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[There is a look of absolute bliss on the woman's face. Her features soft, her brown eyes dark and liquid in a face turned golden by the sun. Those who know her, who she is and what she does, will know this look well. Perhaps it will strike a chord in others as well, those with addictions that consume their minds and wrack their veins.
The dreamdust stains on her face are dark, as always, and her attention is clearly not on the vine, though she is very slowly drawn by the glitter of the mirror, her gaze pausing one the grass and on the flowers, the birds hanging from the breeze, but she is drawn. Her reaction is one of languid curiosity, rising from where she is seated to take graceful steps--(catlike from the balls of her feet, the curves of her legs visible in the flutter of her loose skirts)--towards the glass.
She touches it slowly, letting her fingertips walk the reflective surface, teasing the vines of the leaves with a sensual amusement, a smile curving her lips. But her dark eyes dart very suddenly to the glass and she coos,]
Please, don't be sorrowful, my loves.
[The way her mouth moves does not match what the vine translates. Her English is quite fluent, but she is not using it now, speaking from the heart--(the burning bright aether of her soul)--in her mother tongue.]
It was wrong, that your nightmares be brought into the waking world. Please. [She breathes this word, as if being rejected in her care might break her heart; and it would.] Please, tell me if your heart is wounded.
[She closes her eyes, leaning against the mirror, listening to something that only she can hear.]
I can help you, darling. Please, speak.
[[ooc; see abilities, as well as past examples of what Fela has done. It is perfectly fine to move to action. If she ends up putting your character to sleep (which she can do, easily) and moving your character's dreams, please remember it's your character, you must detail the setting for me to work with. I am also perfectly fine with just talking. stoned!Fela is entertaining to play.]]
The dreamdust stains on her face are dark, as always, and her attention is clearly not on the vine, though she is very slowly drawn by the glitter of the mirror, her gaze pausing one the grass and on the flowers, the birds hanging from the breeze, but she is drawn. Her reaction is one of languid curiosity, rising from where she is seated to take graceful steps--(catlike from the balls of her feet, the curves of her legs visible in the flutter of her loose skirts)--towards the glass.
She touches it slowly, letting her fingertips walk the reflective surface, teasing the vines of the leaves with a sensual amusement, a smile curving her lips. But her dark eyes dart very suddenly to the glass and she coos,]
Please, don't be sorrowful, my loves.
[The way her mouth moves does not match what the vine translates. Her English is quite fluent, but she is not using it now, speaking from the heart--(the burning bright aether of her soul)--in her mother tongue.]
It was wrong, that your nightmares be brought into the waking world. Please. [She breathes this word, as if being rejected in her care might break her heart; and it would.] Please, tell me if your heart is wounded.
[She closes her eyes, leaning against the mirror, listening to something that only she can hear.]
I can help you, darling. Please, speak.
[[ooc; see abilities, as well as past examples of what Fela has done. It is perfectly fine to move to action. If she ends up putting your character to sleep (which she can do, easily) and moving your character's dreams, please remember it's your character, you must detail the setting for me to work with. I am also perfectly fine with just talking. stoned!Fela is entertaining to play.]]