[ Angel Devil. ] [ chatcube, or action. ] [ if you're visiting the rose barn, look for the door with the creepy bat-and-angel-wing sigil on it. Knock first! Or get zapped. ]
In a bottle. With some magic oomph to make sure it would get to shore in a timely manner. Couldn't use powers for a goodly while after that ritual, and by the time I could, oops, out of service range!
Would the savage heart be soothed to know I hated it the whole time? Oh, dear.... Or would she be beset by envy, to have missed it? Just look at me. I'm a mess, aren't~ I~?
[ you're freckly, as far from flowers and vanilla as you'll ever suffer yourself to be in your life, and extremely well-salted. if she busts that bubble it would be like eating fair food. it IS groaning and bending under the onslaught at least a bit, but it will probably hold firm until the exact moment the dream wants it to not. ]
[What ritual!!!!!!!!! Nobody fucking tells her anything!!]
[Angry, plaintive:]
But why? Why did you leave?!
You said you'd teach me! How am I supposed to live now, without that which you've promised me?! I'll kill you! I'll send us both to the bottom of the sea!
[Gripping the orb, she starts beating her wings, trying to wrench the boat from the ice.]
What does it matter what I wish! I'm dreaming. You're still gone; I'm still searching. I hate that I still have the capacity to hope. I hate thatyou made me feel hopeful.
[There's a cracking, splintering noise as things start to give.]
Come, Reverence - I dropped my Mask of Radical Acceptance to the ocean floor; help me find it!
[She wrenches the both of them sideways, and whether the orb breaks free of the ice, or the entire iceberg flips over, either way they're going in the drink with a mighty BLOOOSH]
[ They drop into the depths with the force of a boulder cast from a cliff, shrapnel of ice peeling away from them like withered leaves falling the wrong way.
The Genome under her claws becomes something else, after they've submerged: that form of a clione merman she'd held for point two seconds before it died -
when he'd promised her eternal life, in the first place.
beneath the ocean, it's as fantastical as one might expect. sea creatures from earth, from Gaia, from the pasture. dark serpentine shapes in the far distance. life, abundant, devouring-- ]
[ as they sink deeper, it becomes clear: all around them, there are many thrumming voices raising in familiar song. new throats join as the waters grow darker.
a red glow is coming from the depths of the clione's torso. ]
[Together, they sink. She opens her mouth to reply but all that comes out is a stream of bubbles. But somehow, he still hears her voice in his head.]
In that, I've already failed, just as I've failed in all other things. Failed to return. Failed to leave a mark. Failed to be remembered. Failed to find you in eight days of searching, now with my end on the horizon.
If there's nothing left but oblivion, then at least there will also be peace.
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Re: Night 83, a dream
You left!!! Without a trace!!!!
For days I have searched for you! Looked for your image in the fountain's reflection! Tried fishing for your soul!
You bastard!! You liar!!
Re: Night 83, a dream
hey.
he reaches out an (unpainted, still sharpened) nail to stroke the inside of his own barrier right over where a big paw pad is ]
I left a note.
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[she somehow sounds like she genuinely hadn't seen it, even while she's gnawing on the orb like she's trying to break it like an egg.]
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Would the savage heart be soothed to know I hated it the whole time? Oh, dear.... Or would she be beset by envy, to have missed it? Just look at me. I'm a mess, aren't~ I~?
[ you're freckly, as far from flowers and vanilla as you'll ever suffer yourself to be in your life, and extremely well-salted. if she busts that bubble it would be like eating fair food. it IS groaning and bending under the onslaught at least a bit, but it will probably hold firm until the exact moment the dream wants it to not. ]
Re: Night 83, a dream
[Angry, plaintive:]
But why? Why did you leave?!
You said you'd teach me! How am I supposed to live now, without that which you've promised me?! I'll kill you! I'll send us both to the bottom of the sea!
[Gripping the orb, she starts beating her wings, trying to wrench the boat from the ice.]
Re: Night 83, a dream
Or do you wish to dream of flying?
I'll go where you choose, dear. But you must choose.
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[There's a cracking, splintering noise as things start to give.]
I just, want, to stop hurting!
[CRACK,]
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[She wrenches the both of them sideways, and whether the orb breaks free of the ice, or the entire iceberg flips over, either way they're going in the drink with a mighty BLOOOSH]
1/2
The Genome under her claws becomes something else, after they've submerged: that form of a clione merman she'd held for point two seconds before it died -
when he'd promised her eternal life, in the first place.
beneath the ocean, it's as fantastical as one might expect. sea creatures from earth, from Gaia, from the pasture. dark serpentine shapes in the far distance. life, abundant, devouring-- ]
2/3
a red glow is coming from the depths of the clione's torso. ]
3/3
[ the protective bubble he's in is covered over with spiderweb cracks, seawater rushing intside. ]
You say you hate hurting, but really, you're telling me what you want is for it not to stop. That's my offer, Azdaja. That's always been my offer.
Eternal pain.
If you're saved, you shall never be the obedient drone you were meant to be.
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In that, I've already failed, just as I've failed in all other things. Failed to return. Failed to leave a mark. Failed to be remembered. Failed to find you in eight days of searching, now with my end on the horizon.
If there's nothing left but oblivion, then at least there will also be peace.
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[ ribbons of blood curl through the water around them, source unseen. ]
If only... there was someone...
We could beg for just a little more time...