DREAM POST

[murimurimuri]

Free-for-all dream post!

Make your own dream threads, hop into others'. Bounce characters off each other, try out effects, see what sticks. Anything you want to keep you can keep, anything that isn't working, it was ~all just a dream~.

ESSENTIALLY:
- The character does not remember their name
- Something else is missing/altered as well. Memories? Feelings? Abilities? It's up to you. o7

Comments

[scribbly]

Blehhh. I wasn't gonna let you anyway.

[but more importantly:] Can I touch your horns?

[unholydiver]

[gravely serious:] Are your fingers sticky?

[scribbly]

No way! [holds out her hand and wiggles her fingers around!!!]

[unholydiver]

...Very well.

[Dips his head down. The horns are uncomfortably warm to the touch.]

[scribbly]

[Standing up so she can reach to grab both his horns! She tugs lightly at them as if making sure they're real and then pats her hands on her dress.]

Cute... [at a hell demon. why is her idea of cute this way.] Told you my fingers weren't sticky.

[unholydiver]

Handsome, dear, the word is handsome.

[Straightens back up.]

Though I accept everything on the spectrum between fear and awe.

[scribbly]

Aaawwwwww. [that's not...... okay. sure.]

[unholydiver]

At any rate, don't let me interrupt your art.

[scribbly]

Heehee. [sitting back down on the floor where all her crayons are, though.] Do you have a favorite color?

[unholydiver]

The orange of an open flame.

[scribbly]

[MAKING A FACE] Fire's no good. That's not safe. [But she's finding and holding out an orange crayon anyway.]

[unholydiver]

Safety is for weaklings. Fire is the only true beauty.

[Takes the orange crayon. It starts to melt in his fingers.]

[scribbly]

Hey!

[face-making intensifies]

You can't color with me if you're gonna melt all my crayons.

[unholydiver]

[Smears a handprint down the wall, digging in his nails to make long gouges in between the blobs of orange.]

This is my art. You can't make an omelet without melting a few crayons.

[scribbly]

We're not making omelets, we're making drawings. [it's like you don't know anything jeez!!! she's gathering up all her crayons about as aggressively as someone can do that.] That's dumb. Don't touch my crayons anymore.

[unholydiver]

As you like. I've already made my statement.

[Instead he'll pull out a harmonica and play that.]