[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]

I hope you land on gravel, because those hedges are full of sharps that would love to embed themselves in your flesh.

[surefire]

[probably managing to land on gravel, yes. which is still painful when you crash land but at least not a scissor in the gut]

[dramatispersonae]

There are small miracles, though I worry about vengeance for all this . . . Are you going to try for another gate?

[surefire]

[brushing herself off huffily, honestly...]

[Gate 3, perhaps. I can live with being near, Dormouse... probably.]

[dramatispersonae]

Try not to trip over the random jag of black stone near the gate . . .

[surefire]

[what is that... prods it with her foot]

[dramatispersonae]

It does not move. The rest of it seems hidden under the white gravel. What you can see looks like it was struck by lightning and jolted up after snapping in half with a few smaller pieces in the center.

[surefire]

[bending down to touch one of those smaller pieces]

[dramatispersonae]

The light shines beautifully off of it, almost like a diamond. As you touch the piece, As your fingers linger on the engraving, you become more wary of others. As nice or as charming as they may be, even if you may like, or even love, them, you cannot draw close. It is too much, far too much, and you will hold back.

[surefire]

[...]

[sighs a little and stands up again, continuing on to the gate]