[heart game]

[dormancy]

There is a click, a soft urging, almost whispered too soft to hear, but you can sense that you are being beckoned somewhere, lead to an elaborate open door with wood panels and great curls of gold leaf. You cannot see what is beyond the door, but it smells sour and sharp. Before you can turn over the thought of should you or shouldn't you, if you are the kind, there is a quiet push at your back and through the door you go . . .

Join #supersafe, because I like being misleading. When in doubt, use this for flower meanings if you character is the type . . .

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[dramatispersonae]

"Hah! So? Accidents happen, glass breaks, you clean it up, then go on with it. Don't you have an ounce of shame in you?"

[shipwithwings]

[omg RUDE scoot over i'm perching there]

Do not sleep when I am speaking to you!

[dramatispersonae]

Gilbert offers it to her. If she checks the binding, Yuri is in fact written on it in gold lettering.

"These books ... Vincent is protective of them. He keeps mine with him."

[dramatispersonae]

It gives a soft coo as it tumbles off the gate into the hedges. After a beat, it slowly works to right itself. Apparently, the hedges with their thorns and the like are not comfortable enough to be napped on.

[shipwithwings]

Oh, heavens—

[f-fluttering down to scruff the dormouse out of the thorns]

[sightunseen]

Why aren't they with the others?

[takes it to flip through]

[fraternalorders]

Very well.

[crueltobekind]

A glass breaking isn't the same as a bone breaking.

[dramatispersonae]

Goodness, there is an awful lot. It is nearly a novel that starts with Vincent having some curiosity about Yuri, then he clearly gets more and more agitated as well as . . . Tender? Certainly, more endeared, at least.

"I don't know ... He probably doesn't want to leave them out of his reach, or ... He does."

[dramatispersonae]

There isn't much recognition other than his usual coo, but you may notice something sparkling around his neck . . . Well, it is very kind of you to put him back into place, while feeling as tired as you do.

[shipwithwings]

[loops his tail around it so it won't fall off again, ffffighting the urge to yawn]

What is that? Since when do you wear a collar?

[playfreebird]

[I guess we will try the maze then!]

[dramatispersonae]

"If you're any kind of man, this isn't the first time you've broken a bone before."

Elliot takes a seat in the arm chair when he finishes.

[sightunseen]

Mm...

[lookin out the window]

[dramatispersonae]

It seems to be a mirror, but the Dormouse isn't answer as usual.

[crueltobekind]

It doesn't hurt less the more it happens. What kind of insensitive jerk are you?

[dramatispersonae]

When you enter the maze, you realize that you may not have to pay as close attention to which way you turn. The hedges are short, only coming up to your shoulders at most, and cut away completely in other places. The branches and leaves are scattered and broken as if they were carelessly cut down. Nested in the sea of hedges are thorns, nails, and the occasional scissors . . . Well, it looks like if you want to cut through, you should still be careful.

Not that you really should need to cut through, you have the maze completely remembered by now, don't you? Left, left, right, left . . . You know where you wish to go, so go, then.

[dramatispersonae]

You can see the snowy rooftops of Camelot. It looks to be night time.

[dramatispersonae]

"I'm a man who has some pride and doesn't cry over small scrapes!"

[shipwithwings]

[pokes it with his nose]

[dramatispersonae]

The mirror has a nice shine, but you get the sense that it is an anchor, connects to something larger . . .

[crueltobekind]

It's not some insignificant scrape!

[shipwithwings]

[in dragon's Vincent-centric world, assuming that is Vincent]

Well you have been no help at all. Do not fall off again.

[dramatispersonae]

Well, let's be real, it is probably Vincent. (It is probably even Vincent's soul.) But Dormouse gives a long, sleepy coo . . .

[dramatispersonae]

"It's just your finger, brat. Now, explain yourself! What were you really doing here?"