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songerein2022-02-07 06:13 pm
songbird_slayer) wrote in songerein2022-02-07 06:13 pm
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[OPEN] Within You
Who: Madhuri and You
Which: Interactive Dreamscape, OPEN
What: A Bleeding Heart decided to have a lovely bite. The resulting dreamscape isn't exactly what it seems...
Warnings: N/A, but will update if somehow something happens. Cooties?
One of the louder presences in Reverein had gone quiet. Someone wasn't dancing in the square or shoving something tasty in someone's hands or handing out bread rolls. Someone wasn't knocking a hammer against a freshly-painted sign and getting it ready for affixing to that slowly-growing little shop in the district.
Strangest of all, the smell of something burning seemed to come from one of the treehouses a lot. No fires, thankfully, but there was never any smell of smoke before. It was usually the scent of yeast, of cinnamon, of fresh bread...
Then, one night, the lanterns erupted to life and bloomed into a brand new dream.
Walls of white marble stretched practically out of sight, only giving way to ornate stained glass windows depicting different tales- Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella and others- and lush crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, providing warm light.
This world was an elegant ball room, filled wall to wall with pairs of dancers dressed to the nines circling merrily to the music, provided by the band that gave their all to fill the air. Everyone was wearing an ornate masquerade mask, yourself included, but the anonymity didn't stop the merriment as laughter and chatter mingled with the waltz. You could smell the wine being poured, the rich spread of finger foods lining a table to one side. Some of the dancers had decided to pick at some of the fruit, bread and cheeses, but spent no less time conversing with one another. There was a faint, strange sound somewhere else, a rhythmic drumming, but it was gone as soon as it had begun.
At the end of the ballroom, however, a figure rose from her seat. Those who knew her would recognize this person unmistakably as Madhuri, dressed in a ballgown of black and plum, her mask a lacy black with feathers streaking from one side. Her eyes alight with pleasure as she sees you, she cuts a path through the crowd... or rather, the crowd parts as if expecting this, opening the way for her to reach your side.
"I'm thrilled you came! I was hoping you'd answered my invitation." Her eyes deepened in a showy regret as she reached out, brought her hands to both your cheeks. Her voice lowered, hushed, yet even amid the din of the festivities, it was clear as day.
"I was so lonely here, and my card empty. Shall we dance...?"
Which: Interactive Dreamscape, OPEN
What: A Bleeding Heart decided to have a lovely bite. The resulting dreamscape isn't exactly what it seems...
Warnings: N/A, but will update if somehow something happens. Cooties?
One of the louder presences in Reverein had gone quiet. Someone wasn't dancing in the square or shoving something tasty in someone's hands or handing out bread rolls. Someone wasn't knocking a hammer against a freshly-painted sign and getting it ready for affixing to that slowly-growing little shop in the district.
Strangest of all, the smell of something burning seemed to come from one of the treehouses a lot. No fires, thankfully, but there was never any smell of smoke before. It was usually the scent of yeast, of cinnamon, of fresh bread...
Then, one night, the lanterns erupted to life and bloomed into a brand new dream.
Walls of white marble stretched practically out of sight, only giving way to ornate stained glass windows depicting different tales- Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella and others- and lush crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, providing warm light.
This world was an elegant ball room, filled wall to wall with pairs of dancers dressed to the nines circling merrily to the music, provided by the band that gave their all to fill the air. Everyone was wearing an ornate masquerade mask, yourself included, but the anonymity didn't stop the merriment as laughter and chatter mingled with the waltz. You could smell the wine being poured, the rich spread of finger foods lining a table to one side. Some of the dancers had decided to pick at some of the fruit, bread and cheeses, but spent no less time conversing with one another. There was a faint, strange sound somewhere else, a rhythmic drumming, but it was gone as soon as it had begun.
At the end of the ballroom, however, a figure rose from her seat. Those who knew her would recognize this person unmistakably as Madhuri, dressed in a ballgown of black and plum, her mask a lacy black with feathers streaking from one side. Her eyes alight with pleasure as she sees you, she cuts a path through the crowd... or rather, the crowd parts as if expecting this, opening the way for her to reach your side.
