His head pounded, yet did not, ached yet felt far away, contradictions not bearing any weight, the impossible weight of being no one and everyone at once, one and two, 75 and 2000, of having lived and not lived, of existing in a way that made no sense at all.
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Memories, memories, memories-
He punches his cheek, oh it ached, sweet sweet burn tapering into a dull sharp thing.
He cupped his cheek, index passing over his upper-lip-
"A moustache ?" he murmured voice full of wonder.
or
A old man wakes up as Omni-man, barely an idea of the world he ended up in and with two thousand years of memories serving the Viltrumite empire, of no memory of the last decade -decades?- He, Nolan, spend on earth.
(already cross-posted on SB and Ao3)
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Memories, memories, memories-
He punches his cheek, oh it ached, sweet sweet burn tapering into a dull sharp thing.
He cupped his cheek, index passing over his upper-lip-
"A moustache ?" he murmured voice full of wonder.
or
A old man wakes up as Omni-man, barely an idea of the world he ended up in and with two thousand years of memories serving the Viltrumite empire, of no memory of the last decade -decades?- He, Nolan, spend on earth.
(already cross-posted on SB and Ao3)