[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]

[scalesfromeyes]

Mm… Cleaning, apparently.

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

He sneers.

"As if I'll believe that."

Re: [roots]

[scalesfromeyes]

It's all right if you don't. If you'd prefer to talk, that's fine.

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"Why would I want to talk to a human?"

Re: [roots]

[scalesfromeyes]

Mm, yes, that's a good question. We're horrible, aren't we?

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

. . . he appears to be confused by a human actually agreeing with him.

Re: [roots]

[scalesfromeyes]

It doesn't make any sense… We just hurt people different from us.

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"What the hell are you talking about . . ."

Is he fading, a little . . .?

Re: [roots]

[scalesfromeyes]

If… If we looked more, past what people were… But that doesn't happen, does it? We're too cowardly.

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"Humans who hate even themselves . . . how pathetic."

He's growing more and more insubstantial.

Re: [roots]

[scalesfromeyes]

Ah… I'm sorry. It's not very constructive.

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"What does that even mean . . ."

Re: [roots]

[scalesfromeyes]

Hating myself. It doesn't solve anything, does it? Unless I do something about it.

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"Not . . . my problem . . ."

And he disappears.

Re: [roots]

[scalesfromeyes]

…No, it's not. Faith?

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

There's a glass box behind where he's standing, tipped sideways, its lid ajar. Some dark fluid's leaking out from it to stain the ground.

Re: [roots]

[scalesfromeyes]

…Ah…

[reaches out to right it.]

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

There's a flash of pure unadulterated rage when you touch the box. You want to destroy it -- you want to destroy everything --

Re: [roots]

[scalesfromeyes]

Ah--!

[her hands tighten briefly before she manages to pull them away, wide-eyed.]

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

It fades.

Re: [roots]

[scalesfromeyes]

[…squeezes her hands together.]

I'm sorry, Faith.

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"Rabbit . . ."

Re: [roots]

[scalesfromeyes]

…Mm. I said I was going to clean up, didn't I?

[looking at the entrances.]

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

". . . thanks . . . there's mess everywhere."

Re: [roots]

[scalesfromeyes]

All right. Anywhere, then?