3 ⚔ and the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves. ☭ open
Who: Xander and YOU
What: Xander's headspace!
When: Anytime during the headspace plot!
Where: In his room.
Rating: Besides a darker headspace then Xander's usual...nothing to be wary of but I'll update if need be.
The stone is old. European in origin. What once worked as lookout, the roof has collapsed making it easy to climb down down to the ground. Instead of the ground, there's a vast black abyss.
If you climb down enough, you'll be able to spot hands sticking out from the rocks and two faces, heads, under them. Renee is young, African American and her expression is permanently etched in a look of horror with her mouth agape. Anya looks more hopeless then surprised. They're each saying things, but you can't quite hear it unless you climb down and park next to them.
Along the rocks lurks a shadowy figure.
The first few days, Xander is there, eluding the figure, hiding. Ontop of the cascade of rocks sits a long pathway to a door that won't open. The rain kicks in on the second day and doesn't stop. It pours down, making climbing down slippery. And Renee cries out once every few hours as if being impaled all over again.
What: Xander's headspace!
When: Anytime during the headspace plot!
Where: In his room.
Rating: Besides a darker headspace then Xander's usual...nothing to be wary of but I'll update if need be.
The stone is old. European in origin. What once worked as lookout, the roof has collapsed making it easy to climb down down to the ground. Instead of the ground, there's a vast black abyss.
If you climb down enough, you'll be able to spot hands sticking out from the rocks and two faces, heads, under them. Renee is young, African American and her expression is permanently etched in a look of horror with her mouth agape. Anya looks more hopeless then surprised. They're each saying things, but you can't quite hear it unless you climb down and park next to them.
Along the rocks lurks a shadowy figure.
The first few days, Xander is there, eluding the figure, hiding. Ontop of the cascade of rocks sits a long pathway to a door that won't open. The rain kicks in on the second day and doesn't stop. It pours down, making climbing down slippery. And Renee cries out once every few hours as if being impaled all over again.