van ≡ 01 [interactive dream]

[unluckywings]

Who: Van Fanel and somarium
Where: Van's dream--a wasted battlefield somewhere on Gaea.
Style: Whatever you choose~
Status: Open
Warnings: Blood, dead bodies, general unpleasantness.

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[declinant]

[psst. your images tell me you're hotlinking D:]

...and there's a faint giggle just over Van's head, long, thick locks of silver descending around his field of vision. Rosiel doesn't even care if Folken's holding a sword right over the back of his neck.

"Will you be pathetic, little boy?"

[unluckywings]

[oopth. |D /just takes them out. might put them back later when she has time to.]

Van, in shock and thoroughly bloodied, glances up at Rosiel. Blood trickles down from the corner of his mouth--internal injuries or a bitten tongue, which is unclear...but he's obviously not getting up soon, either way.

"I don't want to fight anymore..." He might be talking to Rosiel, he might be talking to the spectre of his older brother...his eyes are focused on neither.

[namelessqueen]

A battlefield.

Diva's familiar with this kind of scenery. A landscape of destruction and blood had always excited her, woken up every single molecule of delight in her veins. Her smile widens even more at the sight of the young man who fell out, looking from behind the one with wings.

"Go on! Go on~" she speaks in a childish tone, nodding enthusiastically. "Kill him~"

SOME HELP YOU ARE. GOD. X(

[unluckywings]

Van shudders as he tries to push himself up off the ground, nails scraping against the rock beneath him. "B-brother..."

He manages to get to his feet, swaying as if drunk. Blood loss is hardly good for one's balance, and while he may have won whatever battle took place here, it was at a high cost.

"Stop, please..."

I PROMISE. IT WON'T HUUURT ♥

[namelessqueen]

"Brother?"

She looks at the silver-haired man standing in front of him then back at the boy who seems as if he wasn't going down with a fight. A~ah~ what a shame though but nevertheless fun! After all, it's always the ones who fight back that give out the loudest of screams. And they were siblings too. How delicious.

Diva giggles, amused by this. "Shouldn't you be pleased? Your brother's doing you a favor~"

lol what did Van do to get all you crazies up in his dream :|

[unluckywings]

"You had your chance to join me, Van. I can't have you getting in the way." Ignoring Diva, as if he didn't even hear her--which was rather possible--Folken readjusted his grip on his sword.

Van was unarmed. There was no one to help him. His only chance was Escaflowne, but he didn't want to fight.

"S-shut up," Van said, glaring at Diva.