the secret of our world is written in the stars
He had heard of Kagerus’ dreamworld (Solace had mentioned it countless times), though Svedka could never truly fathom such a thing, or that Kagerus would bring him into it without him knowing. So when his eyes flutter open and two creatures are before him, he is at first confused. It felt like a dream, hazy around the edges and a bit foreign, but all of his senses were extremely vivid. He blinks wildly, trying to figure out where his mind had led him, before he realizes that though the creatures are unfamiliar to him, that they are truly two beings he utterly recognizes by scent alone.
“Ew, Kag, gross! Can you not dream of that while I'm here??” He cries, incredulous as he turns his head away, feeling slightly woozy at catching such an amorous act being wrought on his sister by one of his best friends. She apologizes, and when he turns to look back the scene has changed, and a sigh of relief leaves him. A human, Kagerus describes to him and he realizes that he hadn’t even looked down at himself to see how the dreamworld had shaped him. He hasn’t the chance to see what he truly is because the moment Kagerus suggests this is what he could possibly look like, that is the shape he assumes.
The man - Prince Francis - looks down with wide, curious eyes at the hands that now are before him, and the way he stands upright. Breathless, Svedka’s face turns towards Kagerus with a wistful grin, a howl of laughter leaving his mouth. “This is wonderful!” He exclaims, taking a step towards her. He falls, of course, face-planting into the bedroom floor that Kagerus has dreamed up, his laugh muffling into the carpet. He goes to stand, using Kagerus’ human body to upright himself. “I want to see myself!” he tells her, though does not wait to run to the nearest reflection (a mirror, though he didn’t know the name) to gaze at his human self. He’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, but Svedka is too busy peering at his own face to notice what he’s wearing. At first he is elated, though after a short while his broad smile fades into a thoughtful line, curious. His blonde hair then grows, just to his chin, in golden waves around his jawline. He smiles then, proud of his adjustments.
Curiously, he lifts his shirt to see what lay beneath the layers that Kagerus had given him, running his hand over the lean muscle of his tanned body. He turns to her with a wide smile, white teeth parting as another bout of laughter spills from his lips. He releases his shirt and takes a leap towards her, grabbing her hand. “Something else, Kagerus! What else can we do?” He gives her no time to answer, for he has opened the door to the bedroom and ran through it with Kagerus tagging along whether she wanted to or not.
The scene then changes immediately, the walls of the room melting away and the white sands of a tropical inlet appear. Svedka’s running stops, though in his surprise to the sudden new scene, continues to hold onto Kagerus. It is a lagoon, with low hanging palm trees and chittering parrots in the trees. He had never been there, but his recent time with the beautiful woman from Ischia allows him to dream up what he thought it would look like. Maybe Kagerus would even recognize the area, despite it being not as accurate as the real thing.
He turns towards her, dropping her hand so that both of his cups her face, putting his face close to hers in his excitement. “Brilliant!” he exclaims, kissing her forehead before spinning and running towards the quiet and inviting shallow waters.
“Ew, Kag, gross! Can you not dream of that while I'm here??” He cries, incredulous as he turns his head away, feeling slightly woozy at catching such an amorous act being wrought on his sister by one of his best friends. She apologizes, and when he turns to look back the scene has changed, and a sigh of relief leaves him. A human, Kagerus describes to him and he realizes that he hadn’t even looked down at himself to see how the dreamworld had shaped him. He hasn’t the chance to see what he truly is because the moment Kagerus suggests this is what he could possibly look like, that is the shape he assumes.
The man - Prince Francis - looks down with wide, curious eyes at the hands that now are before him, and the way he stands upright. Breathless, Svedka’s face turns towards Kagerus with a wistful grin, a howl of laughter leaving his mouth. “This is wonderful!” He exclaims, taking a step towards her. He falls, of course, face-planting into the bedroom floor that Kagerus has dreamed up, his laugh muffling into the carpet. He goes to stand, using Kagerus’ human body to upright himself. “I want to see myself!” he tells her, though does not wait to run to the nearest reflection (a mirror, though he didn’t know the name) to gaze at his human self. He’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, but Svedka is too busy peering at his own face to notice what he’s wearing. At first he is elated, though after a short while his broad smile fades into a thoughtful line, curious. His blonde hair then grows, just to his chin, in golden waves around his jawline. He smiles then, proud of his adjustments.
Curiously, he lifts his shirt to see what lay beneath the layers that Kagerus had given him, running his hand over the lean muscle of his tanned body. He turns to her with a wide smile, white teeth parting as another bout of laughter spills from his lips. He releases his shirt and takes a leap towards her, grabbing her hand. “Something else, Kagerus! What else can we do?” He gives her no time to answer, for he has opened the door to the bedroom and ran through it with Kagerus tagging along whether she wanted to or not.
The scene then changes immediately, the walls of the room melting away and the white sands of a tropical inlet appear. Svedka’s running stops, though in his surprise to the sudden new scene, continues to hold onto Kagerus. It is a lagoon, with low hanging palm trees and chittering parrots in the trees. He had never been there, but his recent time with the beautiful woman from Ischia allows him to dream up what he thought it would look like. Maybe Kagerus would even recognize the area, despite it being not as accurate as the real thing.
He turns towards her, dropping her hand so that both of his cups her face, putting his face close to hers in his excitement. “Brilliant!” he exclaims, kissing her forehead before spinning and running towards the quiet and inviting shallow waters.
(be my escape)
Svedka
@[Kagerus]
i'm picturing him literally like his html right now. :|