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overjoyed_logs2017-03-17 08:30 pm
sunderings) wrote in overjoyed_logs2017-03-17 08:30 pm
[OPEN] oh, the king
Who: Sion & You!
Where: The Meshwork.
When: The duration of Chapter 4!
Summary: Dream catch all! From casting spells and engaging in shenanigans to escape match-meetings, to talking to your "other self", Sion's dreams are sporadic???
Restrictions/Warnings: Violence, spoopy imagery, possible (literal) self-sacrifice...!!
❶ You are running for the love of it.
❷ You sink and you cannot breathe, air catching in the throat and refusing to reach the lungs.
❸ You are happy.
❹ You tread upon a pathway comprised entirely of dango.
( all dreams are OTA and written in second person, Sion's POV. tags will be returned in regular third person! feel free to PM or contact me here if you'd like something specific. o9 )
Where: The Meshwork.
When: The duration of Chapter 4!
Summary: Dream catch all! From casting spells and engaging in shenanigans to escape match-meetings, to talking to your "other self", Sion's dreams are sporadic???
Restrictions/Warnings: Violence, spoopy imagery, possible (literal) self-sacrifice...!!
❶ You are running for the love of it.
❷ You sink and you cannot breathe, air catching in the throat and refusing to reach the lungs.
❸ You are happy.
❹ You tread upon a pathway comprised entirely of dango.
( all dreams are OTA and written in second person, Sion's POV. tags will be returned in regular third person! feel free to PM or contact me here if you'd like something specific. o9 )
canon memory | (it's such a brutal planet)
You sink and you cannot breathe, air catching in the throat and refusing to reach the lungs. Instead, it is that monster's voice which courses down that pathway inside of you to hum within the great cavity of your chest, reverberate through the vessel of your body, and subsume all that you are because you are Theirs.
You are the marionette which They made, Their personal chasm, the thing which would burn and eat all before it.
«Dᴇᴠᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.» ]
I will not!
[ You refuse with every fiber of your being, defiant of your own design, the equation written to unmake and remake and unmake and remake and unmake again and again and againagainagain until the end of time. Frantic, you are adrone with dread, for you know if this should continue, your consciousness will no longer be your own. You will be the end of your dearest comrades, your family and friends, those who looked to you and followed the path you walked upon as though it were consecrated ground—everything and everyone, all things human and beautiful will disappear, and all because you could not resist.
Because-...
You could not kill the person you loved most of all, the one whose death might have prevented all of this.
Overhead, the color of the sky changes, the dusk which had bled a crimson cast beneath the clouds now imbued with a sickly aura of green, the landscape beneath your feet painted in visceral shades of slow-rotting flesh which can only belong to one place: the Other realm, the monster's den, the beginning where the Gods rose from the hollow of Menoris' back and ravaged the world.
«Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ.» ]
I will not walk that path!
[ «Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ.»
The monster's voice booms from the nethermost corners of your chasm-body, the living rupture between worlds, and before your eyes it takes shape.
«Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ...»
Golden eyes (lambent, as your own), white hair (streaking into the darkness), and a face—
«Yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.»
—that would convince anyone that you were staring into a mirror-glass. ]
If that is true...
[ You smile, then, rueful, bittersweet, sad, but bright with conviction. ]
...doing away with you will be an easy thing.
[ Like summoning a Sword to your hand, pressing the blade to your throat. ]
The ugly story you created will end here!
[ More than anything, you are sorry that you could not show the people of your country a better world, a kinder place, but if, in this act, you might spare them (everyone) from meeting with too-soon an end, then--...
It will be okay, won't it?
It will be all right.
(And you will be at peace.) ]