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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He seems to be chanting -- the clouds are rolling and darkening around the both of you as you approach him, a storm building up in seconds.

Mithos—what are you doing?

You can't see a box here. He's concentrating, intent. Bright sigils are etching themelves in the air at the point of his sword, and in a circle around his feet, vast, complex.

"I call on your power . . ."