[a heart.]

[antreegonist]

There's a moment of nothing but light and sensation. Someone's looking you over and the scrutiny prickles and burns – it's nearly a physical pain, like fine little hooks digging past your skin, into the very meat of you. I know who you are, it says, and I know what you are, and that you don't have any business here --

“But you do,” says Mithos behind you. He's a tired, steady voice in your ear, a light hand on your shoulder. “I don't know what Dream's thinking, but everyone is welcome here in my heart; just keep in mind it's a real mess right now.”

Your vision clears.

((assume your characters wandered in here through a dream. also join #ihateyouihateyouiwanttocuddle on irc if you can!))

Comments

Re: [past - mind]

[brotagonist]

Then come on! Just one more push and you can rest for a while!

Re: [center - love]

[hitlist]

I knew I didn't fly home! [ obviously this thought never occurred to her... ]

Thanks.

Re: [future - heart]

[ganbareist]

. . .

Mithos, you can't pick this up again. You have to let it go.

Re: [future - heart]

[antreegonist]

"What do you mean, again!"

Re: [center - truth]

[antreegonist]

"Couldn't I say the same of you?" He might be teasing, a little.

Re: [center - love]

[antreegonist]

What you get is an impression of your own mana, a sensation that isn't quite feel or smell or taste but has elements of all three. It's solid, complex . . . a little citrusy? There's a taste there of something twisty that you can pinpoint as human. It's probably a disorienting jolt, to have an additional sense for a few seconds.

There's emotion wrapped up with that feeling too: warmth, trust, the urge to motherhen a little, camaraderie, affection, and one or two other wisps of emotion you can't quite pin down.

But there's a sour and dissonant note somewhere as well, something you know doesn't belong, a slimy grey scum of loathing over the 'human' part. You can tell it's coming from somewhere up in the branches.

Re: [center - truth]

[antreegonist]

"Sort of? But sort of not. Truth's in the back!"

Re: [future - heart]

[ganbareist]

Sorry. I'm really no good at this sometimes.

Re: [past - mind]

[antreegonist]

"No . . . I'm done. I don't want to fight anymore."

Re: [center - love]

[antreegonist]

♥

Re: [future - heart]

[antreegonist]

. . . he looks confused, actually turning towards you for a moment.

Re: [center - truth]

[glorious]

-- Not quite.

Re: [past - mind]

[brotagonist]

You're giving up?

Re: [future - heart]

[ganbareist]

... I'm really sorry for your loss.

Re: [future - heart]

[antreegonist]

"You're . . . what?"

Re: [center - truth]

[featherfetch]

I thought that this whole place was supposed to be 'truth'. . .

Re: [center - truth]

[antreegonist]

"You might have to explain that one."

Re: [center - truth]

[antreegonist]

"If you want to say it in a really corny way . . . one is all, all is one? Something like that. I prefer 'hearts can be weird' myself."

Re: [past - mind]

[antreegonist]

"Yes . . ."

Re: [future - heart]

[ganbareist]

I'm sorry. I've lost a sister too. I had her back for two seconds. But it was just an illusion. All I did was see her face.

If there really was a way, you have friends who would help you, whether you know it or not. But there isn't.

Re: [center - truth]

[featherfetch]

[skritches again]

I see. Well, I am interested in meeting the person I have been speaking with, if that is alright with you.

Re: [future - heart]

[antreegonist]

He -- takes a step out of the spell-circle towards you. "But it already --"

The rest of it's lost in a scream: he's being struck by lightning.

Re: [past - mind]

[brotagonist]

But— there's so much more you can do!

Re: [center - truth]

[antreegonist]

"'Course it's all right, Pascal."

Re: [past - mind]

[antreegonist]

The party's getting to the top of the cliff.

"Is there? Is there really anything humans won't trample down in the end? I don't think so."