Open - Sweet dreams are NOT made of this

[abyssbound]

Who: Asura, open
Which: Open interactive dream
What: You know the old trope of 'sole survivor of a bandit raid'? This is kind of like that.
Warnings: Canon-typical violence


[The scene opens upon a poor provincial village under attack. Houses engulfed in flames as large, horned humanoids sweep through the town, killing nearly everyone they find. Those who aren't killed immediately are dragged from their homes with their hands and feet bound, destined for a much more harrowing fate than those given quick deaths.

Covered in cuts and searching frantically among the chaos is a young teenage boy, who has somehow managed not to get himself killed yet.]

Mother! Mother, where are you?!

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[abyssbound]

[He won't blame her; he's used to that kind of reaction from people anyway.

Fortunately, Hilda's request is a simple enough one to grant, and he nods as he raises a hand. In his palm, the image of a lotus appears, and he holds it out to her.]

Touch it and you'll leave.

[indolentaxe]

[It won't be forever, at least. At the end of the day, Hilda does really like Asura. She just needs time to process all this.

The fact that it's a lotus makes her smile a little. Of course it's a lotus.]

Thanks. I'll see you around, I guess.

[With that, Hilda reaches out for the lotus and soon finds herself sitting up in bed. She's somewhat soothed, but still shaken enough that she doesn't want to go back to sleep... ever.

So she gathers herself and heads over to visit the man who was once the dark-haired boy she dreamt of.]