a baby.” He made the two fingers jump in a little arc to his wrist. “That was bad. There should never be two of us in the same place. I mean, two of the same us. I could hang out with the me from this new reality all day, because he’s not me, not really, but that night it was the same me as I am, so it was bad. And it was the same you I grew up with. Because we’re kinda,” he paused for a second, frowning in thought, “connected. So me hanging out with myself is the same kind of bad as me hanging out with the original you from the wrong time. But we didn’t have a choice, so I had to touch the baby you, and time went all wobbly. I mean, the second I did that I broke something, or folded up reality, or something like that, because we just can’t mess with our past selves, and everything around us changed. But usually when we change time it’s just a little bit here and there and it all sort of adjusts itself. That time, though, we broke the rules and it all rippled back and broke off, and it made a copy of reality,” he held his other arm under the first, making sure it was parallel. “And that’s the one where you’re from Paris. And,” he shook the first arm a little, “everybody on the original timeline probably thinks Richmond and I disappeared after,” he stopped again, “well, you know. After we disappeared. But on this one,” he wiggled the second arm, “there’s another me and another Richmond, and we grew up with no Sophie.”
“Which was probably pretty bleak,” Richmond said kindly.
Sophie smiled at him, cheeks burning.
“So! We were suddenly on the second timeline, the alternate reality, and from there we just took you back to the alternate François de Blomet. He didn’t know us anymore, which isn’t surprising because we only met him in the first place because you wanted to go see eighteenth century France so badly, but we told him protecting you was an emergency and we knew he wanted a kid. I’m the one who told him your name was Sophie.”
“But I thought you two only spoke English.”
“François knows English, Sophe,” Julian said impatiently. “You should know that. He’s your dad now, isn’t he?”
“And he could have answered in French, but you would have understood.”
“That’s it.”
Sophie nodded slowly. “And this time travelling thing? I can definitely do it?”
“You already have done,” said Julian.
And in case you read that and weren't aware because you've been avoiding all my posts this month but had a sudden change of heart today, the boys are in loooove. Sophie is just oblivious.
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Date: 2008-11-13 02:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 05:45 pm (UTC)This actually came right after that "I'm still homeless" part, where Julian's all "You've got me..." So yep. Freeing them from Richmond.
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Date: 2008-11-13 03:22 pm (UTC)...
I like your style. :P