[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 - heart]

[antreegonist]

"Can we...?"

Re: [past - heart]

[performing]

Of course we can!

Re: [past - heart]

[antreegonist]

"All right," he whispers. "All right."

Re: [past - heart]

[performing]

C'mon, let's go find somewhere.

Re: [past - heart]

[antreegonist]

. . . they and the scene are fading . . .

"Okay . . . we'll go with you . . ."

Re: [past - heart]

[performing]

[IGNORING THAT as he gets to his feet]

Let's go, yeah?

Re: [past - heart]

[antreegonist]

"All right."

They disappear, leaving just the box.

Re: [past - heart]

[performing]

... I hope you found it eventually.

[kneeling to pick up the box, can it be opened?]

Re: [past - heart]

[antreegonist]

The feeling of utter possessiveness hits you for a moment when you touch it. It's yours, nothing can take it from you, you'll kill anyone who tries . . .

It's already a little bit open, lid ajar, leaking. You can't budge it further open.

Re: [past - heart]

[performing]

Jesus ...

[well, trying to use his sleeve to clean up some of that leak at least 8|]

Re: [past - heart]

[antreegonist]

You can clean the spilled liquid up!

Your sleeve is now soaked with badfeels.

Re: [past - heart]

[performing]

[#allenwalkerlife]

[is there anywhere to go from here?]

Re: [past - heart]

[antreegonist]

The scene is getting replaced.

You're standing at the top of a grassy hill at sunset. You can see doors standing at the bottom -- one on the left, one on the right.

Another Mithos is here: he's very tiny, about six or seven years old. He's sleeping.

Re: [past - heart]

[performing]

[oh man]

[tucking the box away for the moment and crouching down by tiny Mithos]

Hey?

Re: [past - heart]

[antreegonist]

He sort of rolls toward the sound of your voice.

Re: [past - heart]

[performing]

[but it's so small and my jacket is dirty]

Hey, kid, you shouldn't be sleeping out in the open. I think.

Re: [past - heart]

[antreegonist]

IDK MAN now it's cuddling into the closest part of you available.

Re: [past - heart]

[performing]

[BUT WHAT DO I DO WITH TINY CHILDREN?!

a...at least trying to take off badfeels jacket without letting it touch the tiny]

Re: [past - heart]

[antreegonist]

You can do that.

But now what.

Re: [past - heart]

[performing]

[> PAT TINY CHILD ON THE HEAD A LITTLE?!]

Um, hello ... someone ...

Re: [past - heart]

[antreegonist]

He...wakes up a little!

"Hi...?"

Re: [past - heart]

[performing]

[that's great but I still don't know how to deal with kids]

H...hi ... are you by yourself ...

Re: [past - heart]

[antreegonist]

"Uh-huh. . ."

He's just kind of. Slowly climbing onto you.

Re: [past - heart]

[performing]

[try not to panic Red! you can do it Red!]

Um?

Re: [past - heart]

[antreegonist]

"Um . . .?"

He . . . offers you a frog?