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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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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.]