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nyandereneko) wrote2019-10-18 08:00 am
nyandereneko) wrote2019-10-18 08:00 am
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Equal Ground
Word Count: 777
Summary: Nova had always lacked the bravery and opportunity to bridge the ever widening gap between the mortal and immortal races. Luckily for her, she wasn’t necessarily the one that ended up bearing the responsibility for making that choice.
*Author’s Note*: A super vague fic that’s more just a reflection on Nova’s feeling as an immortal and how that factors into her feelings towards Desair because I love writing that kind of introspective stuff for some reason.
She’d never expected to find such an agreeable mortal to befriend. She’d never intended to befriend a mortal at all, as much as she may have always desired to do so. Nova knew the risks, the nature of the schism that separated them, the lens through which mortals and immortals tended to view one another. Immortals could seem so short sighted and single minded, ambitious and frivolous to a fault, and that was just how they chose to process the world. That was the way they’d always done things, and being creatures of habit, frozen in time and typically uninterested in dwelling on petty mortal trivialities, it was surely what they would continue to do for many millennia to come.
Mortals seemed equally impractical from an immortal’s point of view, and the jarring dissonance between perspectives made it hard for either party to find equal ground. That was if they were willing to seek it out in the first place, though for the most part both sides never saw much merit in wasting their time trying to bridge the intimidating gap. Their confrontations could be explosive and disruptive, completely devoid of any awareness or concern about the kind of havoc they left in their wake. A battleground created by an immortal was sure to be even more foreboding and less forgiving than any petty imitation some disgruntled mortal could ever make.
But Nova didn’t want to focus on the negative, on the feud and the circumstances that led to this division. Why should she allow herself to be preoccupied by the disagreeable past when there was still so much future stretching out before her? There were forces beyond her control, always had been and always would be, and she found greater satisfaction in investing her time seeking out the similarities she could find in the people many immortals considered their enemies. Much to her surprise, there were more than she’d ever anticipated discovering…and she’d only been able to do so thanks to him. The one timid individual that’d taken the risk of approaching her, that’d been bold (or maybe just curious) enough to attempt to make contact with and understand her side of things.
It was true she hadn’t given him much of a choice, and her guilt for not properly apologizing still loomed over her. She did her best to remind herself that he didn’t care, because he’d told her as much more than once, and she’d learned early on that he was the kind of person that had an integrity she could trust. Seeing into the depths of someone’s heart, although in a slightly limited way, was a unique ability she and her fellow immortals could evoke. She tried not to do so too often for fear of saying something out of place, offending whoever she happened to be conversing with. But this sixth sense also came naturally, frequently perceiving in a passive manner without her conscious consent, and for the most part she could recognize and stall those observations to avoid any unpleasant misunderstandings.
If she ever did or said something to upset him…well, she’d just do everything she could to make it up to him. She was already doing that, trying to repay him for the kindness and flexibility he’d offered her, and the continued support and appreciation he extended her daily. She had a hard time putting a finger on the type of feeling he instilled in her, the giddy enthusiasm that stirred in her chest every time she saw him smile. He’d been through his fair share of tragedy, and let those hardships consume him in the past, but she could tell he was making an effort to grow from his mistakes. She wanted to help him do that, while simultaneously failing to find it in herself to condemn him.
He was different…even if she couldn’t put a finger on the exact reason why she’d drawn that conclusion, her impression was undeniable. Perhaps it was just that he was different in her eyes. She could live with that, determined to cherish that novelty as long as possible. He was special, and there was a quiet, unpredictable part of her that wanted to be special to him, too. For the time being, she knew it would be better not to push it. To just take her time, to enjoy the present in full. Whatever he had in store for her. She couldn’t ask for much more than that, and she didn’t want to…his attention, his benevolence towards her was enough. But just how long that truth would persist was an uncertainty she was reluctant to acknowledge and content to ignore.
Summary: Nova had always lacked the bravery and opportunity to bridge the ever widening gap between the mortal and immortal races. Luckily for her, she wasn’t necessarily the one that ended up bearing the responsibility for making that choice.
*Author’s Note*: A super vague fic that’s more just a reflection on Nova’s feeling as an immortal and how that factors into her feelings towards Desair because I love writing that kind of introspective stuff for some reason.
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She’d never expected to find such an agreeable mortal to befriend. She’d never intended to befriend a mortal at all, as much as she may have always desired to do so. Nova knew the risks, the nature of the schism that separated them, the lens through which mortals and immortals tended to view one another. Immortals could seem so short sighted and single minded, ambitious and frivolous to a fault, and that was just how they chose to process the world. That was the way they’d always done things, and being creatures of habit, frozen in time and typically uninterested in dwelling on petty mortal trivialities, it was surely what they would continue to do for many millennia to come.
Mortals seemed equally impractical from an immortal’s point of view, and the jarring dissonance between perspectives made it hard for either party to find equal ground. That was if they were willing to seek it out in the first place, though for the most part both sides never saw much merit in wasting their time trying to bridge the intimidating gap. Their confrontations could be explosive and disruptive, completely devoid of any awareness or concern about the kind of havoc they left in their wake. A battleground created by an immortal was sure to be even more foreboding and less forgiving than any petty imitation some disgruntled mortal could ever make.
But Nova didn’t want to focus on the negative, on the feud and the circumstances that led to this division. Why should she allow herself to be preoccupied by the disagreeable past when there was still so much future stretching out before her? There were forces beyond her control, always had been and always would be, and she found greater satisfaction in investing her time seeking out the similarities she could find in the people many immortals considered their enemies. Much to her surprise, there were more than she’d ever anticipated discovering…and she’d only been able to do so thanks to him. The one timid individual that’d taken the risk of approaching her, that’d been bold (or maybe just curious) enough to attempt to make contact with and understand her side of things.
It was true she hadn’t given him much of a choice, and her guilt for not properly apologizing still loomed over her. She did her best to remind herself that he didn’t care, because he’d told her as much more than once, and she’d learned early on that he was the kind of person that had an integrity she could trust. Seeing into the depths of someone’s heart, although in a slightly limited way, was a unique ability she and her fellow immortals could evoke. She tried not to do so too often for fear of saying something out of place, offending whoever she happened to be conversing with. But this sixth sense also came naturally, frequently perceiving in a passive manner without her conscious consent, and for the most part she could recognize and stall those observations to avoid any unpleasant misunderstandings.
If she ever did or said something to upset him…well, she’d just do everything she could to make it up to him. She was already doing that, trying to repay him for the kindness and flexibility he’d offered her, and the continued support and appreciation he extended her daily. She had a hard time putting a finger on the type of feeling he instilled in her, the giddy enthusiasm that stirred in her chest every time she saw him smile. He’d been through his fair share of tragedy, and let those hardships consume him in the past, but she could tell he was making an effort to grow from his mistakes. She wanted to help him do that, while simultaneously failing to find it in herself to condemn him.
He was different…even if she couldn’t put a finger on the exact reason why she’d drawn that conclusion, her impression was undeniable. Perhaps it was just that he was different in her eyes. She could live with that, determined to cherish that novelty as long as possible. He was special, and there was a quiet, unpredictable part of her that wanted to be special to him, too. For the time being, she knew it would be better not to push it. To just take her time, to enjoy the present in full. Whatever he had in store for her. She couldn’t ask for much more than that, and she didn’t want to…his attention, his benevolence towards her was enough. But just how long that truth would persist was an uncertainty she was reluctant to acknowledge and content to ignore.
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