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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[sighs a little, picking the puppy up]

[stops to put a hand on his tree as he does]

What you get is an impression of your own mana, a sensation that isn't quite feel or smell or taste but has elements of all three. It's solid, complex . . . a little citrusy? There's a taste there of something twisty that you can pinpoint as human. It's probably a disorienting jolt, to have an additional sense for a few seconds.

There's emotion wrapped up with that feeling too: warmth, trust, the urge to motherhen a little, camaraderie, affection, and one or two other wisps of emotion you can't quite pin down.

But there's a sour and dissonant note somewhere as well, something you know doesn't belong, a slimy grey scum of loathing over the 'human' part. You can tell it's coming from somewhere up in the branches.