The cold that permeated my body however, was a small child-like hand. I thrashed this way and that, but I had no arms or legs, for my body was that of a serpent. Instead my mouth was a little more than two pincer-like mandibles. Only squeaks came, for I no longer had lips.
I tried to shout, but only a tiny little squeal came from my mouth. Suddenly something cold was wrapped around me and my eyes snapped open. My first true waking moment, was one of shock and terror. I would give up eventually, tiring myself with the exertions and fall asleep. All I could move, was my body, but that too was odd. I would try to move my legs, again to no result. Then alarmed as I realized I could not move. My senses grew and soon I began to feel most peculiar. I would ignore it for the few moments I was still conscious in favor of returning to my sleep.Įach of my waking moments grew longer and longer, each time I would awaken, I would hear more clearly, my eyesight sharpen ever so slightly. On occasion, I would hear a voice, cold and a hard, murmuring above me. My sight was poor and I was not inclined to open my eyes quite yet. I would fall asleep within a few minutes anyway. I was content to be surrounded by warmth and the smothering blanket around my body. My decision was to stay awake, on the edge of falling back into slumber. The first conscious thought that came to mind after that revelation was whether or not it was better to go to sleep or try to stay awake. Wakefulness came to me slowly, like a bad hangover. White enveloped me and somehow I knew time was up.
"I said-!" Says the fictional- " I'm not fictional-" You're going to be Ra's best friend and I need you to save the entire galaxy while being a megalomaniac parasite pretending to be a god who just happens to be you." I'm putting you in the worst position possible. He throws up his hands and visibly seems to calm down, "Look. "This isn't a hallucination," insisted the apparition of the fictional character, ah there goes that pained expression of frustration. Note to self, never put more than two shots of high proof rum into black tea. "Says doctor Daniel Jackson," was my reply, I was less than impressed. Conceptual space, so to speak," said the fictional character, who was now frowning at me. "What are you talking about?" I demanded, looking around wildly. So right now this is the best I can do with what I've got."
Unfortunately," at this point Jackson looks especially pained upon looking at me, his expression is hard to describe, "that means you. "The Ancients are being their usual helpful selves, but I managed to get them to let me make one request to make things right again. "-Shut up! We only have a few minutes, so listen. "Listen you self entitled-" Heh, I was just thinking of that. Maybe adding rum to the tea was a bad idea-? Which of course, another slap brought my attention to the man in robes with glasses holding the front of my shirt. "We have to be quick, so listen to me! Listen, dammit!"Ī sharp pain whipped across my cheek and I blinked in confusion. Why was reality so white? White on white and on more white. Posting on my favorite forum, being my usual affable and perhaps arrogant self entitled perverted maniac self.
#WAR OF THE GODS FANFICTION SKIN#
I was just at home, on the recliner, laptop burning the skin off my lap, and enjoying a nice cup of tea.
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