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[antreegonist]

OH NO IT'S TIME FOR A SELF-INDULGENT EXPERIMENT

Hypothetical heart relationship meme! Comment here with one of our relationships and I will create a heart room/area for you on the spot symbolizing that specific relationship.* You can play in it ala typical heartgame exploration threads! LIKE AN INTERACTIVE RELATIONSHIP ESSAY BECAUSE I HAVE A HARD TIME WRITING REAL ONES ALL IN ONE GO.

OR, if you don't feel like exploradoraing, say so and I'll give you a general description plus a quick rundown of the symbolism. |Db /easy

I play Lark/Timi on Tiger's Eye and Mithos on Sterling!







* I may use bits of these hypothetical rooms later, but chances are these relationships will be represented very differently in real heartgames.

Comments

[antreegonist]

You wake up. Whatever's underneath you is soft. You can feel something draped over you from nose to tail--some light cloth, perhaps--but you have no trouble breathing. Pink light filters through the cloth.

It's deliciously warm.

[shipwithwings]

[...I didn't steal Snow's sheets did I...]

[nosing out from underneath whatever it is]

[antreegonist]

It's a red blanket! Gosh. You're in a bed--an incredibly fancy four-poster hung with thick velvet curtains. They're Iolite-purple, currently closed on three sides. There's some kind of pattern on them.

The fourth side--directly in front of you--is open, but all you can see is a large lit fireplace, with a high mantel above it. There seem to be some shadowy objects arranged on the mantel. Hard to make out specifics from here, though.

The delicious smell of baking bread hangs in the air.

[shipwithwings]

Oh, how nice.

[antreegonist]

It is certainly nice! ♥

[shipwithwings]

[climbs out of the bed, not bothering to remake because psh who does that. going to check out the mantle :o]

[antreegonist]

Bright as it is, the fire doesn't actually seem to light much. You can make out enough to tell you're in a pretty large room though--vague shapes of furniture, etc. The floor is carpeted in Iolite-purple.

Atop the mantel are what feel like a smooth stone on a string, a team key, and...a pie?

[shipwithwings]

[SNIFF SNIFF WHAT KIND OF PIE]

[antreegonist]

IT'S THAT SWEET-SPICY ONE LARK MADE OUT OF AATHER PLANTS!

[shipwithwings]

[HOM NOM]

[antreegonist]

It tastes delicious.

And also like sheer affection.

[shipwithwings]

[P-PURRUMBLES]

[...going to follow the smell of baking now '^']

[antreegonist]

It doesn't seem to be coming from anywhere in particular. It's just...there.

[shipwithwings]

Curious.

[well then I guess I'll just go wandering around the room, maybe there is more pie hidden away]