#offline::levant

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[dreams-of-cerulean]

> There’s something about Akira’s picture that irritates you. Viscerally so. Like intrinsically infuriates something within your very being.

> And you can’t figure out what.

> Was it the clothes? No. Mom weaves a fancy set of clothes on occasion for the “cosplayers” who come by, and they've never irritated you like this picture did.

> Was it the horns? Not really. You weren’t really biased against devils and demons; you were far more likely to get ticked off at seeing angel wings and halos if you had the inclination to get irritated by things like that.

> Was it the ar- 

> A flicker of pain stabs into your head, causing you to grip your temple. 

Darkness surrounds you. Many hands red and scaled reached out towards you from the void. You scream as you fall. Your final attempt to save yourself defeated by a repulsion coming from the hole in Reality you fell through.

You scream at the closing gap that lead to the World you once called home. 

“You conniving piece of shit! You better fucking hope I die here! Because if I survive this, I’ll going to find my way ba-” 

> You blink several times and shake your head groggily. 

> Weird. You don’t normally space out like that. Ugh, maybe you overdid it with looking for people to help in the ninety-eight degree weather. What were you doing again? 

> Oh yeah. You were going to reblog Akira’s picture. It was a nice picture after all. Fancy-looking gentlemanly suit. Very regal-looking. And the magic circle was a nice touch.

> Something bothers you about it though. It felt like something was missing or maybe something just didn’t fit right.

> Yeah... Do Baristas actually wear such fancy things? Does he actually wear that at work? Ha.

> You press the reblog button, glad that you figured out the reason why that picture made you feel so perturbed.  

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> Elsewhere behind a Black Door, a lightbulb emitting a dark light suddenly sported a hairline crack. 

> Its iridescent glow intensifies. 

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> A dark-haired girl with long bangs turns her head in the direction of the house. She looks for the source of the odd sound she just heard with a placid expression, only to find nothing.

> The girl returns to her quiet vigil of watching the setting sun. 

[dreams-of-cerulean]

@crossxskulled

It’s a Friday! It’s a Friday!

Too bad instead of going home, she had to go to the creepy doctor place instead. 

Mom really wanted her to go, and she knew it was kinda important for her to stay in school.

But she really really didn’t want to go back. 

Everything about the place was weird like she fell into one of her horror dreams again, but she kinda chalked up the strangeness to it being a place full of sick and unhappy people. At least that was until she met the doctor who looked like an angry monster wanting to chop her head off. 

The doctor was like half-skele and way too many arms and sharp objects, and she forgot for a moment she wasn’t dreaming and tried to dash backwards, tripped and fell, and he reached over with his claw...

And she screamed her head off because she never saw the human inside the monster like she usually did. And Mom saved her and they ran away while the doctor was holding all his hands between his legs. 

But apparently the Rules required her to go back. 

The green-haired child sat on the school bench, swinging her legs quietly as she quietly observed the people who walked passed her. Mom showed her Ryuji’s picture before she went to school today, but she found it really really hard to recognize people by their face. It was a secret.

Mostly because people’s faces and bodies are always kinda covered for her. She had to look really close to see their true face, or maybe she needs glasses like Mom. Maybe everyone saw the faces inside the faces and the weirdness and maybe she was weird for not being able to see properly. LIke everyone was able to coordinate their colors right, but she never could because she always saw the green cloak of her dreams over her. Like today, the kids were laughing at her because she had mismatched socks, and she was wearing a short sleeve shirt over her sweater. One day, she was going to get a real green cloak and never have to worry about coordinating clothes again.

The only person she could see properly was Mom. But she had a bad feeling about why she could see Mom without the weirdness. So that secret was staying secret from Mom as much as she didn’t like keeping things from Mom. It was for Mom’s own good.

Oops. She was getting distracted again. So right now, she was waiting for her new online friend Ryuji to pick her up. And Mom told her that the password for Ryuji to pick her up was that chicken she drew for her. The child adjusted her scarf and prodded the cylinder hiding in her sweater pocket. And if the person picking her up wasn’t Ryuji, she had permission to flick the switch, hand the cylinder over, and close her eyes. Then run when the guy who was not supposed to pick her up was screaming in pain. 

Hopefully, he’ll come soon. It was cold today.

[dreams-of-cerulean]

Bonds of Family.

[dreams-of-cerulean]

[ Levant ]: ...You’re getting kicked in the shin once we’re back in the real world. Why’d you bring us here?!

[ Dust ]: Well, you should get out of your comfort zone once in a while. Too much medieval fantasy is unhealthy. And well...in my defense~ I totally didn’t know this was going to happen. 

[ Levant ]: I don’t know half the words you said... BUT I KNOW YOU’RE LYING. 

[ Dust ]: 8). It’s just a little bit of Resident Evil. We’ll be fi- URK.

[ Levant ]: WHAT?

[ Dust ]: I forgot I got poisoned back in the room with all the snakes. Guess it’s up to you now. 

[ Dust ]: Goodbye cruel world. 8)

[ Dust ] has died.

[ Levant ]: You’re AWFUL! Eeek! 

[ Levant ] has entered combat with the Tyrant.

[ Levant ] has died. 

[dreams-of-cerulean]

First Day of School

Lenore: “And these headphones will make you the coolest kid in scho-”

Levant: “Sis.”

Lenore:  “And if anyone bullies you, tell me and I’ll beat them u-”

Levant: “Sis.”

Lenore: “And if a teacher is mean to you, I’ll hack them to dea-”

Levant: “MOMMM. I’m going to be late for the bus!” 

[dreams-of-cerulean]

// Guided by Charisa May Birb, a smol Levant is returned to her flock school.

@midnightminuet

[dreams-of-cerulean]

Dreaming