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a-sky-of-diamonds · 1 year

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Does it seem familiar?

Waking up in a world with 13 other players, thinking nothing of them, at first. Running around alone, untied, unfettered, until a single choice binds you to a single person. but you now run around knowing how it ends, knowing of the inevitable red that will spread and then spill, knowing that now and more because of the ticking clock within your chest. but you now wake knowing that one of the players, the very one you would think of, is missing; and now you bind yourself because of an offer, rather than a debt.

Taking up the role of protector. Bodyguard. Hand. Different words acting as shells around an essence of the same meaning; a meaning you never thought you’d apply to yourself, now worn with pride twice. but now you’re the one with less time on the the clock. but now the person you protect is in danger because of how much life he has, not how little.

Does it seem familiar?

In just a few hours, chaos unfolding. Lives being lost; friends being hunted; and, when everything reaches its lowest point, the person you pledged your life to protect asking you to do the impossible. but this time it’s a resort, not a request. but this time it’s to give to you, not than to take from others. but this time it’s to bring peace rather than wage war.

...Does it seem familiar?

(And it’s the sea, not the land. A resort rather than a fortress, a duo rather than an army, a show from the 90s rather than a medieval war. But these are just different guises acting as shells around an essence of the same meaning; of the same actions, repeating over and over again.

And yet-

To offer, not to pay. To protect purely from compassion, not with necessity. To give, not take. For peace.

...These events, you think, are like a shard of glass tossed into the sea. The essence is there and will always be, but the sharp edges are dulled by time and saltwater. They become softer. Smoother. Their core remains, and yet the harshness is lost to days the gone by.)

(Except there’s something else. Time may dull rough edges, but time is not the only force acting here. Just as sharp shards can be smoothed, smooth stones can be sharpened.

After every winter, there comes a spring.

The thrill to kill the fleeting gill.

Always remember: the world is not kind. And if it is, it’s not very interesting to Watch.)

Or, in other words:

A single day/And then it’s gone

Doomed to repeat/Our will be done.

#and yeah remember how 3rd life was made of 8 3 hour sessions?#lasting 24 hours or a single day?#weirdly familiar huh...#also i'm not throwing any shade on renchanting (don't worry guys) i'm just thinking about how the circumstances for this seem so-#-much kinder in a way #buttttt not for long!!#not if the watchers have anything to say about it #but i do love just how equal the mean gills feel like there's no hierarchy or external duty or anything it's just nice to see #limited life smp #3rd life smp #3lsmp #limited life spoilers #martyn inthelittlewood #mean gills #renchanting duo #not a ship thing but if you really want to interpret it that way sure ig #although i would prefer if you didn't tag it with ship tags #<- she says assuming it's going to be reblogged at all #anyway everybody say thank you martyn for doing lore and thank you charrifire for encouraging the lore #i love it so much #trafficblr #my writing #(?)#traffic life ficlets

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