Dream i | A soft melody
Warnings: Slight spoiler's for 07-Ghost, in particular Razette's past
Dream Effect: [Optional] Searching, searching, searching. A feeling of sadness, loneliness. Her song, however, heals wounded hearts and brings a sense of peace to the viewers.
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He's not here.
He's not anywhere.
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The manacles on her wrist and neck feel heavy. She tugs at them, but the metal scrapes against her webbed fingers.
xxxxxxxCastor?
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He isn't anywhere at all.
The laughing men stare at her from the outside of her watery cage, beyond the glass, where their whips and waving brands cannot get at her. She presses her finger against the glass, and they press back. Laughing.
An oily sheen slowly spreads along the water's surface, a mere inch beyond the touching of the glass ceiling. Trapped. And she peers up at the artificial light from below in wonder. For the light casts slick rainbows upon the sides of her glass, and over her shadowed hands. Over the casted manacles and the brand below her hip.
Castor
Her blood is in the water, and it pollutes it.
And slowly, she begins to sing.
[She yawwwwns. And then peers into the dreamberry with curiosity.
When did her little black box turn on, she wonders. Isn't this curious?
Have a cheerful wave, black box! She's happy to see that you're awake too. :D]
Dream Effect: [Optional] Searching, searching, searching. A feeling of sadness, loneliness. Her song, however, heals wounded hearts and brings a sense of peace to the viewers.
xxCastor
xxxxxxxxxxxxCastor
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCastor
xxxxxCastor
xxxxxxxxxxxxCastor
He's not here.
He's not anywhere.
xxxxCastor
xxxxxxxxxxCastor
xCastor
The manacles on her wrist and neck feel heavy. She tugs at them, but the metal scrapes against her webbed fingers.
xxxxxxxCastor?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCastor
He isn't anywhere at all.
The laughing men stare at her from the outside of her watery cage, beyond the glass, where their whips and waving brands cannot get at her. She presses her finger against the glass, and they press back. Laughing.
An oily sheen slowly spreads along the water's surface, a mere inch beyond the touching of the glass ceiling. Trapped. And she peers up at the artificial light from below in wonder. For the light casts slick rainbows upon the sides of her glass, and over her shadowed hands. Over the casted manacles and the brand below her hip.
Castor
Her blood is in the water, and it pollutes it.
And slowly, she begins to sing.
[She yawwwwns. And then peers into the dreamberry with curiosity.
When did her little black box turn on, she wonders. Isn't this curious?
Have a cheerful wave, black box! She's happy to see that you're awake too. :D]