Context: It’s the end of a long campaign, and my ranger, Terina, has been through a lot. We have changed the past and thereby saved Terina’s family, and now get to choose whether we remember our past or have it overwritten. Our characters have become a family, but Terina wants to go back to her old family and forget what’s happened.
The others choose to remember.DM: *describes Terina’s now happy life with her wife and sons, and how she grew up with her family after all, and how the others still remember Terina*
Me, ooc, actually crying: It’s sad!
Cleric, ooc: That’s your own fault.
Me, ooc, still crying: I know!
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harry james potter nearly being repeatedly murdered year after year: I’m chill
harry james potter studying for 5 minutes for an exam: AGONY! DEATH! A G O N Y!!!!!
um so remember that one time that frank castle’s hands trembled at just the mere thought of karen being in danger? LOL SAME
hc + regret
Regret for Sirius used to be a gut feeling – like a crater, or an ulcer, getting larger and more painful by the day. It was something that was alive, that could grow and hurt and distract him from the task at hand. Especially because he tried not to give his regrets real estate in his mind (something that makes sense, for someone who tries to act unaffected but has done no shortage of regrettable things that eat away at him), regret tends to catch him in his off moments. Right before bed. First thing in the morning. When he’s already spiraling. When happy drinking turns the corner into problem drinking and there’s no James or Remus or Peter around to shine the light into the dark corners of his mind and drive the shadows away.
Once Sirius lands in prison, regret changes. It’s all consuming for the first few days – convinced of his own guilt, he oscillates between hysterical and catatonic states.
It becomes clear, quickly, that Sirius is going to spend his life behind bars. So regret becomes one sentence per day, a grocery list of terrible things that he tosses around in his mind with a hypothetical ‘what if’ that would have driven him mad – if it hadn’t been the thing to keep the dementors from doing it first.
What if I hadn’t convinced them to use Peter as Secret Keeper? is the most common one, of course. But with all the time – and all the self hate – in the world, the list grows and grows.
What if I hadn’t hurt Remus during school – would he have trusted me more?
What if I hadn’t let James go into hiding?
What if I hadn’t teased Peter on the third Thursday of seventh year?
What if I hadn’t told Remus I loved him the last time we spoke – did I tell Remus I loved him the last time we spoke?
What if I hadn’t insisted on going on that one mission?
What if I had just checked on Peter earlier in the day?
He knows there has to be something. One big regret that led him here, something at the top of the mounting pile of regrets that broke the camel’s back and sent everything off the rails for good. He becomes consumed with finding it. Every action becomes an action to regret, because every action led him into Azkaban (which he doesn’t care about) far away from his friends, most of whom are dead or worse (which he cares about very much).
Regret becomes the defining factor of the twelve years he spends in prison, so different from the other unrepentant bodies in the cells around him.
It also drives him to escape prison once he finds out about Peter, however. More than a decade of ‘what would I do if I had done it all differently?’ finally leads to ‘what can I do now to make things a little more right?’
And off he goes.
My 3 moods:
- I should be studying
- I should be writing
- I should be sleeping
Oh, he just wrote all of our names, didn’t he?
How can you know that?
‘Cause I was thinking the same thing.That little act moved her to a degree greater than what Foggy originally intended, I think.
He meant to reunite his best friends, the people that he loves dearly, to bring all of them together again to help other, to be with each other, to move along as a unit.
What Karen saw was that someone values her enough to include her in their future, while thinking about her own. That she matters enough for Foggy that he wants her with him and Matt, as an equal, that she has risen from a client, secretary, office manager and friend to family. Foggy and Matt have been family for years, Nelson & Murdock was born from that.
And now she’s part of that family. And that moved her.
She’s not alone anymore
Habits
Hello, it’s me, bypassing my prompts for something that wouldn’t let me sleep.
I am suffering from Kastle withdrawal. This would be, I suppose, my fix.
It contais a few tiny spoilers for season 3. But you have to really look for it.
Much love.
It’s funny how fast you can get used to some things.
She tried for almost a year, to get used to the habits of her roommate when she first moved to New York. Her demons seemed adamant that she needed solitude, though.
For four months, she tried to adapt to the mattress that came with the place she rented after she moved out of Michelle’s. Lumpy and thin, she ended up spending almost a whole month’s payment on a new mattress – the one she still slept on to this day.
She never got used to the noise of honking so early in the morning. She never got used to the taste of eggplants, no matter how many times and how many different recipes mom tried.
She never got used to not having her little brother.
Nevertheless, Karen became pretty good at adapting. The things she had to twist over and bend around just to go day by day were too much to count. The things that agreed with her were rare and scarce, but they quickly became precious to her.
And this, so quickly, one of them.
write write write 