[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: [future - heart]

[brotagonist]

Sure thing. I want to.

[takes his hand away, looking over towards the door.]

Re: [future - heart]

[antreegonist]

There's a little bit of a breeze, rustling the grass and the fandalias.

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[brotagonist]

[reaches to touch a flower?]

Re: [future - heart]

[antreegonist]

A memory of Martel, shushing Yuan, telling him he'll scare the forest creatures . . .

Re: [future - heart]

[brotagonist]

[. . . pats it before heading for the center again.]

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[antreegonist]

To principle?

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[brotagonist]

[yes! with a glance to be sure Guardian's still sleeping on the way.]

Re: [future - heart]

[antreegonist]

He is!

You're back in principle, the pillars shifting in the silver pool.

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[brotagonist]

[kneels to dip a hand in... is this what I remember?]

Re: [future - heart]

[antreegonist]

It's stronger than last time, perhaps. The liquid fills you with a powerful desire, rather than a feeling: I need to atone, I need to move forward, I need to live . . .

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[brotagonist]

[shivers, then goes for the door.]

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[antreegonist]

. . .