antreegonist | [a heart.]

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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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Yes! And that-- [ pointing at an awkward grey lump ] is Sterling. I wanted to make all of our friends but I can't make them all fast enough.

"Thanks, Arry...I love it."

You can feel that he genuinely does.

[ she beams ]

Thanks. One more thing... [ it takes her awhile to switch threads, but eventually she manages to place the Sterling house atop the silver mound -- which is the boulder hill! -- and an awkward book inside the door. or something like that ]

There. Where should I go next?

"You could go up further -- there's another piece of memory there -- or go to the middle part, which is the road to me. There's stuff to be done everywhere, so it depends what you want."