[a heart field trip]

[antreegonist]

*you're back on the island of Mithos's heart, on the dirt path through the meadow. the sky's still clouded and glassy, but it's no longer storming: you've arrived in the middle of a sunshower.

the freestanding door is there in its pool. the surrounding fog has thinned to translucence -- you can see a couple of large, four-legged shapes moving in it.*

Comments

[antreegonist]

h o w d o y o u f e e l a b o u t y o u r v i s i t

[brotagonist]

...I'm really happy I got to see more of this place.

[antreegonist]

t h e f e e l i n g i s m u t u a l

[brotagonist]

[///.]

You're all cracked...

[antreegonist]

r e b u i l t

[brotagonist]

Good.

[antreegonist]

*pleased...*

[brotagonist]

Mithos is one of the best friends I've ever had, so if anything should stay together, it's the stuff that holds him up...

[antreegonist]

*a blend of emotions melts into you, twined and sweet and complex. love . . .*

[brotagonist]

[nnngh okay just stops talking a minute, fft.]

[antreegonist]

*it's yours; it's for you.*

[brotagonist]

[wipes his eyes with his sleeve! OH MY GOD!]

T-thanks. You too.

[antreegonist]

*. . . mellows out after that, giving Lloyd time to recover -- though the feeling doesn't really leave, and strengthens when he answers it.*

[brotagonist]

[bwuh bwuh just leans his forehead against the pillar a bit.

snff.]

[antreegonist]

*heyyyy there.*

[brotagonist]

[I am just going to be quietly happy to the bone and kind of damp-eyed at you for a little while okay. don't tell anyone.

wipes his eyes again, after a moment.]

Sappy...

[antreegonist]

*well, of course; I'm Mithos, aren't I? and you're one of the best friends I've ever had.*

[brotagonist]

Thank you. For everything.

[antreegonist]

*understanding; appreciation*

l i k e w i s e

[brotagonist]

[stays leaned.]

H-haha. . . does that help?

[antreegonist]

l o t s . . .

[brotagonist]

[clears his throat nngh]

Great.

[antreegonist]

*tightens the fffeelings around you a little more thoroughly, gratitude sounding out of their scale. another emotional hug, as it were.*

[brotagonist]

[okay :X leans into it physically, putting a little more weight against his hands on the stone, which is about all he can consciously do. but. . . sentiment returned regardless, if pillars can pick up on that kind of thing.]

[antreegonist]

*it is indeed picked up and acknowledged. the stone is warm against your hands, and solid, and seems to be a little . . . more there in response.*