[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]

It's just a flash. The lid sets with a click; this Mithos is suddenly insubstantial.

"No -- no!"

Re: [roots]

[orange_sun]

*blinks a bit*

...you're the part of him that's mad, right? The part that's stuck in what just happened?

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"What did you do to me?!"

Re: [roots]

[orange_sun]

It's kind of hard to say in something like this. Helped you control how mad you are, maybe?

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"Shut up! I hate you!"

Re: [roots]

[orange_sun]

...aren't you kind of tired? Of being angry, hating everyone? It's hard, isn't it?

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"You deserve it!"

Re: [roots]

[orange_sun]

It's not about what I deserve, though. It's about what's good for you. I don't think this is.

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

"Shut the fuck up!"

Re: [roots]

[orange_sun]

*lets out a quiet breath, and just. rests a hand briefly on where his shoulder would be if he was substantial*

Too mad to listen right now? Think about it, though.

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

He tries to slap your hand away.

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[orange_sun]

*this probably isn't very effective since incorporeal, but he drops it anyway*

I'll give you some space. But...just think about it, okay?

*and he's heading for the ghostly tree*

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

Mithos's raving fades behind you.

You pass quickly through the roots and approach the trunk of the ghostly tree. It's so large that this close, you can see that climbing it the normal way is inconceivable; instead, the bark itself forms a rough, ridged path up, more than wide enough to walk on. It looks pretty twisty, if you glance up; the jagged wound in the trunk has damaged it in places. But it's still navigable.

Re: [roots]

[orange_sun]

*...well, he could walk the twisty path, or he could fly.

let's take option b; whistling his trigger, rising up on a column of wind, following the path loosely*

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

Are you trying to go all the way up?

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[orange_sun]

*unless he sees a door or something in the tree itself, yes*

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]

[orange_sun]

Huh...

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

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

It's open! Do you go in?

Re: [roots]

[orange_sun]

*yep |D*

Re: [roots]

[antreegonist]

. . .