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Random contemplation regarding that whole anthropomorphic-personifications-of-concepts fiction idea that I have yet to do anything with... I've established Fate in my mind as following a bigger plan, one not of his (conscious) making, but I've never been able to settle on just who or what that plan does come from, or how to enforce the bad luck parts of Luck's position to keep him from going about being nice to people and only giving bad luck to people who deserve it.

But suppose the plan actually isn't formed by a higher power, and there isn't anything keeping Luck from meting out luck the way he wants to? Suppose instead that what Fate thinks is a plan is actually a combination of the necessity of balancing what Luck does to maintain the essentially random nature of life, and a subconscious way for Fate to justify the really crappy things he has to do to people whenever Luck gets too generous?

You'd think a setup like that would cause Fate to burn out faster than Luck... except Fate has his belief in the plan (and his own personal damage) to keep him steady, and Lucks keep burning out because they're stuck with Fate.

(And wow would it suck for Fate to actually realize all of this...)

[FFVIII] Winter Garden (787)

In which I beat an analogy right into the ground. Also, a first draft for a piece for 30kisses. I can't decide if using present tense in that first paragraph is okay or not, but past tense makes it sound weird.

( Years after a star burns out, its light keeps shining. )

Aaaaangst.

I cleaned my kitchen and my desk. I wrote stuff. I took out the trash.

So why do I feel like I didn't accomplish a damn thing?

Call the waaaaahmbulance.