antreegonist | [a heart.]

Entry tags:

hearts,
ic

[a heart.]

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!))

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[…takes a deep breath and stands up, heading for the trees.]

He's pointing the sword at you, poised to attack. On the ground behind him is a box filled with dark fluid; it's turned on its side, the lid a little bit ajar, leaking.

"Get out."

"Away."

On the ground behind him is a box filled with dark fluid; it's turned on its side, the lid a little bit ajar, leaking.

[looks around, taking in his surroundings, a hand rested on his sword hilt]

A dream?

[what th....]

... What happened here?

[doesn't... touch any of the bodies, but can't help but look at them 8(]

...

[yanking his hand back instinctively, startled little noise]

[and shuddering some more]

[right. okay. doing things. summoning his keyblade and hopping on, those patches of blue in the sky look promising, are they...at all accessible...]

Mithos's voice again, very tired.

"No...you're really here."

They're . . . they're very very dead, Hazel.

You'll have to fly through the storm to get to them.

Is this because of your memory?

They aren't! You know they aren't, even if you're mad...!

[oh yes well I gathered :|a I have a pretty large sample size of dead bodies to compare them to

but still 8(

I GUESS WE ARE FOLLOWIN' THOSE BOOT TRACKS]