La Guerrera del tiempo by Starsea

los proyectos divierten a Dios

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"We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us."
Joseph Campbell

"I wanted to be a physicist, you know."

He looked at her for a moment, the gaze sympathetic and calm. "You still can be."

"Not in the same way. You know that." She gazed down at her hands, brown next to his, but not as dark as they usually would be. He tanned too, although his skin went from white to gold. It was almost like alchemy, except there was no red stage. "Being the Guardian of Time does tend to take precedence."

"What would you have done?" he asked, looking down as they continued to walk down the street. "What would you have done as a physicist?"

Setsuna shrugged. "I don't know. Studied the universe. Found out more about anti-matter. Won the Nobel Prize."

He threw his head back in surprise, laughing out loud, and Setsuna took the moment to savour the sweet line of his neck as it curved down and merged into his shoulder. All the lines of his body were clear and beautiful. It wasn't just her, she knew that other people saw the same thing. But she was the only one who could see the whole picture.

"I still say you can," he insisted, the laughter lingering in his eyes. "Who says you can't win the Nobel Prize and be the Guardian of Time? I would have thought one could help the other, actually."

"That's cheating!" she protested, trying not to smile.

"Using background knowledge is not cheating," he answered, widening his eyes innocently.

"You're assuming I still want to win the Nobel Prize," she said, tucking her hand around the curve of his arm and pulling him close, partly for the warmth and also for the feeling of his hip brushing hers.

"Don't you?" he asked in a lower tone, matching his stride to hers. He tipped his head a little and strands of hair brushed her cheek.

"Perhaps... in another life. But the Setsuna who won the Nobel Prize wouldn't have these friends, wouldn't have a family, wouldn't have a daughter. Wouldn't have you," she ended softly. "It took a while to let go of those plans I had... but I honestly wouldn't go back to that life if I could. Not now."

He was silent. They walked side by side, unaware that they were making people smile, each lost in their own thoughts. Autumn leaves blew over them and the sun slid down the narrow streets between sidescrapers, surprising them at each crossing. Setsuna wondered if she'd said too much. She opened her mouth but he cut her off, speaking reflectively.

"My mother once told me a proverb: if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. I think we must make him laugh a lot."

"I'm glad my plans didn't work out," Setsuna said, looking at him with a smile.


Title: Plans make God laugh

DISCLAIMER: Meioh Setsuna belongs to Naoko Takeuchi.

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