[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: [past - body]

[antreegonist]

He really is fading out while he's crying, though.

Re: [past - body]

[squirreledaway]

[... oh. :(a]

... It'll be okay. I promise.

Re: [past - body]

[antreegonist]

...he's gone.

Re: [past - body]

[squirreledaway]

[looks at the box... and closes it... :(a]

[Rubs his face a bit, and then looks around]

Re: [past - body]

[antreegonist]

The sunrise over the hill is bright. You can't see where the road leads, or if it ends. There's a bit of a breeze rustling the fandalias.

And when you want to leave, there are the doors.

Re: [past - body]

[squirreledaway]

[... following the road, taking that second box with him]

Re: [past - body]

[antreegonist]

The road leads on, and on: a certain joy in just the act of walking, of traveling, of not knowing what lies ahead but being there to experience it . . . that sinks into you, slowly.

A third door fades into view beside the path, after a while.

Re: [past - body]

[squirreledaway]

[glances at the door... and steps toward that...]

Re: [past - body]

[antreegonist]

It's white wood like the rest, but not marked with any word...are you entering?

Re: [past - body]

[squirreledaway]

[yes]

Re: [past - body]

[antreegonist]

. . .