"I'm thrilled you came! I was hoping you'd answered my invitation." Her eyes deepened in a showy regret as she reached out, brought her hands to both your cheeks. Her voice lowered, hushed, yet even amid the din of the festivities, it was clear as day.
"I was so lonely here, and my card empty. Shall we dance...?"
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The mention of being told she wasn't anything important rubbed him the wrong way of course. Call it bias or just being a normal, sensible person. No matter how invested in her he was, to know someone made her feel like that angered him a little. There was naught to do about it now, though. All he could do now is prove that she was worth a damn and he would. He would gladly tell her she's beautiful each and every day if it helped her remember that fact. Anything to make her feel happy and loved. Because god damn it, he loved her so much.
And then she said it. He hadn't particularly gone into that part of naming conventions with her just yet, but it was like a cupid arrow threw his chest.
Raha.
It was special to him. Perhaps silly to feel emotional over a name, but after all of her words of love, he was feeling particularly emotional. He was just so damn happy. And so his ears and tail responded in kind. Ears twitching up at the sound of it and then doing a happy wiggle as his tail swayed side to side.]
... Careful, I just might start reading you math books now that I know that. [He won't actually bore you with that.] I love you, Madhuri.
But just know this... I don't care what you have been told, but you are not worthless or "nothing". You are so important to me and I'm sure plenty of other people out there. [With their hands close, he leaned in to give hers a soft kiss.] If you ever feel uncertain whether you are worthy of such attention, I will gladly be there to remind you anytime you want. Even if you don't ask for it. I will tell you as many times as you want.
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Her blush would be heavy competition on who was redder between the two of them when he said he loved her, the music swelling and falling like a wistful sigh as she briefly hid her face again. Had she dreamed of someone saying that to her? Yes. Had that voice sounded like his lately? Yes.
She'd be a big girl, damn it. She raised her face again and felt her eyes burning again. She knew she wasn't nothing, had told herself so many times in the mirror in her weakest moments, but to hear it from the outside meant so much. She'd read in stories about people who fell in love every day, over and over, and she understood now how that felt.
Madhuri nodded. He would remind her, whether or not she asked. That... h-how was he so... so wonderful? She'd cleaned up her face before, but there she was making fresh tracks down her cheeks.]
..And I to you. Here, or back home. I want to remind you, too. I want your story to be a grand and beautiful one. I'll always be in your corner, with everything I've got.
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My story... has already been blessed with so many wonderful people and adventures. I couldn't ask for more. Though, if I can afford to be a bit selfish for a moment, I wouldn't say no to any new adventures along the way.
[He made the Warrior make a few promises (for the second time) before opening the way for them, but who said that had to be the only adventures he was able to do? After all, Reverein was ripe full of secrets and mysteries to uncover. What better to explore those hidden truths than with somebody he loved?]
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Now who would I be to deny the "selfish" wish of my love?
[Adventures it is. Truly, he ought to join her on her hunts for meat, because the Wildlands were rife with possibilities... yet...]
...Is it poor form to not wish to wake...? I... I suppose I should get around to waking soon, if anything to greet the new day as a woman freed of that wretched creature, but I'm so comfy here.
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Don't be silly. We could do this just as well awake and with a cup of hot chocolate.
[Or whatever else. Either way, she's welcome whenever and he'd be happy to continue to hold like this back in reality.]
If you wish it, I can come to you the moment I'm out.
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Hot chocolate sounds so good... I haven't been able to taste anything in days...
[She held him tighter. It was okay. This was just them, nothing big and embarrassing and over the networks. With his offer...]
Yeah. ...Please.
[She'll give herself this and not fight it.]
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As you wish. I'll see you soon.
[That unfortunately means that he has to let her go and leave her for now, but with his exit from the dreamscape, he'll make his way over to her place. If he's early enough, he'll even have the hot chocolate ready for her in time.]
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Her own imagination was better, anyway.
With a sigh she bid her body relax, her lantern helpfully gleaming at her waist in its tiny little charm filled with swirling energy. Without control of herself for so long, it would be a while before she woke... but boy would she be glad for the drink.
It would be the tastiest hot chocolate she'd ever sipped.]