onepassingnight | (no subject)

[You're in a clean white room with large windows. Half finished model airplanes are scattered all over the ground. In the center of all of is a large white chair looking almost like a throne with sick white wings sticking out of it and a cross at the very top of it. It's turned to the window.]

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

[A voice calls out from the chair as if reading from a book. It's impossible to see them past the wings but, if you look at the reflection in the window things change. A young blond haired boy in his teens is staring at you with a thin smile on his face. One of his eyes will seem strangely red but, that must be a trick of the reflection, right?]

Igne Natura Renovatur Integra. Child, avert not thine eyes.

[The chair swirls around. That boy is now facing you with one eye glowing red.]

What kind of future do you want?

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untiltheyscream . As a warning, this is the future where 01 is possessing Cain's body. To put it simply, 01 is evil and will offer anyone here creepy replies forever. No worries he won't be attacking or harming anyone in the dream unless it's to its benefit. Just yeah. Creepy forever and possibility of hurt. You are now officially warned.]

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[She doesn't have any fear in approaching; Ami is quite used to the darkness. She takes the question seriously strictly because it's always on her mind anyway. She steps closer, boldly. As heiress and princess of the planet Mercury, she is at least the equal of anyone who'd put himself on a throne.]

The future I make with my own hands.

[It's a somewhat evasive answer; she doesn't say just what that future will contain. But it's the truth: the important thing is simply that it's not a future handed to her, not a future dictated by a tragic fate, not the future of the Princess.]

I want a future where I understand everything.

[A vague answer, but a rare honest one. Jade meets Cain's creepy red-eyed stare with his own.]

[Ventus just shrugs in reply - not one for talking tonight it seems. He's not even sure how he wondered into this dream, or why. He's squinting though - the room's far to bright for his liking and subconsciously, he's trying to dull it - drag it down into the muted colours that he's grown used to.

He's not even aware that he's trying and failing perhaps, to change a dreamscape.

He just wants his eyes to stop hurting.]

[She furrows her brows, disturbed on a lesser degree but at the moment clearly irate. She doesn't have the illusion of her youth to fall back on and make her think it's her brother. So she stands her ground, the corner of her mouth turning up into a faint grin.]

How very poetic.