TIMOTHY ➥ 003 | daydreamcast 002 11AM
Hands pull at thin strings that are close to translucent amongst a setting lacking light. In knots tied around the ends of fingertips, the strings become taught as they are pulled upward and toyed with idly. Lips part amongst a smile and even though they do not move to speak,
Whither wander you?--
The sound of a door slamming shut sends the viewer into darkness, followed by a panicked intake of a breath which brings an illuminated scene. Sitting on the floor, Timothy leans against a metal bed-frame with his gaze focused ahead in the room that is void and empty of personality. The room is quiet, the color is stark and pale with no windows and one a single door that slowly opens after a moments pause.
Purple flowers spill out en masse from the open doorway and onto the floor. Only a single sprig slides from the wash of color and moves along the tile to where the boy sits, coming to a halt before his feet.
Timothy looks up with a glance of sudden realization sweeping over his features. In a quick movement he reaches out to place a singular hand over the vividly green stem, his fingers wrapping around it tightly and with purpose. As he leans forward, a set of constructed wings from various white fabrics become visible, secured around his torso. Within the audio of the dream, his voice sounds without visibly moving lips, the tone is determined. "I am that merry wanderer of the night."
The scene changes suddenly and Timothy is seen lying down amongst dark surroundings. Footsteps sound and draw closer but he does not look up to see who is approaching, his gaze only continues to stare upwards. A figure with a face unseen nears in calm and even strides of legs that halt at his feet before stepping over and straddling his torso, a foot on either side. Stillness between the two figures prolongs itself as Timothy looks upwards and the assumption of eye contact between himself and the form that is above him can be made. Movement slowly arrives though, and the other pulls a hand upward to hover over Timothy's face, distance remaining between the laying and standing forms.
The strings from the beginning of the dream reappear, attached from the others fingertips to Timothy's lips. They remain still for a moment before there is a tug upward upon those strings and parting his lips Timothy takes an intake of breath, as if in preparation to speak. Suddenly, the strings are gone as quickly as they came. The form bends down above him, placing their elbows on their knees, closer now as Timothy watches carefully.
Again, a quiet voice sounds; urging and honest.
Sing.
[OOC: Quick post before reset and still catching up with tags but--huzzah for another delightfully disjointed daydream. Once again, you can reply with action, video, voice or text. If anyone who wants to find him in person, he'll likely be staring off into space laying out somewhere in the bio-dome this time.]
Whither wander you?--
The sound of a door slamming shut sends the viewer into darkness, followed by a panicked intake of a breath which brings an illuminated scene. Sitting on the floor, Timothy leans against a metal bed-frame with his gaze focused ahead in the room that is void and empty of personality. The room is quiet, the color is stark and pale with no windows and one a single door that slowly opens after a moments pause.
Purple flowers spill out en masse from the open doorway and onto the floor. Only a single sprig slides from the wash of color and moves along the tile to where the boy sits, coming to a halt before his feet.
Timothy looks up with a glance of sudden realization sweeping over his features. In a quick movement he reaches out to place a singular hand over the vividly green stem, his fingers wrapping around it tightly and with purpose. As he leans forward, a set of constructed wings from various white fabrics become visible, secured around his torso. Within the audio of the dream, his voice sounds without visibly moving lips, the tone is determined. "I am that merry wanderer of the night."
The scene changes suddenly and Timothy is seen lying down amongst dark surroundings. Footsteps sound and draw closer but he does not look up to see who is approaching, his gaze only continues to stare upwards. A figure with a face unseen nears in calm and even strides of legs that halt at his feet before stepping over and straddling his torso, a foot on either side. Stillness between the two figures prolongs itself as Timothy looks upwards and the assumption of eye contact between himself and the form that is above him can be made. Movement slowly arrives though, and the other pulls a hand upward to hover over Timothy's face, distance remaining between the laying and standing forms.
The strings from the beginning of the dream reappear, attached from the others fingertips to Timothy's lips. They remain still for a moment before there is a tug upward upon those strings and parting his lips Timothy takes an intake of breath, as if in preparation to speak. Suddenly, the strings are gone as quickly as they came. The form bends down above him, placing their elbows on their knees, closer now as Timothy watches carefully.
Again, a quiet voice sounds; urging and honest.
Sing.
[OOC: Quick post before reset and still catching up with tags but--huzzah for another delightfully disjointed daydream. Once again, you can reply with action, video, voice or text. If anyone who wants to find him in person, he'll likely be staring off into space laying out somewhere in the bio-dome this time.]