Imeeji Idol Productions ([personal profile] idolpro) wrote2020-02-17 09:33 am
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Shrike's Heart (#1)

The woman before you is beautiful—fair of features, with lovely golden skin and luxurious long black hair, petite. You have the immediate and distinct impression that she's just let go of your hand, and she steps back, and smiles.

It's not quite a happy smile.

"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."

You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—

—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.

> Wake Up

Re: HOME

[personal profile] handpuppets 2020-02-24 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ you go to examine the military decorations...

...they're quite well-kept and polished. the name etched on them has worn down over time such that it's illegible, but there's clearly a sense that they matter to someone quite a bit.

the sword still seems to have a keen, sharp edge that could easily draw blood from just a touch, and... it doesn't quite seem to reflect the light correctly. ]