#vagasomnia

[adventii]

     The s/p/r/i/n/g comes with a fluttering { heart }

                                                                                                But I'm standing at the tip of fall

                                                                 My { memories } have stopped in the winter

             I've put all the warmth in between the c-r-a-c-k-e-d skin

                                                                       Of my [ dried ] heart.

vaga-somnia

                         ↻ The door slammed shut loudly, making Shun jolt a little. He hadn't been aware that she was so sensitive, that his rejection of her would bring such an aggressive response. He had simply stated the truth, that he was a male prostitute and that they couldn't be together. Taking another shot of the whiskey to warm up his body, he staggered to his bed, hand tracing the sheets. He had always had trouble sleeping in hotel rooms --- was it even worth trying?

[traumeriinarchive]

He hovers over her shoulders looking at her curiously.

     ☁ She had been laying on her bed when she saw her darling brother. Without a second thought she took his hand and snuggled against his shoulder. Idle hums of no particular song left her lips as she placed a kiss onto his cheek. “Brother dearest, I’ve missed you.”

[cirocchiomoved]

☠ [ but for Morpheus. I am so sorry. ]

☠— last words of my character to yours (or sth either way she’s dying)

    Close my eyes,        Just for tonight      The sun still sleeps

                                                And when she wakes...

       "—A… dream." Blue, thin lips. Her usual soft, gentle voice sounded dry and creaked. It costed her so much effort, to say the words. Ghostly white face, freckles all but dissolved as the blood had drained from her face. No wounds. It simply stopped flowing. The ground was so welcoming, so warm against her frozen skin. Eyelids shut, despite knowing that she couldn't. Sleep was fatal, it'd kill her, put her heart to rest. Eternal rest. But it would be oh so peaceful, oh so quietly-- a kind, calm death. And she was so, so tired. The cold had drained all of her energy, stole all the warmth in her body. She was tired of walking, of sitting, of this unending quest, tired of everything. Sleep would heal her. Strengthen her. The cold would stop gnawing on her bones, stop burning her skin. Eternal sleep -- that was exactly what she desired. Darkness fell, the world outside was excluded. And there Morpheus waited for her.                                                 See? In the arms of Morpheus--

"A dream," Ciri repeated, standing next him, everything around her black, an abyss with no end. No ground touching her feet, only shadow. Everything was engulfed in shadow. Everything was quiet. Peaceful.                                                                   Eternal sleep.    She only smiled at him, satisfied. No longer cold. No longer tired. Nothing mattered here. "You asked me what I wished for once. I had nothing to ask of you. This time, I do." There was only one thing left for her. A dream, and then-- nothing. No idea what lied ahead of that, but need she know? Everything was over. She hadn't found Gepetto, that was sad... But nothing could be done anymore. Useless to resist now. It was too late.

          "I only wish to see a dream where I meet him again." The only thing she could ask of Morpheus. Not waiting for his reply, Ciri closed her eyes in that dream, too. Felt a gentle touch on her forehead, or was it her cheeks, hands, entire body?      

          He had not aged one bit. Still the same radiant, sun-kissed locks she was so envious of. Still clear azure irises and that playful, charming grin. He took her hands in his, kissed her temple, eyelids and hair. He smelled of paint and coffee. The same as ever. Her arms were flung around his neck, face buried against his broad chest. And nothing but tears, tears, an ocean of tears that spilled from her eyes while she laughed. It felt so real—                And he only said in that familiar, warm, loving voice Ciri had longed to hear all this time;

                                        "You silly, silly girl." You silly girl, looking for things that no longer exist in this world. Clinging onto it so tightly, that you abandon everything else-- Silly girl, always looking back and never ahead. Silly girl, denying your humanity, claiming to be something else, only to bind you even stronger to me.                                       Silly, blind, little doll.

