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[#126] The Wheel is Spinning Me (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Theme Prompt: #126 - Illusions
Title: The Wheel is Spinning Me
Fandom: The Eternals (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 | Spoilers for the film
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Each of the Eternals hides behind their own illusions.
Sprite bears the ability to craft the world in her image, though she can never keep it.
That’s the problem with illusions. They hang in the air with all their pretty pictures, visions of the way she wants the world to be, but living a life she can never have. She can never grow old, she can never touch or love the way she wants to be. In the eyes of the rest of the world, she will always be a child, whether or not she wants to be.
So she crafts elaborate fantasies. She lets them play across the ceiling of her room, the way her life would progress if she were no longer stuck. She deludes herself into thinking, for a little while, that maybe one day Arisham will have mercy on her, and she’ll get to live the life she wants. But that day never comes.
* * * * *
Sersi likes to pretend she’s one of them.
The lies come so easily after a while. Yes, she’s a totally normal human woman. Yes, she’s lived a completely normal human life. She gets to teach science and have a boyfriend and pretend like the weight of the world doesn’t rest on her shoulder for all the things she could change if she wasn’t bound to her cause.
Because with her hands tied, what would she do to a titan like Thanos? Turn him into a pile of flowers?
* * * * *
Thena is in control. Her broken mind doesn’t control her.
It’s an affirmation, she says to herself every day, that she steps out into the hut and into the blaring sunlight of the desert. She deludes herself into believing that today isn’t the day her delusions will take hold, and she’ll wind up killing the person she cares about most.
She moves to sit beneath her tree, viewing her pictures of rampant destruction and tries to decipher what her broken brain is trying to tell her. Solving the riddle might bring her one step closer.
Today, she stays focused enough that she doesn’t get triggered into uncontrollable violence. She decides that’s worth being called a good day.
* * * * *
Makkari gathers her collection and sits on her throne of trinkets, and hopes that one day she’ll be able to go home.
She watches as the years pass, trickling further and further into denial, waiting for the sign when her family would return to her and they’ll be off to another planet, to save another world. She hates sitting still, more than anything else, her fingers twitching and demanding that they take their next artifact, begin their next adventure, but she forces herself to stay still, and wait.
The call will come one day, won’t it?
* * * * *
Phastos finds joy again in a lie.
It takes decades for him to find something about humanity to connect with, something about them to believe that they were worth saving for all those millennia. He tries to pretend that they’re not flawed, that they won’t make things worse before they get better. He falls in love, lets himself be open again, and swears that he will never take up the life of an Eternal again.
But every so often, something lives in his workshop that just has to be tinkered with.
* * * * *
They can leave any time they want, Druig tells himself.
As he slips into their eyes, he says this. He uses their bodies to assess threats, defend themselves, defend him. He tells himself a pretty lie as he takes control of their bodies, holding them close and building a cult of personality under the guise that he’s protecting them. He isolates, manipulates, restricts.
He tells himself he’s better than any god they would ever follow. And it’s only in the shroud of darkness as they all slip away that he’ll occasionally acknowledge that he was wrong.
* * * * *
Gilgamesh wakes up in the morning and hopes that today isn’t the day Thena kills him.
He shouldn’t call what she becomes in her Mahd Wy'ry fits Thena. It’s so much easier to pretend that she’s someone else, not the woman he loves, not the person he’s watched fight for centuries with control and precision. She can’t be losing her mind. And he refuses to treat her like she is.
Should her mind break that illusion, he’ll change his tactics, but for now, it’s almost easier to pretend. He spends his life cooking for his love, and pretends that one day, she won’t drive her axe into his back.
* * * * *
Kingo creates illusions for a living.
Whether it’s pretending to be the different generations of the same man or playing a character on film, he gets to create an entire world all to himself where he’s the star. He sets himself as a main character, in a world where he’ll never be the lead.
One day, it will all be over, after all. Arisham will call them home, and he’ll have to start all over again. But for now—for now, he’s the star of the show. And for as long as it lasts, he’ll enjoy it.
* * * * *
Ajak shatters whatever illusions Ikaris can hold about himself, and somehow he shatters with it.
No Deviant ever delivered a blow strong enough to wound the way he feels the world crumble around him about what they expect to do. What they are required to do. He watches Sersi, the woman he loves more than this world, throw herself further into these people, somehow love them beyond how she loves even him, and knows that he cannot shatter her the way Ajak has destroyed him.
He knows he can’t be with her and lie to her. He knows he can’t tell her the truth, either.
