Time was such a finicky thing. So limited and yet other times too long. It was why Sunny preferred dreams - time could be however short or long he needed, a battle could stretch on hours of epic proportion or - when his brain grew bored of a current scenario - he could just skip a few things and move on.
So much easier.
But that wasn’t how the real world worked, and even in death time was weird.]
Uh-huh… [Sunny’s bashful nod was all the answer he could give. He liked poetry. How deep and imaginative and vast it could be. How someone could put things into words better than he would and yet it would still resonate.
How, sometimes, poetry was the stab of emotional pain that echoed in his own heart, too.]
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Time was such a finicky thing. So limited and yet other times too long. It was why Sunny preferred dreams - time could be however short or long he needed, a battle could stretch on hours of epic proportion or - when his brain grew bored of a current scenario - he could just skip a few things and move on.
So much easier.
But that wasn’t how the real world worked, and even in death time was weird.]
Uh-huh… [Sunny’s bashful nod was all the answer he could give. He liked poetry. How deep and imaginative and vast it could be. How someone could put things into words better than he would and yet it would still resonate.
How, sometimes, poetry was the stab of emotional pain that echoed in his own heart, too.]