Her first words from him were “I loved you.”
His, from her, were “Give me back my watch.”
These instances were millennia apart.
So the miscommunication in their relationship? Completely understandable.
Counterclockwise (the Analogue Not Digital remix)
Or, Bastian’s side of the story.
Alternatively, one person’s sci-fi mystery is another person’s romantic drama.
When two leaders collaborate, inevitably they will clash. Whether that leads to a splintered alliance or an adjusted hierarchy depends:
Mostly, on how desperately they need each other.
A king may have an army, but armies need a general.
It’s a tenuous balance between legend and loyalty, between royalty and history, His Majesty and Boss. But the twins make it work.
“Pick your battles wisely,” the doctor had said, advice as enigmatic and inapplicable as ever.
But she had meant it with good intentions; a warning too far out of time, like the fossils of sea creatures in ancient deserts. Shapes without names.
Under the blanket, curled in a corner, she sits. Waiting for sleep to befall her. The sun shines bright as her eyelids weigh down.
She has travelled three days–two hundred years–without rest.
“You don’t even know me,” she says, but she does not leave and surely that must mean something.
“I know enough,” he responds. I know more about you than I do anyone or anything else in the world, he doesn’t say.
Of the six times she watched her father die, she only spoke to him twice. Her third go around of this tragedy she had appeared only a block away and ran as fast as she could to the intersection of Orchard and Burgundy.
He spotted her, and maybe even seemed to recognize her; his teenaged daughter suddenly a decade older, screaming at him to get down.
It’s not until the sixth time does she realize he was looking beyond that.
“I’ll take that army now,” Bastian says, grin wide, eyes wild–eager to begin again.
“Patience,” Maroon chides, even as she begins contacting the members of her crew. “You can’t rush perfection.”
A/N: So I actually haven’t slept in… a while. I dunno why? Actually, no, I do know why–I’m being preemptively nervous about a job interview I have on Tuesday and I figured better to be loopy on lack of sleep during the weekend than during my interview. So here’s some Counterclockwise stuff…