[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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[shipwithwings]

[HISSSSSSSSES AT IT, keeping a wary distance though]

[dramatispersonae]

Are you crossing everything out?

"No ... No, because I was still happy, even when I remembered. It's not easy, but ... I want to live this life."

[emocalypsed]

Vincent?

[dramatispersonae]

It gives a great flap of its wings, sending the smell towards him. Bring it, big boy.

[sightunseen]

...it's very hard for siblings to communicate...

[no, only some things, and writing others! give me a minute, I'll tell you when the wall is finished]

[dramatispersonae]

There are twenty colors in all! So, teams then various browns, greys, and white.

[nexrophilia]

[ ...well yes let's look at the heliodor-colored one. ]

[playfreebird]

[yes, yes we are]

[shipwithwings]

[flies up high]

[and starts dropping scissors (the less shiny pairs, of course) on it]

[NO YOU BRING IT]

[dormancy]

For everyone.

[surefire]

Does that include you?

[dramatispersonae]

There is only one of them, so that narrows it right down. It has Mica written on the spine.

A simple enough woman, not appealing but not distasteful, either.

She denies herself continuously, entrapped . . .

[dramatispersonae]

He will just keep at the wall. This will take awhile, at least.

"Mmhm ... And he still doesn't talk, not about everything. But we're working on it."

[nexrophilia]

[ Wh

... Man if I were a worse person i'd try to write something else in there. As it is, she just frowns a little and closes the book.

...let's rearrange these books in color order. ]

[dramatispersonae]

Demios snaps at those, then screeches at him. It tries to fly, but the chains binding it down keep that from happening. Still, the bones of its wings tick on the walls, biding time.

[sightunseen]

It makes me happy to see...!

[picking up the plum tree branch, too]

Excuse me... do you know where the greenhouse is, here?

[dramatispersonae]

"Vincent?" "Vincent, again!!"

Suddenly, something with claws swipes immediately at you. It is going straight for the middle of him.

[dramatispersonae]

There are more and more toys as you press on, and you can even sense some are moving behind you right after you step by them. Eventually, you come upon a door frame with the door swung open to a small room. Do you enter?

[dormancy]

. . . Yes.

[dramatispersonae]

Well, there isn't anyone to stop you, but . . . The books are sorted easily enough.

[dramatispersonae]

He glances back, blinking at that.

"No. Everything comes from the garden ... So, there might be flowers there?"

[nexrophilia]

[ good. now it's prettier.

...huffs. ]

What do you mean, deny myself...

[dramatispersonae]

I wonder~.

[emocalypsed]

[leaps backwards]

Vincent, don't!

[nexrophilia]

[ yeah me too.

...is there a peridot colored one. ]