we're not just dreamers

little fae in a big world

[vesperssecretwhispers]

Vesper didn’t believe him at first. But the young men went on and the little fae tilted his head, slowly stepping towards the flowers on the ground. He picked them up and turned them carefully in his hands. He touched their soft leaves, as the young man pointed out, and inhaled the sweet scent of its bloom. It was a pretty flower, soft, but it had a dashing red about it that he found irresistible. “I’m going to make a whole field of these” Vesper said, his voice sounding close to that of a frog. He glanced over the boy’s shoulder, “I could add a few of these... kadupul flowers as well. But I warn you, I’ve never seen them before and I don’t know how they smell so it might be completely unlike anything you’ve ever seen before.”

Vesper opened his jacket and put the flower inside. “Hmm... do you suppose they’re the kind of flower that screams?”

[alchemicglade]

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Vesper had been watching for a long time. He didn’t usually like to come out during the daytime, but there was a flower that someone had dreamed of that he thought was especially pretty. He’d never seen before, and was suddenly overcome with the urge to create an entire field of them. He didn’t know how he would use them, but he was confident he would find somebody who would appreciate them.

But, of course, having never bee introduced to one in the flesh, any of attempt to create one in the dreamspace would have only been a pale imitation. He needed to see one for himself, and he could only do that if he went out and found one for himself.

He popped into the waking world through a gap in a boulder that cracked open decades ago. The sun was so bright that he had to shield his eyes, and he grumbled under his breath as he tried to move into a more shaded area. Already the waking world was trying to hurt him. It was best if he just found his new flower and got on with it.

“Oh hello–” a voice rang out across the clearing and he froze. Horrified, he slowly turned, his eyes wide, his skin paler than fresh snow. Ten whole seconds in this realm and he was already in danger. 

“Weeds,” he repeated, his voice hoarse and quiet. He had to be quick, and clever. Unfortunately he was only good at one of those at a time on a good day. “Ah, yeah. I… I like… weeds… too…”

His eyes fell to the red flowers gathered at the man’s side, and his eyes flashed with interest. “I like flowers, too,” he pointed, “Especially those ones.”

          Skittish.

          That was the word that popped into mind when the other spoke. He looked terrified, though Aether wasn’t entirely sure what it was that he was frightened by. There weren’t any predators in this area, after all. So he made a point of making himself as unthreatening as possible, putting down the scissors he’d been using to carefully pick the flowers and smiling in the direction of the newcomer. 

          “Do you know what these flowers are good for?” 

          “They’re rare even in the wild, but they’re incredibly valuable. I didn’t expect to find any out here. Did you want some?”

          One hand took hold of a few stalks of the vermillion flowers and held them out in offering. There were plenty to share after all, no matter how valuable they were. 

[vesperssecretwhispers]

Vesper watched very carefully as the young person moved around. He seemed pleasant. But sometimes a lion could look like it was smiling at you right before it pounced.

He took a few steps towards them, peering into their open hand at the flowers. His instincts were telling him to take them and run, but it couldn’t have been that simple. People didn’t just give things away. Especially humans.

“Why are you giving them to me?” he asked, his voice quiet and soft, “What will it cost?”

[alchemicglade]

@lostrobingang

          One could say that it was plain foolishness for Aether to be paying so little attention to his surrounds. He had found a small copse of Red Athelas, which had drawn his focus and kept it as he diligently worked to collect the fragile leaves without damaging them. They were valuable on their own, and even more so when blending into spells and elixirs, after all.

          So it wasn’t until the flicker of movement nearby was almost too close for comfort that Aether stopped what he was doing and paid attention. 

          “…”

          “Oh, hello. You’re a long way from civilisation.” He certainly hadn’t expected to come across someone else in the middle of a dense forest. “I didn’t think anyone would be so far out here besides people like me who love weeds.”

[vesperssecretwhispers]

Vesper had been watching for a long time. He didn’t usually like to come out during the daytime, but there was a flower that someone had dreamed of that he thought was especially pretty. He’d never seen before, and was suddenly overcome with the urge to create an entire field of them. He didn’t know how he would use them, but he was confident he would find somebody who would appreciate them.

But, of course, having never bee introduced to one in the flesh, any of attempt to create one in the dreamspace would have only been a pale imitation. He needed to see one for himself, and he could only do that if he went out and found one for himself.

