I hesitated, and the world became new

[thelongcon]

{ THE ROAD N O T TAKEN }

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost

In one world you are defined by a series of specific events that took your life in a certain direction. Your parents were murdered or your village was burned. You picked one corner of the love triangle over the other. You bumped into a cute person on the first day of school. You saved the gender-neutral-royalty from the dragon. You chose friends over fame, evil over good, adventure over safety. You arrived just in time to stop something horrible, or you arrived too late. These are the moments that made you who you are today.

In this world, one influential moment of your life...went differently.

{ I N S T R U C T I O N S }

→ Post your character, preferences, and what moment of their lives took a different path. You can also include how their life has changed because of it. Please do not leave comments blank and leave around at least two events that could have happened instead.

→ Tag in. Your character might be part of this new world, or they might be someone who remembers the way things used to be before this happened.

→ Have fun!

notes: originally found here. modified meme taken from a musebox via hatetobeathing

Comments

[protectsthosewithout]

He let his mind wander a little bit, gently brushing hers in reassurance. One of the pluses to not being able to walk is the fact that he is using his powers once again. Erik would be proud of him.

Erik....

It still pained him to think about his friend and the fact that he had been unable to stop him in his quest. He had Raven though, and his arms wound tightly around her, as he gently shushed her.

[againsttheworld]

Once upon a time, she'd have put up a fight about the fact that he was going anywhere near her mind, but she knew better now. The brush was tender reassurance that he really was there, not an attempt to invade her privacy. It was a fine line, sure, but a decade did her some good. Things weren't quite as black and white as Erik taught her they were.

With that thought in the back of her mind, Raven slowly shed her mask, blonde hair giving way to red, pale skin giving way to blue. She remained clothed, mostly as a compromise to Charles' delicate sensibilities - which, given the number of people he'd gone home with, really shouldn't have been quite so delicate - and remained locked in the embrace, face turned towards the crook of his neck.

She wanted to know, more than anything, if he missed his Raven, or who she really was. It would dictate where they went from here, and she so wanted him to be open to the latter this time around.

[protectsthosewithout]

He could feel the change within her, as he held her tightly to him. He didn't have words at the moment, he just knew that he didn't want to let her go. He couldn't lose someone else close to him.

He just couldn't.

"I think I've done you a great disservice my dear?"

[againsttheworld]

It did seem like a good sign, that he hadn't yet moved. She knew full well that he could fell the change, the shifting of her skin into something else, of her mask falling away. Even so, he didn't go anywhere; he didn't even loosen his grip on her. And Raven didn't move either. She merely turned her head, pressing her face against the crook of his neck.

It had probably taken longer than anyone expected, but now he was finally starting to turn into the brother she thought she had all along. "I got over it," she mumbled against his skin, arms still tight around his broad shoulders. "As long as I never have to be alone again."

Like he'd promised her, so long ago.