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tamingthemuseTitle: Wanting it All
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Antikythera
Warnings: not a complete story. :(
Rating: G
Words: 516
Summary: Thomas learned to time travel. Because of his troubled childhood, his parents forced him to keep a journal, which he continued to write in as he moved to and from the past.
May 24, Tuesday
I taught her how to make the portal.
It was the least I could do after forcing her to join me in this way of living outside of time. John is angry with me, and I really don’t blame him, but I don’t want to be without her. She’s my heart and soul, my daughter.
She’s young still but willing to learn. I’ve given her all the books I can lay my hands on and I’ve set her before all the great scholars and teachers through out history. If nothing else, I’ll be sure that she knows that history is important. While we can play with time, we are still at the whim of fate and time. I’ll not have any great events changed by myself or by her.
I finally allowed her to open the portal on her own and let her choose where and when we’ll go. I should have waited. She was fascinated by pirates and their free life, so like ours, but so much more dangerous. She acquired swords and sandals and leggings and a wild gleam in her eye that I knew had meant danger, but I thought she was ready.
I should have known that she was far more wild than I ever had been at her age.
She lusted for danger. I chalk it up to her heritage, but it still leaves me wondering after she’s done something stupid just because she could. Now that she knows that death is beyond her, she’s gone even further and would give me grey hair, were it possible.
Even while she’s in pain, she laughs at the danger she’s survived. There’s nothing I can do but gape at her and hold my chest as my heart reinserts itself into my chest. She’ll be the death of me yet.
She chose Antikythera for her first time jump.
I hadn’t asked where we were going, nor did I really care, but once we arrived on the tiny island, I felt nothing but a sense of foreboding. As soon as we arrived, she smiled up at me so sweetly and held her hand out to me. She asked me if I ever got seasick.
There was no village on the island at that time, only a few shacks set up around the hidden cove and dozens of men in rugged gear moving about like lice on the beach.
Before I could stop her, she had run up to them and asked if she could join them for an adventure. I arrived at her side just in time to pull her out of the reach of their lustful, dirty fingers.
Then we were really attacked. I had her trained, thank what gods there were, and we fought our way back into the cover of trees until I could open a portal and get us out of there.
Now she’s sulking and staring out at the ocean, longing for an adventure of her own. I don’t know how to give it to her without endangering her.
I don’t know what to do for her.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Antikythera
Warnings: not a complete story. :(
Rating: G
Words: 516
Summary: Thomas learned to time travel. Because of his troubled childhood, his parents forced him to keep a journal, which he continued to write in as he moved to and from the past.
May 24, Tuesday
I taught her how to make the portal.
It was the least I could do after forcing her to join me in this way of living outside of time. John is angry with me, and I really don’t blame him, but I don’t want to be without her. She’s my heart and soul, my daughter.
She’s young still but willing to learn. I’ve given her all the books I can lay my hands on and I’ve set her before all the great scholars and teachers through out history. If nothing else, I’ll be sure that she knows that history is important. While we can play with time, we are still at the whim of fate and time. I’ll not have any great events changed by myself or by her.
I finally allowed her to open the portal on her own and let her choose where and when we’ll go. I should have waited. She was fascinated by pirates and their free life, so like ours, but so much more dangerous. She acquired swords and sandals and leggings and a wild gleam in her eye that I knew had meant danger, but I thought she was ready.
I should have known that she was far more wild than I ever had been at her age.
She lusted for danger. I chalk it up to her heritage, but it still leaves me wondering after she’s done something stupid just because she could. Now that she knows that death is beyond her, she’s gone even further and would give me grey hair, were it possible.
Even while she’s in pain, she laughs at the danger she’s survived. There’s nothing I can do but gape at her and hold my chest as my heart reinserts itself into my chest. She’ll be the death of me yet.
She chose Antikythera for her first time jump.
I hadn’t asked where we were going, nor did I really care, but once we arrived on the tiny island, I felt nothing but a sense of foreboding. As soon as we arrived, she smiled up at me so sweetly and held her hand out to me. She asked me if I ever got seasick.
There was no village on the island at that time, only a few shacks set up around the hidden cove and dozens of men in rugged gear moving about like lice on the beach.
Before I could stop her, she had run up to them and asked if she could join them for an adventure. I arrived at her side just in time to pull her out of the reach of their lustful, dirty fingers.
Then we were really attacked. I had her trained, thank what gods there were, and we fought our way back into the cover of trees until I could open a portal and get us out of there.
Now she’s sulking and staring out at the ocean, longing for an adventure of her own. I don’t know how to give it to her without endangering her.
I don’t know what to do for her.
