He didn’t know who he was, what he was, or anything…

All he knew is how he came to be.

He saw twice; once through crystal drops of space itself, dripping and sliding in a vortex, the flicker of events jolting beyond its reach. The other, through the eyes of a man, everything so still, seconds ticking mathematically. Then there was a collision; the spinning magical world of glass shattering, what was held on the outside flowing in and swirling with the rest. Everything mixed, and broke, and changed.

The man seemed to lose all he was, only the energy humming from his body, radiating in the broken world of all that is remaining, seeping into the piles underneath his exploding form. He could both feel the energy leaving, and see it in front of him. He was abandoning and taking; greedy and generous…

Everything collided. It grew tight; feeling covered him, every pore screaming out as pressure – so terrible – so tight – caught him.

The world grew light again, a half-filled crystal bowl with everything mixed underneath him. The pressure was gone, he was light as the air itself, everything combined.

Until a chain shot out from the world, and dragged him into that hellhole, snatching him away.

…

He found himself naked and being flung through the air, arm being practically pulled out of its joint with a steel chain attached to the wrist, before colliding abruptly on the cement.
Fantasy over; reality begins damnit.

-x-

So, continuing my delicious journal after ignoring it for a good while.
starting a story-comic thing, hoping sincerely for a tablet for christmas.

It's gonna feature two time travelers, some epic mind-exploding science, extremely rare coincidences, Pink hair, and a pair of self-absorbed characters who only like eachother out of their own selfish tendencies.

YAY.

Let's hope I actually get this one done, shall we?