[week 14 | day 6 (just before midnight) | merged dream] you know I am your worst nightmare~
Who: Road [everadolescent] and Allen Walker [dichrous]
Status: Closed.
Style: Third person, present tense, prose.
Where: Road’s constructed dreamworld.<3
When: Week 14, Day 6 (late, close to midnight)
Warnings: Violence, gore, mindfucking. The usual. >D:
Snow. Just... snow. As far as the eye can see it; the white substance covers the dirt road quite readily, and it’s as though both the snow and the road have been there before anyone or anything else. Everything beyond the snow seems strangely out of focus for a few minutes-
And then a dark shape begins to form, just past the edge of the horizon. It mangles and twists, taking shape as it comes closer, stalks closer.
...it’s a tree. A tree, with branches so morphed and thin and blackened they seem brittle, easily broken. The trunk is just as black, as though it’s been burned, straight down to its core. It settles easily within the middle of the snowed-over road, and it creates an unsettling feeling of contrast; it’s as though there’s something wrong, something missing...
Road stands near it, her fingers hovering in the air in front of it, playing with something that can’t be seen. She looks up, smiles brightly.
Reminds you of harsher times, doesn’t it? she asks, her tone sweeter than her words.