Dream 04
Warnings: Massive hideous 07 Ghost spoilers. Also death and emo, and mild headcanon.
Effects: Interactive. Labrador will be slightly confused because of the nature of the dream, so he may or may not recognize his name when you call him. CHEERS.
”That’s enough, Veloren.”
It’s pitiable, he thinks. It’s such a sad wish. It should not have been this way, but love is a force that perhaps even the Chief of Heaven could not control. The thought is blasphemous and he knows it, but--
“Ilyusha!” The boy jumps, pulling his sleeve down quickly as Lem approaches. He’s smiling, which meant he did find the plants Ilyusha had directed him to before. He smiled in greeting at the taller boy. There wasn’t a need to worry him.
“Ilyusha, come on. Come outside, it’s beautiful…you shouldn’t stay in this greenhouse all day.”
”Ah, but-“ There was never any arguing with Lem, especially since Ilyusha was already pulling him outside. And with his back turned, Ilyusha stared at him and felt his heart break a little. How much time did he have?
”His body has been sealed in Pandora’s Box by the Eye of Michael, and his soul has been sealed by the Eye of Raphael.”
He stares down the body of what had been God’s greatest creation. Maybe he could live as a human, and find some measure of peace. This had been a tragedy of the highest magnitude…
Ilyusha stares down at the sleeping forms of his best friend and Lirin, and bites his lip, trying to hold back tears. It cannot be stopped. He knows that. He clutches his arm, hiding the marks of the disease, and takes a breath, trying to clear his head.
What would happen to Lem? He and Lirin couldn’t be saved. What should he do? What could he do?
‘Father…’ He looked up at the sky, praying to a man who’d died when he was still very young.
‘Father, what should I do?’
He’d seen it. 1000 years, and the wheels of fate would turn again. And it made him sad to see it. The other six didn’t seem to understand, although they would in time…they didn’t understand why he, of all of them, mourned Velroen.
‘Profe, sweet Profe, beautiful Profe, do you cry because you will never return to Heaven?’
That wasn’t it. He cried because Veloren could never find what his heart desired. And as long as he suffered, so would humanity.
He is afraid. He knows what this seed will do if he makes it bloom-only his blood will bloom it, Krat house’s blood
My blood
The blood of Profe’s descendants. Ilyusha swallowed, and focused, letting the Flower of Eden take root in his skin.
“Please…please, be happy.”
Effects: Interactive. Labrador will be slightly confused because of the nature of the dream, so he may or may not recognize his name when you call him. CHEERS.
”That’s enough, Veloren.”
It’s pitiable, he thinks. It’s such a sad wish. It should not have been this way, but love is a force that perhaps even the Chief of Heaven could not control. The thought is blasphemous and he knows it, but--
“Ilyusha!” The boy jumps, pulling his sleeve down quickly as Lem approaches. He’s smiling, which meant he did find the plants Ilyusha had directed him to before. He smiled in greeting at the taller boy. There wasn’t a need to worry him.
“Ilyusha, come on. Come outside, it’s beautiful…you shouldn’t stay in this greenhouse all day.”
”Ah, but-“ There was never any arguing with Lem, especially since Ilyusha was already pulling him outside. And with his back turned, Ilyusha stared at him and felt his heart break a little. How much time did he have?
”His body has been sealed in Pandora’s Box by the Eye of Michael, and his soul has been sealed by the Eye of Raphael.”
He stares down the body of what had been God’s greatest creation. Maybe he could live as a human, and find some measure of peace. This had been a tragedy of the highest magnitude…
Ilyusha stares down at the sleeping forms of his best friend and Lirin, and bites his lip, trying to hold back tears. It cannot be stopped. He knows that. He clutches his arm, hiding the marks of the disease, and takes a breath, trying to clear his head.
What would happen to Lem? He and Lirin couldn’t be saved. What should he do? What could he do?
‘Father…’ He looked up at the sky, praying to a man who’d died when he was still very young.
‘Father, what should I do?’
He’d seen it. 1000 years, and the wheels of fate would turn again. And it made him sad to see it. The other six didn’t seem to understand, although they would in time…they didn’t understand why he, of all of them, mourned Velroen.
‘Profe, sweet Profe, beautiful Profe, do you cry because you will never return to Heaven?’
That wasn’t it. He cried because Veloren could never find what his heart desired. And as long as he suffered, so would humanity.
He is afraid. He knows what this seed will do if he makes it bloom-only his blood will bloom it, Krat house’s blood
My blood
The blood of Profe’s descendants. Ilyusha swallowed, and focused, letting the Flower of Eden take root in his skin.
“Please…please, be happy.”