{Dream ---> Interactive ---> Somarium Route} Something Eternal
Who: Anthy Himemiya and anyone who dares to wander in
Where: A lovely nightmare, Rose Bride-style
Style: Either's fine, though the nightmare narrative will start out in third.
Status: Open of course
Warnings: Descriptions of impalement. Also, spoilers for Utena
A field of red. The electric sound of steel. The harsh grinding of sharp edges against bone.
Yes, there is someone suspended there, held in place by more swords than should fit into one body. The more the young girl struggles, the deeper the blades sink, and the deeper the blades sink, the more she struggles. Her form is nothing but agony, her limbs bent at all angles at once and hanging limply when she's spent. This is how she will suffer forever.
Because she is a witch.
Fire is too good for her. That would destroy her body after all. No, this is the only punishment she deserves; not death, but pain. This is a pain that will keep her alive, lanced through by a thousand, no, a million! swords of hatred, embedded all the way down to her core.
No one will ever come.
Even so ...
Even so ...
She whispers.
Who are you ...?
Then she shakes her head, trying to clear it for just. one. second.
WHERE ARE YOU!?
She slumps.
Where: A lovely nightmare, Rose Bride-style
Style: Either's fine, though the nightmare narrative will start out in third.
Status: Open of course
Warnings: Descriptions of impalement. Also, spoilers for Utena
A field of red. The electric sound of steel. The harsh grinding of sharp edges against bone.
Yes, there is someone suspended there, held in place by more swords than should fit into one body. The more the young girl struggles, the deeper the blades sink, and the deeper the blades sink, the more she struggles. Her form is nothing but agony, her limbs bent at all angles at once and hanging limply when she's spent. This is how she will suffer forever.
Because she is a witch.
Fire is too good for her. That would destroy her body after all. No, this is the only punishment she deserves; not death, but pain. This is a pain that will keep her alive, lanced through by a thousand, no, a million! swords of hatred, embedded all the way down to her core.
No one will ever come.
Even so ...
Even so ...
She whispers.
Who are you ...?
Then she shakes her head, trying to clear it for just. one. second.
WHERE ARE YOU!?
She slumps.