        There was no time left to mourn over what she had wasted all those years. She knew it, understood what this was. Heard the truth he didn't speak out loud, accepted that truth. It had been as plain as the huge nose on her face, written all over herself and the people she met. That was all fine. She had found what she wanted. Ciri had asked of Morpheus to create a final dream, a last, fake reunion. Had given her something better. Had led her straight into his waiting arms. She had always assumed her journey would end one day, where she would see him again. This was not the place she expected the end to be... Ah. An end nonetheless.                      And finally breathes, softly, in her sleep, a simple: "Thank you." As her final breath leaves frozen lips.                                  

[oblitus-memoriae]

Poppy!

Poppy: What is something your character wants to forget?

« εїз »→; Out of all the things she has done and experienced in the past, there is a clear winner of what she’d want to forget. Reina would want to forget how cowardly she had been in the past. She’d want to forget that she avoided running away from home with Ellis while she still had the chance. She’d want to forget that her fear kept her from saving the one person who meant the most to her.

[calisvol]

Bite me. [ /scurries away ]

   ( Ω ]--; "First the serpent, now the King of Dreams himself? I must say, this is quite ironic that yet another deity seems to find such...favor with me."

[traumeriinarchive]

Claimed

2. A steamy kiss

     ☁  Oh. Well all she could do is cross her fingers and hope this wont be too awkward. Cupping his cheeks, Rosemary stood on her tippy toes and leaned in for a kiss. 

[cirocchiomoved]

Time, Loyalty

why are these unexpectedly difficult

Time

Hmm… Ok this one is piss. Frick. Firstly, I’ll note that Ciri doesn’t always check dates and sometimes forgets what date or even month it is. Depending on how often she is on her laptop, of course. Not when deadlines are to be met relating to her job, of course.            As for the more long-term thing… She’s not exceptionally pressured in finding Gepetto. Or rather, she is, but life happens and she needs to make a living, do groceries, ask around in so many different places— you know. A year of travelling has learnt her that it’s not all that easy to find a man ‘somewhere in Europe’ with the little information she has to provide. She’s patient. Has learned to be patient. Has accepted that it is necessary to be patient. One more thing; while her ‘birth date’ and ‘age’ are officially stated on her ID, she doesn’t believe in those and thinks that Gepetto has actually crafted her one year prior to her official ‘birth date’, making her 21 according to herself. But twenty is the age she states to be when asked after. 

Loyalty

Okay so, there are two sides to this. You can say that Ciri is loyal. Loyal to her course, being to find her dead father figure. She’s not very likely to stop, not until somehow realising that it’s hopeless/ Gepetto died many years ago. She’s loyal to him as well, in the sense of how no person has ever gotten close enough to have her replace him. Which may be silly since all she has are memories of him until she was five years old.      But, due to how little people got close to her, she has come to accept this loneliness and fill the roles of friends and family in with Gepetto as well. In the sense of ‘he would do this,’. Almost imaginary friend, you could say. Either way, she’s under the assumption that Gepetto and only Gepetto can be the one who fills the empty hole she’s left with. Until her reunion, she ignores it. Poor, deluded child. But who else but her creator can be the one who completes her? She’s also loyal in terms of; keeping her to her word etc.         On the other hand, she’s not extremely loyal to the individuals she meets. Very kind, friendly, open. Yes.  But as a friend she, frankly speaking, sucks. Not initially, but she’d simply pack her stuff without warning one day (or with warning) and move to the next location. And make new friends. Forget to contact them- old ones, or simply don’t feel like contacting them. In a lot of cases… Ciri doesn’t see the persons she meet as ‘friends’ but as ‘acquaintances’. As for relationships— eh, for her to even be in a relationship as in, a mutual one (they tend to be one-sided), I do imagine her to be loyal to her partner. But as it is, most of the times she just doesn’t really protest to whoever comes snog her. As long as they don’t mean to harm her, of course. So should it happen that two people would like her at the same time, without Ciri being particularly disgusted by or interested in either of them, she’d just go along with both of their advances. Possibly ending in her ‘cheating’. And she honestly wouldn’t see the problem.

yEAh

[jor-mun-gandrarchive]

☭

Battle intro: “How interesting.”

Victory: “Expected.”

Defeat: {laughter}

Assist: “Do us a favor and put them to sleep.”