[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 . . .

Comments

[dramatispersonae]

That won't fly, either . . . But you are very lucky that the threads eventually loosen to drop him back to the ground. Though, they may not stay slack for long.

[emocalypsed]

[the moment they do he hastily steps back, hopefully out of grabbing range]

[dramatispersonae]

Very smart of you . . . Well, it seems the gates on this side are out of reach while Doldum is there to trap him. Where will you go now?

[emocalypsed]

[looks around again]

[dramatispersonae]

There are gates circling all around the maze. Some are even in less dangerous places, ooh~.

[emocalypsed]

[but I remember the Dormouse is counterclockwise from where I am... And I remember meeting it before...

LET'S GO THATTAWAY]

[dramatispersonae]

You are going to skip over all the hedges, aren't you? Again.

[emocalypsed]

[...yup.]

[dramatispersonae]

I feel this is very representative of our relationship . . . Well, whenever you float your way down to in front of Dormouse, you might be feeling sleepy.

[emocalypsed]

[shakes his head, trying to clear it, and looking around after he lands]

[dramatispersonae]

There is a gate that Dormouse is perched on, but it doesn't seem like he's in the way . . .

[emocalypsed]

[stops underneath to look up at Dormouse]

[dramatispersonae]

There is something glittering around his neck that he hasn't worn before. Also, unlike the other two, he does not have any chains binding him, but he is a cute Chain so why would there be any, right?

[emocalypsed]

[hops up next to take a closer look]

[dramatispersonae]

It is as large as your hand when you're close like this. Also, you may have to fight those waves of sleep that are overcoming you. Do your best, Reaper~.

[emocalypsed]

[wavers, swaying in place as he reaches out to brush it with a few fingertips]

[dramatispersonae]

It sparkles prettily, but it gives off a small shock, too. Perhaps, you shouldn't be touching that.

[emocalypsed]

[y-yes okay, hastily letting go...

and possibly falling off the gate when he jerked back]

[dramatispersonae]

You are hitting the white stone gravel, but the ground underneath does not give. There is something solid that you are hitting on top of the stones, oww . . .

[emocalypsed]

Ow...

[dramatispersonae]

As you rest on the ground, you are reminded of twisted sheets, drawing people into corners with whispers and kisses, laying with someone beside you . . . It can be nice, and it can be awful, but you wonder if either of those matter? Should anything truly change?

[emocalypsed]

[shivers a bit, turning onto his side to curl into himself, take a moment, catch his breath]

[dramatispersonae]

You have been awful, so you should feel awful as well, shouldn't you? You weren't nice, so why should you have something nice ... ? What does why you did it matter anymore? It is who you are ...

[emocalypsed]

...

[dramatispersonae]

Taking advantage of, being taken advantage of, either way, you're dirty.