[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: [center - truth]

[brotagonist]

Yeah, thanks. Hey. . . can I show one to you, too? Later.

Re: [center - truth]

[antreegonist]

"'Course! Like you have to ask."

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[brotagonist]

Eheh. . .

[leans for a moment more, then focuses on one of the leaves; do you just have to concentrate to put a memory in these?]

Re: [center - truth]

[antreegonist]

Yes; it doesn't glow or do anything particularly special, but you'll know your memory is there now.

Re: [center - truth]

[brotagonist]

[. . . gives it the feedback of feeling Mithos's emotions from the little tree, knowing what they are and whose and returning them; then slips it inside the box and closes it.]

Re: [center - truth]

[antreegonist]

Mithos sighs, a little.

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[brotagonist]

Huh?

Re: [center - truth]

[antreegonist]

"Wonder what it'll do."

Re: [center - truth]

[brotagonist]

Nothing bad, I hope...

[hefts the box]

What d'you want to do with this?

Re: [center - truth]

[antreegonist]

"I need you to help me join it up with this..."

He indicates the shifting dark thing cupped between his hands.

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[brotagonist]

Sure thing. What'll that do?

[ready!!]

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[antreegonist]

"It'll calm it down some. When I say go --"

He's very intent on the darkness . . . it's shifting, shaping, stretching into a long, thin stem, writhing branches all over it.

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[brotagonist]

Right—

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[antreegonist]

For a second, all the offshoots of one branch spread wide, creating a space that the box can fill --

"Now!"

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[brotagonist]

[STICKIN IT IN THERE :U]

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[antreegonist]

The darkness clamps down on the box like a vise; suddenly the whole thing's a bit more sluggish.

"Whew...that's better."

Re: [center - truth]

[brotagonist]

Cool. . . will the others help more, then?

Re: [center - truth]

[antreegonist]

"Yeah. The more of 'em are touching it, the better."

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[brotagonist]

I'll bring the rest of'em back here, then.

But eat first.

Re: [center - truth]

[antreegonist]

"Haha, okay. . ."

He shifts a bit, transferring the memory to one hand so he can take a sandwich off the plate.

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[brotagonist]

You're the one who said you were hungry!

[you can continue leaning on me while you eat that if you wanttt]

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[antreegonist]

"I ammmmph. Thnkphh."

He gets that arm around you as soon as he's done with the sandwich.

Re: [center - truth]

[brotagonist]

[puts his chin on Mithos's head, quiet for a moment]

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[antreegonist]

He's nested pretty firmly into your side, radiating 'i love you' so hard you can feel it in your bones.

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[brotagonist]

[you... are... ridiculous]

...I'm sorry you're so messed up right now, but I'm really glad you're okay, too.