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foundationmods) wrote2019-04-07 06:44 pm
foundationmods) wrote2019-04-07 06:44 pm
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Dreamland (round 3)
[A strange house of some sort sits in the pitch black nothingness that exists around it. For those just now wandering in, they will be drawn to the building, finding it lit up in a way that it should not be. It's as if the whole area- house, yard, fence, and giant sakura tree- all give off their own light, and the newly-arrived are drawn to it like a moth to the flame.
Inside the boundary of the yard, the familiar faces of those who have passed on already will greet them. Depending on who is asked, they might give an accurate explanation. But even if they don't, one thing is clear: you don't want to leave this place. The area outside feels Dangerous, and it is probably best to stay put.
Fortunately, the house is built in an old style, and there are many rooms to explore. One room on the second floor seems locked, but the rest are open to explore as desired. The standard rooms are easy to find: kitchen, a W.C. and a bathroom, a sitting room of some sort, and a couple bedrooms (with plenty of futons for the dead to use). There are also several tatami mat rooms with nothing in them currently, but it seems like there might be some use for those rooms.
Around the house, perches for birds can be found. No birds are on them currently, though.
Sometimes Watanuki can be found in the house, but most of the time the dead will be left to their own devices. The question is, what will they do here?]
Inside the boundary of the yard, the familiar faces of those who have passed on already will greet them. Depending on who is asked, they might give an accurate explanation. But even if they don't, one thing is clear: you don't want to leave this place. The area outside feels Dangerous, and it is probably best to stay put.
Fortunately, the house is built in an old style, and there are many rooms to explore. One room on the second floor seems locked, but the rest are open to explore as desired. The standard rooms are easy to find: kitchen, a W.C. and a bathroom, a sitting room of some sort, and a couple bedrooms (with plenty of futons for the dead to use). There are also several tatami mat rooms with nothing in them currently, but it seems like there might be some use for those rooms.
Around the house, perches for birds can be found. No birds are on them currently, though.
Sometimes Watanuki can be found in the house, but most of the time the dead will be left to their own devices. The question is, what will they do here?]
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[ His voice has been steady up to this point, that same cool crispness that there always is. But there are little tells: his pulse, the fact that his eyes have remained closed, the fluttering in his stomach that isn't from hunger at all. For as much as he's more jinrou than human now, his past still remembers this even if it's a bit disjointed. And well, in the end his greatest strength and biggest fault is his blunt honesty. Red eyes snap open—not too long ago they were the exception and not the norm, but things have changed. ]
Hey, Anon. I like you.
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[Anon's eyes flash back up to meet his, red to red the way they always are; they're widening in a way that Natsuno may or may not have seen before (the sea at night, the hollow drumming of bare feet against the wood of the dock, everything in shades of blue and soft silver), but this is certainly the closest he'll be able to observe this particular expression. Like he's shown Anon something entirely new. Like they're suddenly in a different reality entirely.
(They are, but that's not the important part.)]
Oh. So that's-- [there's a sudden sound something like a laugh here, extremely shaky] --that's what--
[Congratulations, you've totally got him tongue-tied at this point considering that follow-up blow when he was already off-balance. There's a flush on his cheeks now, just as unexpected and irrepressible as everything else.]
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When he speaks up again, it's so soft that it would be hard to hear if they weren't still practically breathing each other's air. It gains a little strength as he goes through it, as though the words themselves are building something.]
So that's what this feeling was. I think that's part of it. [...] It was so, so quiet when you were gone. It was never like that before. There was nobody before, who knew me and everything I wanted. It was like you were a part of me, and then--
[His voice wavers, once. He stops the torrent of words for a moment, the spilling over like he's trying to cram too many things into what he's trying to say.]
--You're really, really important. Please don't go away again.
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He listens, and at some point the red mirror spreads beyond their eyes as he takes in the words one by one. It's a curious thing to see a jinrou blush; in those moments he really does look like how he did in his first life. Except for the carmine irises of course. But those are here to stay, they're as natural now as his violet ones once were.
It's all a lot to take in, even if it's in a good way. Accepting that someone liked him was strange enough, but for someone to care about him like this? Natsuno really can't comprehend it. But he wants to try, and he wants so many more things than he did before. They'll learn together little by little, and they'll likely be stumbles along the way but it is a very much a "we", a solid defined one born from their talk weeks ago.
And to start well; Natsuno's been crouching this whole time and by the end he just lets himself fall forward into the most awkward, spontaneous, half-hug half-embrace there is. His words are muffled, blanketed by hair, fabric, and skin but they're close enough that it doesn't matter. ]
I...you're important to me too. I won't leave, I never wanted to in the first place. Not when I finally knew what to do with my life.
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[It's understated where he couldn't be before, because Anon is a little busy -- he's still seated where he was curled up napping beneath the cherry tree in the yard, amid stray petals and the soft wind, so he half-catches and half-curls around Natsuno when he moves; a tumble of brilliant long hair and limbs.
There's something still a little shaky and a little bit clinging in the way he touches, even if his voice has steadied, because it wasn't only his flesh and blood that were torn wide open this weekend and dragged into the air. It's the parts of himself he didn't even know existed that were scraped raw and bleeding across last week, the cracks he's been looking away from for far longer that are finally starting to scar.
Natsuno has taught him a lot throughout their time here, but the truest and most visceral lesson is perhaps that loneliness itself was an emotion.
So this is good, even if it's something he's rarely ever done. It grounds him the way he needed to be in this moment, after everything.]
Okay. [there's a little laugh, steadier this time] I'm glad you know what to do, because I really don't know what happens now.
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He doesn't understand it much better now, but he does feel it. And he feels it on his skin, in his heart, even in this dream that he hopes is real. He has to lift his head up a bit to answer (maybe that's not entirely true, but something Anon has taught him is not to hide from himself), and so he does even though his cheeks are still dusted pink. ]
We do whatever we want. Together. [ Give him a moment and he'll properly find his head, but they've earned this lofty moment. ]