He popped into the waking world through a gap in a boulder that cracked open decades ago. The sun was so bright that he had to shield his eyes, and he grumbled under his breath as he tried to move into a more shaded area. Already the waking world was trying to hurt him. It was best if he just found his new flower and got on with it.

“Oh hello--” a voice rang out across the clearing and he froze. Horrified, he slowly turned, his eyes wide, his skin paler than fresh snow. Ten whole seconds in this realm and he was already in danger. 

“Weeds,” he repeated, his voice hoarse and quiet. He had to be quick, and clever. Unfortunately he was only good at one of those at a time on a good day. “Ah, yeah. I... I like... weeds... too...”

His eyes fell to the red flowers gathered at the man’s side, and his eyes flashed with interest. “I like flowers, too,” he pointed, “Especially those ones.”

[vesperssecretwhispers]

“This place is my home,” he spoke, but his voice was barely above a whisper. The smile faded from his lips and he looked the young man up and down. He seemed nice, but that could change.

“I’m often here, taking care of things people leave behind,” he said with a sigh. He shifted around so he could stand on the tombstone. He adjusted his jacket and began to step across each slab of stone as though he were walking on solid ground. He stopped before the young man, holding onto the edges of his jacket as he looked down at him. “Things like you.”

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vesperssecretwhispers‌: 

Vesper was quiet for a long moment. There was so much to keep up with when it came to this man–No, this demon. He was an agent of the system, one that Vesper usually made a point of avoiding. 

“Not everyone is a part of the rules set out by… by your boss,” he said quietly. It was though his voice was incapable of rising above a whisper. The music almost drowned him out, even as the notes began to melt into eachother.

He felt a pop behind his ears, and he glanced around at the dining dreamers The couple had vanished. He supposed a glitched diner was hardly the setting for a perfect first date. 

“Have you come here to hurt these people?” he asked. He hoped his sunglasses were enough to hide his fear, but he gripped his tiny notebook with both hands, his knuckles turning white. “I… I won’t let you, if… if that’s what you plan to do.”

“It doesn’t have to be from the big guy. Not all my rules are his, just you know your own set of morals would be the better way to say it.“  He finished off the coffee as he set it on the table even that started melting. 

“Nah i’m not here to hurt anyone. Just have fun maybe get them to “Loosen up in their real lives when their awake. Not everything has to be painful when it comes to us. Sometimes we just want to have fun with humans.” He really preferred that, all the other demons got way too into the whole thing. There were more enjoyable ways to get points. 

“Why don’t we just stick together while i’m roaming around. You can make sure I keep being a good little demon and i’ll have a new friend to play around with in this little dream void.“ He slipped out of the booth knowing it wasn’t long before that deflated too.

[vesperssecretwhispers]

“You can’t just dive into someone’s dreamscape, traumatize them and expect them to loosen up,” Vesper grumbled and stood up from the table. Almost  all of the patrons had faded, except for one trucker who still sat at the diner bar. Vesper sighed and motioning at the poor dreamer, “Look what you’ve done. The man just wanted to enjoy his coffee, and now I’ve got to toss him into something else. Likely nowhere near as relaxed as this.”

The little fae didn’t like the idea of spending another moment with a demon, but if what he said was true then Vesper couldn’t just let him wander the dreamscape causing more chaos than he was worth.

“Fine,” he pouted. He put his notebook into his breast pocket and straightened his suit. He turned to Eden, realizing he was so short he had to look up at him. “You can call me Vesper.”

He glanced around what was left of the establishment. Most of it was melting, like an old wax candle, and the music had started to fold in on itself. Everything was distorted. There was no sense hanging around any longer. 

He placed a single finger on the man’s arm, wincing as he did so. “Hold on, this can be a little rough if you’re not used to it,” he closed his eyes, and all at once he lost his form and slithered into the crack under the table like water down a drain.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in the between space. It looked like the inside of an anthill, with tunnels leading in every direction, warping and twisting around eachother like kaleidoscopic wormholes.

“We can’t stay here long,” he said as he looked around, “Or we’ll be lost... and I’m not ready for that just yet.”

[vesperssecretwhispers]

Inside The Actor’s Studio Edition.

The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must reblog and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love (as well as add a question of your own to the bonus section). You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)

Muse: Vesper

1. What is your favourite word? “I just learned what prestidigitation meant, and I like it, so I’ll keep it.”

2. What is your least favourite word? Vesper bites his lip, then shrugs. “It’s not polite to say.”

3. What turns you on? His eyes go wide, and his pale cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. He only shakes his head.

