[Merged Dream] Past the Sleep
Who: Kristoph Gavin and whoever tags in.
Status: Open!
Style: Third person, present
Where: N/A
When: Week 14, Day 3, Night
Rating: R. Just about anything goes.
He's kneeling in the rain. He wears a trench coat and a green scarf, black pants, and black shoes. His hair is wet, and the tight curl he usually keeps it in has gone damp, the curls separating.
There is something there, something vaguely human-shaped, and he closes his eyes, holding the head in his lap.
His brother, Klavier. They look shockingly alike, save that Klavier doesn't wear glasses and his skin is a touch more tan. Were Klavier anything more than a broken doll, the differences would be apparent, but now...
He has a needle and thick black thread, and at the moment he is stitching Klavier's hand back onto the stump of his arm. His legs are roughly where they should be, though they aren't connected to his body, either. There is no blood, only the rain pooling around them. His body is lifeless, lips blue and body undressed, and still Kristoph stitches, trying to put him back together.
For, you see, Klavier is broken. That is the only explanation for what he did. And now Kristoph, the loving brother he is, is putting him back together. Arrnging him the way he ought to be, not the way he was.
And so he sits in the rain, concentrating on the task at hand, knowing that if he could only put him together again, that things would be right.
((OKAY SO HOW THIS IS GONNA WORK IS it's pretty much an open group dream log, because as of Day 3, people are getting sucked into dreams. So I start off the first bit, and whoever tags in is pretty much stuck in the dream. They can influence and change things to a small degree, but don't expect to tag in and suddenly make everything sunshine and butterflies.
So the first person to tag in makes a thread, and everyone else tags in that thread- it's all one scene. Maybe they're fully conscious. Maybe they're also dreaming and bringing along bits of their dreams with them.
Questions? Hit me up on AIM or Plurk.))
Status: Open!
Style: Third person, present
Where: N/A
When: Week 14, Day 3, Night
Rating: R. Just about anything goes.
He's kneeling in the rain. He wears a trench coat and a green scarf, black pants, and black shoes. His hair is wet, and the tight curl he usually keeps it in has gone damp, the curls separating.
There is something there, something vaguely human-shaped, and he closes his eyes, holding the head in his lap.
His brother, Klavier. They look shockingly alike, save that Klavier doesn't wear glasses and his skin is a touch more tan. Were Klavier anything more than a broken doll, the differences would be apparent, but now...
He has a needle and thick black thread, and at the moment he is stitching Klavier's hand back onto the stump of his arm. His legs are roughly where they should be, though they aren't connected to his body, either. There is no blood, only the rain pooling around them. His body is lifeless, lips blue and body undressed, and still Kristoph stitches, trying to put him back together.
For, you see, Klavier is broken. That is the only explanation for what he did. And now Kristoph, the loving brother he is, is putting him back together. Arrnging him the way he ought to be, not the way he was.
And so he sits in the rain, concentrating on the task at hand, knowing that if he could only put him together again, that things would be right.
((OKAY SO HOW THIS IS GONNA WORK IS it's pretty much an open group dream log, because as of Day 3, people are getting sucked into dreams. So I start off the first bit, and whoever tags in is pretty much stuck in the dream. They can influence and change things to a small degree, but don't expect to tag in and suddenly make everything sunshine and butterflies.
So the first person to tag in makes a thread, and everyone else tags in that thread- it's all one scene. Maybe they're fully conscious. Maybe they're also dreaming and bringing along bits of their dreams with them.
Questions? Hit me up on AIM or Plurk.))