[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 - mind]

[oneknightstands]

[pulls his hand back]

You'll regain them, Mithos.

Re: [past - mind]

[antreegonist]

"I'm not in a huge hurry anymore," he says, just behind your shoulder. "But yes."

Re: [past - mind]

[oneknightstands]

[smiles, softly]

Which way to the other mind?

Re: [past - mind]

[antreegonist]

"Keep going right."

Re: [past - mind]

[oneknightstands]

Thank you, Mithos.

[to the riiight]

Re: [past - mind]

[antreegonist]

You pass through 'principle' one more time, and . . .