4. What turns you off? “I don’t like it when people try to push me around.”

5. What sound do you love? “I like the sound of the first breath after someone has fallen asleep. It sounds like... softness.”

6. What sound do you hate? “Loud ones.”

7. What is your favourite curse word?: Vesper shakes his head again. “Too rude.”

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?: This takes Vesper a few long moments before he decides. It’s not an easy question, and he can’t answer it without being sure. “A librarian,” he says, finally, and he even smiles a bit.

9. What profession would you not like to do?: “I’m not very good at most things,” he says quietly, “So, pretty much anything outside of what I know I can do already.”

10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates? “That I did my best, and that was enough.”

Bonus Question:

1. Biggest pet peeve? “People don’t can’t respect personal boundaries.”

2. What is your favourite dream? “There’s a little place with a tree in the middle of a pond, and its leaves are made entirely of white flowers. When you look at your reflection, you see yourself as the one who loves you the most does.”

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vesperssecretwhispers‌:

He watched as the man scanned the room, and when his eyes fell on Vesper, he felt the blood run out of his body. Oh no, he was walking over to him. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.

Vesper pushed his sunglasses up his nose and tried to act casual. This wasn’t how things were done. He never actually met anyone in dreams, not jumpers like him. He tried to act like he was reading his notes as he eyed the man from the corner of his eye.

When he spoke, Vesper jumped, and if he could he would have made himself as small as an ant. “I, ah, I’m not… real…” he said quietly, and cleared his throat. This man was not like him. Vesper lived in dreams and the between places, but this guy… he was one of them.

“I don’t have any rules to break, so you can keep your points,” he said softly, afraid of someone overhearing their conversation. If the dreamers realized who they were, the whole diner could fall apart. “I’m not a part of the upstairs or the downstairs departments.”

Vesper glanced at the jukebox, already the music was beginning to lose its sharpness and there was a warble on the edges that wasn’t there before. He turned back to the dark haired man.

“What are you doing here?” the words were barely louder than a whisper, “People… like you don’t come to dreams like this.”

He chuckled. “Yeah? No shit huh? Neutral territory not too bad. You’re not like one of those guys in the purgatory department.” Those guys were real sticks keeping everything so bland but this guy’s hair was a dead give away. “I don’t think i’ve run into one of you before.”

 He glanced around seeing the start of the ripple. “oh shit yeah I forgot…” If he had been on assignment he probably could have gained assess to mess with the dreamers perception but he wasn’t so this was a time bomb. Why do people always put themselves at the center of attention in their dreams? Selfish. 

“If you didn’t have any rules to break you wouldn’t be so freaked out with me being here. Everyone has rules, made my someone else or themselves there are always rules. What’s the point of doing anything if you can’t break a rule while doing it?” That was the only fun way to do it anyway. 

He looked him over as an idea formed in his head and his decision was made. “I’m here to have a little fun is all. You know take a break from doing the whole nightmare afterlife torture thing. See how the other half lives and all that. Is that such a big deal?“

[vesperssecretwhispers]

Vesper was quiet for a long moment. There was so much to keep up with when it came to this man--No, this demon. He was an agent of the system, one that Vesper usually made a point of avoiding. 

“Not everyone is a part of the rules set out by... by your boss,” he said quietly. It was though his voice was incapable of rising above a whisper. The music almost drowned him out, even as the notes began to melt into eachother.

He felt a pop behind his ears, and he glanced around at the dining dreamers The couple had vanished. He supposed a glitched diner was hardly the setting for a perfect first date. 

“Have you come here to hurt these people?” he asked. He hoped his sunglasses were enough to hide his fear, but he gripped his tiny notebook with both hands, his knuckles turning white. “I... I won’t let you, if... if that’s what you plan to do.”

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[ Meet me at the Empty Street Diner ] [ urban Fantasy ] [ open rp ]

Originally posted by filmtourist

It was an especially lively night at the Empty Street diner. The regulars sat in their corner away from the door, chatting the usual gossip over their lukewarm coffees. After a arriving separately and exchanging a curt nod, two truckers sat at the bar a few stools away from eachother. A hitchhiker came and went. A young couple ended their relationship. Glinda the waitress took her break later than she probably wanted to.

The night drifted on, and Vesper watched from the beside the jukebox. He leaned against it as he scribbled notes in his tiny pocketbook. He’d visited a dream of this place. He’d been hopping between minds the other night when he found himself standing in the middle of the diner. 

