10-15-2015, 10:48 AM
 tell me we’re dead and I’ll love you even more; She is not dead, should not be here. But she is not alive, either – instead, she is in the queer realm betwixt the two. She sleeps, see – but she does more than that. In sleep – in dreams – she is a queen, she is a goddess. In dreams, she makes the birds. In dreams, there is Corsair, a purple so dark it’s almost black. In dreams, there is Iris, rainbow-sheened, wings as large as she is. In dreams the birds do not fall sick. She does not watch them lose their language. Nothing is lost. In dreams they are a family and they build castles. But every night is a reset – when she opens her eyes the dream-life is gone, and when she goes back to sleep she must rebuild it. She would sleep forever if she could, but her body does not allow it, her eyes snap open with annoying regularity. She makes no place for herself in the world. She doesn’t want this world. She wants the world without shadows, the one she built, the one where Corsair and Iris are alive. Tonight is different, though. Tonight there are no birds. No castles. No rainbow daughters. Tonight there is a space, dark, endless, timeless, and she listens for the demon she once knew. She tries to steer herself back. She should be able to control this. She is the dream-manipulator, the queen, this is her realm, invaded. And there is a presence. It feels live in a way that is different, electric. She is uneasy. She tries to wake up, but cannot. “Hello?” she calls out, her voice echoing in the hallways of the dead. |
(he can appear as C now OR they can talk first, your call <33)