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There Are No Words... - 25th September 1007

  • Sep. 25th, 2011 at 11:54 PM
not_a_clotpole: (WTF?)
For what's currently going on.

I am forced to hide people in my own castle.

They are of course, not ordinary people.

They're...me.

Me as a child and me as an older man, a king. The King of Albion he says.

Which leads me to wonder if I'm going to go mad in my old age.

At first I didn't believe they were...me, because really of all the unbelievable things. But after a few questions I couldn't really deny it.

So now, I have to hide them and it's no easy feat keeping the younger me quiet, was I always such a pain?

The older me at least keeps quiet, but he keeps SMIRKING at me like I'm some sort of idiot. It's annoying.

According to the Duck people, this sort of thing happens all the time (just what I wanted to hear!) and they should go away eventually.

They better! Or God help me...

Comments

[identity profile] hands4healing.livejournal.com wrote:
Sep. 25th, 2011 04:39 pm (UTC)
They will.
not_a_clotpole: (Writing is Hard...)
[personal profile] not_a_clotpole wrote:
Sep. 26th, 2011 11:08 am (UTC)
And so they have.

Did you have something like that happen to you? I don't even know what to make of it...
[identity profile] hands4healing.livejournal.com wrote:
Sep. 27th, 2011 12:33 am (UTC)
Hmmm, yes, a little version of me showed up. I think I was four, or five, maybe six. I didn't ask.