It had been awhile since he’d last visited it in the waking world, but in the dream it had been exactly as he’d always remembered. Untouched by time. Trapped. 

And then Vesper was caught. Whoever had seen him had never been to the diner before, of that he was sure. He had been clumsy and the dreamer had given him The Look. It was a little different for everyone, but it always said the same thing.

‘Wait, you don’t belong here.’

Vesper was lucky enough to escape, and hopefully they had forgotten him with the dawn. Everyone eventually did. But … there was something different about their face this time. Something curious. 

The bell above the diner door gave a ring-a-ding-ding as someone walked in. Vesper pulled down his sunglasses. Perhaps the fae was being silly, perhaps this was just another diner on another saturday night. But… perhaps there would be something familiar about them.

Eden wasn’t one to sell another dream hopper out, but since he was already here for his own monetary gain under not so legitimate ways he might as break some of his  own rules along with official ones. He looked around the diner his eyes falling on the one element in the room that didn’t match the others. he snatched one of the coffee cups behind the counter and filled it up glad that while this was a dream it was at least one put together well enough to make a decent flavored drink. 

He slipped into the seat across from the unusual man humming a little as he took a sip of his drink. He reached over and tapped the table in front of him.  “So…You don’t belong here. Which department are you from mine or are you from upstairs?” He whispered the last word pointing up. “Either way you’re not here on assignment.” He knew that much, no one was supposed to be at least nt for a few days.”Are you another rule breaker? Because if you are i’m not sharing my points with you.”

[vesperssecretwhispers]

He watched as the man scanned the room, and when his eyes fell on Vesper, he felt the blood run out of his body. Oh no, he was walking over to him. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.

Vesper pushed his sunglasses up his nose and tried to act casual. This wasn’t how things were done. He never actually met anyone in dreams, not jumpers like him. He tried to act like he was reading his notes as he eyed the man from the corner of his eye.

When he spoke, Vesper jumped, and if he could he would have made himself as small as an ant. “I, ah, I’m not... real...” he said quietly, and cleared his throat. This man was not like him. Vesper lived in dreams and the between places, but this guy... he was one of them.

“I don’t have any rules to break, so you can keep your points,” he said softly, afraid of someone overhearing their conversation. If the dreamers realized who they were, the whole diner could fall apart. “I’m not a part of the upstairs or the downstairs departments.”

Vesper glanced at the jukebox, already the music was beginning to lose its sharpness and there was a warble on the edges that wasn’t there before. He turned back to the dark haired man.

“What are you doing here?” the words were barely louder than a whisper, “People... like you don’t come to dreams like this.”

[vesperssecretwhispers]

Reverse Starter Call ~

Like/PM me if you want Vesper to take a tour through your starters, muses and memes! He’s a little dream fae and does well in fantastic or whimsical RPs.

[vesperssecretwhispers]

[ Meet me at the Empty Street Diner ] [ urban Fantasy ] [ open rp ]

It was an especially lively night at the Empty Street diner. The regulars sat in their corner away from the door, chatting the usual gossip over their lukewarm coffees. After a arriving separately and exchanging a curt nod, two truckers sat at the bar a few stools away from eachother. A hitchhiker came and went. A young couple ended their relationship. Glinda the waitress took her break later than she probably wanted to.

The night drifted on, and Vesper watched from the beside the jukebox. He leaned against it as he scribbled notes in his tiny pocketbook. He’d visited a dream of this place. He’d been hopping between minds the other night when he found himself standing in the middle of the diner. 

It had been awhile since he’d last visited it in the waking world, but in the dream it had been exactly as he’d always remembered. Untouched by time. Trapped. 

And then Vesper was caught. Whoever had seen him had never been to the diner before, of that he was sure. He had been clumsy and the dreamer had given him The Look. It was a little different for everyone, but it always said the same thing.

‘Wait, you don’t belong here...’

Vesper was lucky enough to escape, and hopefully the dreamer had forgotten him with the dawn. Everyone eventually did. But ... there was something different about their face this time. Something curious. 

The bell above the diner door gave a ring-a-ding-ding as someone walked in. Vesper pulled down his sunglasses. Perhaps the fae was being silly, perhaps this was just another traveller on another Saturday night. But... perhaps there would be something familiar about them.

