[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: [ground level]

[performing]

[sucking in a quick sharp breath, then letting it out slowly and thinking back, as hard as he can: that's not true, that's never been true, I don't think you'd think the same thing now]

[are there any more, from different bodies?]

Re: [ground level]

[antreegonist]

No, the rest are just corpses.

Re: [ground level]

[performing]

[well fine then. mouthing a little prayer briefly, and heading for the trees instead]

Re: [ground level]

[antreegonist]

. . .