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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Touch it and you feel -- love and grief pitched to their highest extremes, twisted up until they've turned into something else entirely, something awful . . .

[swallows, strained, and moves to close it]

He fades, and so does the scene.

You are no longer falling.

You're sitting on top of a hill at sunrise. A road leads down from the hill, winding off into the distance.

A patch of fandalia flowers is growing next to you.

There are two doors at the bottom of the hill as well, one to the left (which leads back to 'love') and one to the right.