#thenevermore

[him-the-nevermore]

Him Who Is No More

 “As The Nevermore wrote: ‘Time is an god like any other.’”

  I raised an eyebrow. Nolan smiled, gesturing his hands for me to slow down.

  “Hear me out! The sociological notion of gods is all good and fine. But when you apply theological knowledge to natural sciences, it is clear that the witches and saints were the scientists of their time.”

  “You're not wrong… New technology is usually witchcraft to old folks.”

  “No, no, no. I mean literally! If a saint follower of the Sun had the ability to start fires from their hands, it is because they understood the influence of the goddess on the mortal plane and the ways to turn energy into fire.”

  “Right…”

  “And…” Nolan noticed my skepticism, but soldiered on “When it comes to Time we have three times the documentation than we have of any other god. If you follow the texts we have a full timeline of the reign of Time, and their methods.”

  “And how does that lead to time travel exactly?”

  “Simple! Every entity has their artifacts. The New Time is very much into machinery, they really lean in the whole clock aesthetic.”

  “Is there any other aesthetic Time could lean in?” I smiled, teasing him.

  “Yes.” He smiled back “As far as I know our next god of gods has a sadness and books aesthetic.”

  “You lost me.”

  “Oh, I’m pretty sure I did not have you at any point… I'll simplify. This paper is about the application of old ritualistic principles to modern science, with the goal to achieve time travel.” 

  I looked away, for the first time that evening. I did felt for crazy man before Nolan, but at that moment I realized I had never had crazier.

  “Oh come on!” He called me back, like he read my thoughts “Give me a chance? Come to my lab tomorrow! If you’re not convinced of my cause, I'm sure you will at least understand my methods well enough for the paper.”

  “Ok… It's a date then!”

  “Please. I wouldn't take a fine guy like you to a lab date. We'll go see a movie after the paper is done.”

  I blushed. That was a pattern with Nolan, every try I made to flirt would wonderfully backfire and I was the one red in the face.

  Now, his lab… I think a lot about that place. It didn’t change much through the years. A tiny basement room, filled with all types of clocks. Floors, ceiling, walls, if a clock fit there was a clock. Nolan liked them too, and was always happy to be gifted one. But the first time I went there my eyes were fixed on the machine.

  “The secret to breaching the edge of a dimension…” Nolan explained, connecting way too many plugs to improvised sockets “Is a deep hole and a burst of energy. My theory is that time is similar.”

  The machine was a big ring, standing in the middle of the room. Once connected to the power the ring started spinning, picking up speed fast.

  “I…” My voice shook as the lights started to fickle “I think I got it.”

  “Hold on! Pay attention.”

  Nolan pointed to the ring, it moved so fast I could barely see the metal anymore, the noise was awful, but Nolan screamed over it.

  “Sometimes I can see it! In the ring!”

  I looked closely. At the time I didn’t believe my eyes, but in highsight that night was for sure the first time I saw it. An image forming in the middle of the spinning ring like a hologram. It was him, The Nevermore. Tall, wise, with terribly sad eyes, my eyes. That night I had a glimpse of my future on Nolan’s machine. The Nevermore, fully formed, put his hand to his heart and then reached for me. I reached back, but before I could reach him the lamps above my head burstead, clock visors shattered all around and the machine halted, with an unnatural break, like It got stuck. 

  “Shit! Are you okay?” Nolan grabbed my shoulder.

  I didn’t react. Not to the bursting, or to Nolan. I was frozen in place, hand reaching forward, felt like I left my body for a moment. Next thing I saw was Nolan pacing back and forward above me.

  “Oh thank the gods!” He kneeled next to me “Are you all right? Do you know where you are?”

  I looked around, it wasn’t the basement.

  “Your couch…” I answered “What happened?”

  “Good question! Did something hit you? You just dropped.”

  “I’m… Fine, I guess.”

  I sat up, the basement door was opened at the end of the corridor. I took a second staring at it before noticing Nolan’s big puppy eyes terrified, waiting for me to say something.

  “I’m fine.” I smiled “Got a bit hard to breathe down there, but I’m ok.”

  “I’m so sorry!” Nolan grabbed my hand “I really, really didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “It’s fine! You didn’t hurt me. Your machine is quite something huh?”

  “Does that mean you’re in?” His smile covered the whole room.

  “Just so we’re clear…”

  “Yes?” 

  “I think you’re nuts.”

  “But?”

  “But, yes, I’ll help with the paper.”

  “You are like… The seventh person I showed the machine to? This is the point that they leave.”

  Nolan got up and jumped around.