All he can do is to hold fast to the idea that Arisham is always right, and keep that faith curled tight around him like a cape as he takes off into the sky, leaving the woman he loves behind.
Title: The Wheel is Spinning Me
Fandom: The Eternals (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 | Spoilers for the film
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Each of the Eternals hides behind their own illusions.
Sprite bears the ability to craft the world in her image, though she can never keep it.
That’s the problem with illusions. They hang in the air with all their pretty pictures, visions of the way she wants the world to be, but living a life she can never have. She can never grow old, she can never touch or love the way she wants to be. In the eyes of the rest of the world, she will always be a child, whether or not she wants to be.
So she crafts elaborate fantasies. She lets them play across the ceiling of her room, the way her life would progress if she were no longer stuck. She deludes herself into thinking, for a little while, that maybe one day Arisham will have mercy on her, and she’ll get to live the life she wants. But that day never comes.
Sersi likes to pretend she’s one of them.
The lies come so easily after a while. Yes, she’s a totally normal human woman. Yes, she’s lived a completely normal human life. She gets to teach science and have a boyfriend and pretend like the weight of the world doesn’t rest on her shoulder for all the things she could change if she wasn’t bound to her cause.
Because with her hands tied, what would she do to a titan like Thanos? Turn him into a pile of flowers?
Thena is in control. Her broken mind doesn’t control her.
It’s an affirmation, she says to herself every day, that she steps out into the hut and into the blaring sunlight of the desert. She deludes herself into believing that today isn’t the day her delusions will take hold, and she’ll wind up killing the person she cares about most.
She moves to sit beneath her tree, viewing her pictures of rampant destruction and tries to decipher what her broken brain is trying to tell her. Solving the riddle might bring her one step closer.
Today, she stays focused enough that she doesn’t get triggered into uncontrollable violence. She decides that’s worth being called a good day.
Makkari gathers her collection and sits on her throne of trinkets, and hopes that one day she’ll be able to go home.
She watches as the years pass, trickling further and further into denial, waiting for the sign when her family would return to her and they’ll be off to another planet, to save another world. She hates sitting still, more than anything else, her fingers twitching and demanding that they take their next artifact, begin their next adventure, but she forces herself to stay still, and wait.
The call will come one day, won’t it?
Phastos finds joy again in a lie.
It takes decades for him to find something about humanity to connect with, something about them to believe that they were worth saving for all those millennia. He tries to pretend that they’re not flawed, that they won’t make things worse before they get better. He falls in love, lets himself be open again, and swears that he will never take up the life of an Eternal again.
But every so often, something lives in his workshop that just has to be tinkered with.
They can leave any time they want, Druig tells himself.
As he slips into their eyes, he says this. He uses their bodies to assess threats, defend themselves, defend him. He tells himself a pretty lie as he takes control of their bodies, holding them close and building a cult of personality under the guise that he’s protecting them. He isolates, manipulates, restricts.
He tells himself he’s better than any god they would ever follow. And it’s only in the shroud of darkness as they all slip away that he’ll occasionally acknowledge that he was wrong.
Gilgamesh wakes up in the morning and hopes that today isn’t the day Thena kills him.
He shouldn’t call what she becomes in her Mahd Wy'ry fits Thena. It’s so much easier to pretend that she’s someone else, not the woman he loves, not the person he’s watched fight for centuries with control and precision. She can’t be losing her mind. And he refuses to treat her like she is.
Should her mind break that illusion, he’ll change his tactics, but for now, it’s almost easier to pretend. He spends his life cooking for his love, and pretends that one day, she won’t drive her axe into his back.
Kingo creates illusions for a living.
Whether it’s pretending to be the different generations of the same man or playing a character on film, he gets to create an entire world all to himself where he’s the star. He sets himself as a main character, in a world where he’ll never be the lead.
One day, it will all be over, after all. Arisham will call them home, and he’ll have to start all over again. But for now—for now, he’s the star of the show. And for as long as it lasts, he’ll enjoy it.
Ajak shatters whatever illusions Ikaris can hold about himself, and somehow he shatters with it.
No Deviant ever delivered a blow strong enough to wound the way he feels the world crumble around him about what they expect to do. What they are required to do. He watches Sersi, the woman he loves more than this world, throw herself further into these people, somehow love them beyond how she loves even him, and knows that he cannot shatter her the way Ajak has destroyed him.
He knows he can’t be with her and lie to her. He knows he can’t tell her the truth, either.
All he can do is to hold fast to the idea that Arisham is always right, and keep that faith curled tight around him like a cape as he takes off into the sky, leaving the woman he loves behind.
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