[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: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"Nothing helps."

Re: [roots]

[gravitysrainbow]

[I'm pretty used to pure destructive rage tbh

turns to look at ghostymithos, flame going out '^']

... I'm really sorry. For... for yelling, and for being here, and for what happened to you. ... Sorry.

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"None of your damn business -- go away!"

Re: [roots]

[oneknightstands]

Was it always this way?

Re: [roots]

[featherfetch]

['-']

I'm sorry. I am not sure where I should go, though.

Re: [roots]

[hitlist]

[ shrug ]

You can say it again if you want to. I did a lot of bad things. I can't remember them, but I know I did. So it's alright to hate me.

Re: [future - body]

[antreegonist]

The sensation of touching that vine feels like a cheerful ♪, and a flurry of thoughts dance through your head too quickly to catch hold of. Knowledge, and memories of using it. Cooking in the kitchen, fileting a fish, gutting a hippo; how to brown beef and make sauces and cook spaghetti al dente --

Also you now have a handful of blueberries.

Re: [ground level]

[antreegonist]

There's someone standing behind you on your glider, tugging you back.

"Hey!"

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

At the first branching off the tree, there's a white wooden door. Written on it is the word BODY.

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

. . .

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"How dare you!"

Re: [roots]

[orange_sun]

Huh...

*landing in front of it and checking to see if it's open*

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"Shut up! I don't care! Shut up!"

Re: [future - body]

[squirreledaway]

[... well, that was strange. Pocketing the berries for now, and going to the mirror]

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"What the hell? You don't even have the decency to not want to be hated? That's pathetic!"

He's growing a little more insubstantial, though.

Re: [roots]

[gravitysrainbow]

... I know changing things or closing boxes or anything... it's not my place, right? I... I hope it helps you, though. In the long run. I know you're angry, and you have every right to be. I'm really sorry.

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

There's a box behind him -- upended with the lid ajar, leaking dark fluid --

"Who cares!"

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"Maybe you can just die."

Re: [center - knowledge]

[scalesfromeyes]

Oh… Hello.

Re: [center - knowledge]

[antreegonist]

He looks up.

"Hello, Rabbit."

Re: [roots]

[hitlist]

I suppose it's pathetic. But I don't want people to lie to me just to make me feel better.

Re: [roots]

[oneknightstands]

I would like to know.

What's kept in that jar?

Re: [future - body]

[antreegonist]

It's a tall square mirror in a wooden frame, carved with leaves and flowers.

Your reflection looks back at you, and so does . . . well, the mirror's reflecting someone next to you. You can't put your finger on what they look like though, it keeps shifting -- a warm smile? Maybe they're tall or maybe they're not? Are they standing at ease. . .?

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

It's open! Do you go in?

Re: [roots]

[bondingspirits]

But I care! I want to help you!