Light sparks in the darkness, a blown circuit that somehow seems soothing. It beckons each dream-goer closer, the sparks growing louder, brighter, until another light blows and sparks off to the side. The darkness is no longer black but a faint static, wrapping around his guest like a blanket, and from the sparks a form is revealed. The fourth god.
"You've finally done it."
His voice calls out and it feels stronger than it did the last time. It's cocky, even while leaking with impatience, and this dream space becomes clearer. There's technology strewn this way and that, creating the illusion of a floor where there is none. Televisions, radios, screens and wires, they're all sparking, some glowing softly, and the space is left in a constant dim light. His hand moves out, resting along the edge of a broken, lopsided television. No longer immobile, he makes the most of his freedom. Fingers tap along the edge of the television. "Good work."
His hand lifts up and stretches out to the side in a wide gesture, and he looks to the dream-goer for the first time. His gaze is vivid, so clear that it seems impossibly real, more than just a dream. There's a connection, stronger than even that felt during the time of the kill.
He doesn't smile, but the static grows warmer still. He's pleased. "Now, go! Take these gifts I've given you and make the world know my name!" His raised hand moves to gesture forward, a brief movement before it falls back to his side, his posture relaxed. "You've freed me, but she's growing stronger. Don't stop now! I can give you even more..."
The static grows louder until it swallows the entire dream, leaving only the dreamer and a feeling that they've been recognized.
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uh...
i think i know
i think its what you said
the uh
mer bit.
i dont have gills as far as i know buuuuuut
i got scales popping up
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didn't have the energy to tag for a couple days
I've been in the same spot lately <3
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do you have it? surely you know. can't say the avoiding can continue, must catch up.
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[Guess who feels bad about leaving her to get a bunch of boring bedrest while he goes to work? This guy.]
you busy?
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"You've finally done it."
His voice calls out and it feels stronger than it did the last time. It's cocky, even while leaking with impatience, and this dream space becomes clearer. There's technology strewn this way and that, creating the illusion of a floor where there is none. Televisions, radios, screens and wires, they're all sparking, some glowing softly, and the space is left in a constant dim light. His hand moves out, resting along the edge of a broken, lopsided television. No longer immobile, he makes the most of his freedom. Fingers tap along the edge of the television. "Good work."
His hand lifts up and stretches out to the side in a wide gesture, and he looks to the dream-goer for the first time. His gaze is vivid, so clear that it seems impossibly real, more than just a dream. There's a connection, stronger than even that felt during the time of the kill.
He doesn't smile, but the static grows warmer still. He's pleased. "Now, go! Take these gifts I've given you and make the world know my name!" His raised hand moves to gesture forward, a brief movement before it falls back to his side, his posture relaxed. "You've freed me, but she's growing stronger. Don't stop now! I can give you even more..."
The static grows louder until it swallows the entire dream, leaving only the dreamer and a feeling that they've been recognized.