  “Finally! I promise I’ll show you some cool science shit! Thanks for staying!”    

And stay, I did. Until the very end.

Time is a god like any other. He can be reached, pleaded to…

Offended.

But there’s one main thing that separates Time, the god of gods, from the rest.

He doesn't take chances.

[wingsabovethebridge]

Mr. and Mrs. Nevermore.

The rest: TheNevermore gang.

That's it.

[restellify]

♡... Rere on RPW.

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[huskyelite]

#TheNevermore #Limbo #MyBand #Me

[themosscryptid]

Okay so I'm gonna be "that girl" and gush about my boyfriend on the internet. We've only been official for a few weeks, but we've lived together for months, and we've thought of ourselves as a couple for almost the entire time. I was in a very rough place when I moved in, and had some pretty bad depression issues. When I would break down crying for almost no reason, he'd hold me close and tell me how much better it would get. When I cut, instead of acting repulsed, he'd kiss my arms and tell me how much he cared. He's been so completely and utterly there for me in some of my darkest hours, and that honestly means so much. And he himself is such a beautiful, caring, and devoted person. He does nothing but help and devote all he can to everyone in his life, I don't think he could ever hurt a fly (but maybe a spider if I asked). He deserves so much more than he gets out of life, so when he tells me I make him the happiest he's ever been, and I can see in his eyes that he means it, I fucking melt. He's become my best friend, my shoulder to cry on, and the best boyfriend I've ever had. Randy, I am completely in Love with you. Okay I'm done thanks for listening.

[him-the-nevermore]

Me Who Was Before

Time was a curse in my first life. 

I was a slow young boy in a world that rushed by, in a hurry.

 Looking back it’s kinda silly. Late nights created late mornings and then everything would snowball into an avalanche of unfulfilled childhood duties. Which I had way more than any child should have, in my opinion.

  I was the only son of two achieved academics who wanted me to be the two of them, combined and then doubled. Trouble was I had terrible math skills, couldn't solve that equation.

  Trying to stay as far away from the numbers I did the only thing I could do.Became a painfully unsuccessful writer! The unsuccessful part was an accident, but hey! It helped! I finally had a manageable number of responsibilities - sit in my flat waiting for copywriting jobs to appear - and LOTS of free time in my hands to contemplate death, and the blank page on my computer screen. And if you’re curious I figured it out: Death wasn’t going to solve the lack of words on the page, she’s too busy.

That being said, I admit that during my first lifetime I never finished a single one of my stories. I was constantly overtaken with the need to write. All these fantastical ideas of unexplored worlds floated in my head, but they were just out of reach. They

In the end the beautiful tales I dreamt about while growing up turned out to all just be messy works in progress. Not unlike their author. Useless degree, shitty apartment, not a friend in the world. A well of potential run dry… Late to my own life. That until my life found me.

  It was my mother who told me about one of her students, Nolan, not much older than me, but soon-to-be scientist. He needed an editor for his thesis. Mother said no one wanted to take it, so he was willing to pay a good change. I quickly realized why. It was a whole book, all hand written and on top of that about science! Standing by my mother’s podium at the Central University I had a no ready to go, until she said:

"You don’t actually need to understand Nolan’s time travel lunacy, I sure don’t. Just make it legible so he can graduate."

   I looked at the manuscript, now curious. The title just read “Time Travel”, plain and dry. I opened my mouth to ask more about the work when a voice interrupted.

"Oh! That’s your son Mrs. B?"

 That was the day we met. Nolan shuffled into the room, a short, fat young man in a lab coat. Had a smile, surrounded by a well timed beard and arms full of books. He put all of the books on the floor, without really thinking about it, to raise his hand and shake mine.

"Nolan Newman! What’s your name again, pal?"

  I hesitated for a moment, frozen by his overwhelmingly upbeat energy. 

�� Oh Nolz…

  If I knew how much I would miss you I would never have taken that handshake.

[him-the-nevermore]

I had a dream- Well, seen a memory. For me those are the same. My life before the now is a spectacle that I mearly rewatch in my mind, unable to connect with the images on stage.

My life after the now is unthinkable, unreachable, at least until I'm there. When it all becomes the only thing truly real: The Now.

Right now I see a memory, vivid, but maybe untrue?

Is a memory of You. Our fist meeting.

Has it happen yet? Do you remember me? Have you dreamed of me maybe?

It doesn't matter does it? The before, the after... Just shadows. Time rejects us, friend. All that we have is The Now and now I dream of You.

I have some tales for you Entity.

Tales I lost. Tales Time took from me. 

These stories don't fill my heart anymore, but maybe they'll fill yours.