[tinypaintedthings]

whispersofvesper‌:

Vesper blinked, and then when Wil spoke to him he whipped his head around to meet his gaze. He had control of himself here, unlike most people. It made Vesper smile a little. 

“Because this is my home,” he said, he motioned at the endless rows of broken tombstones, “Underneath all of these graves are the forgotten memories of dreams people have left behind. I keep them safe.”

The boy’s final questions were always a tough one to answer. “My name is Vesper,” that much he knew for sure. “I was already here, I think. But I don’t know that you’re not dreaming me. I exist after everyone leaves, usually, so I suppose that means I might have dreamed you.”

He didn’t want to tell the boy the truth of all things. One day the final memory of him would end up in this place with all the rest of them. Not everyone ended up here, but most things did. It was a comfort to some people, but it was a responsibility that weighed heavy on Vesper. 

“Perhaps not all people,” he said slowly. “The persistent ones don’t end up here.”

The demeanor on Wil changed vastly, realization, and an icy trail crept down in his veins. “Have I been forgotten? Is that why I’m here? Have I been forgotten, again?”

If this place held the forgotten memories of people and places, surely at least part of him did live there. Isn’t that what people all his life did? They discarded him, over, and over, again? How many foster homes had been through? How many people had tossed him to the wind?

The thought alone pinched up something raw within him, but he did his best to not show it.

But Larc, his new mom, and Danny wouldn’t forget him, would they? Or was he just visiting the other memories of him that no longer existed to anyone out there? “Are there memories of me here, when I was a little kid? Do you know the memories?”

[vesperssecretwhispers]

Vesper shrugged, “This is a dream,” he said simply, “Either you’ve been forgotten, or you’re only lost. Both are just as likely in this place.” He tucked his feet under him, resting his chin on his knees.

“I know all the memories here,” he nodded slowly, “They’re last thoughts, lost dreams, you know, things people think they don’t need anymore... but none are yours. It isn’t people in these graves, they’re more like... flowers. A field of people’s flowers.”

He looked at Wil, and saw a little bit of fear in him. “If you were truly forgotten we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” he explained, climbing off of the tombstone. “You wouldn’t even wonder about being here. You would just be a memory, a snapshot of the last thing remembered in your life.”

He pointed at one of the graves, “This guy? He’s ice cream with his daughter,” he swung around and pointed at another. “This lady is the first time she rode a roller coaster.” He walked down the rows, motioning back and forth at the different graves. “Sunday brunch with their mother. When they finally finished their book. Getting married. The day their dad died...”

He turned around and looked at Wil, “If you’re here, and not in there--” he motioned, open palmed, to the ground infront of him, “Then you’re lucky. You don’t have a favorite memory, because you’re still making them.”

[tinypaintedthings]

whispersofvesper‌:

Vesper’s ears perked up and he leaned over to get a better look at the boy. Though he had sensed the dreamer in his home, it was more reassuring to see them for himself. 

“The same thing that happens to all things in time,” he said quietly, shrugging a little, “People stopped coming. The caretaker left. Eventually what was left of this place only remained in people’s memories, and that’s how it ended up here.”

He looked at the cemetery. It seemed to exist in this forever time just after twilight. There were no stars, and only a crescent moon hung in the cloudless sky. 

“I’m sorry you ended up here,” he sighed, “It’s much easier to get here than it is to leave.”

The corner of Wil’s lip twitched up just a bit, and then in a blink, as if he’d always been standing on the tombstone to the side of where the guy was sitting, he stood looking down at him. “I think it might be easier for me than most,” he said in almost a tease of voice. “Why do you keep apologizing for this place and calling it ugly? If you don’t like it here, why are you here?”

Wil knew very well that he was dreaming. He walked all the time and explored while in dream. It was fun, and he liked to learn more about his abilities and what he could do for lots of reasons. In dream, though, he had been getting pretty good with manipulating them to do what he willed. In dream, his mind was his canvass. He needed no pencil and paper.

“Who are you? Did I dream you, or where you already here? .. and I hope for sure that doesn’t happen with people.” Would he be forgotten in time, if in fact he did not age? 

[vesperssecretwhispers]

Vesper blinked, and then when Wil spoke to him he whipped his head around to meet his gaze. He had control of himself here, unlike most people. It made Vesper smile a little. 

“Because this is my home,” he said, he motioned at the endless rows of broken tombstones, "Underneath all of these graves are the forgotten memories of dreams people have left behind. I keep them safe.”

The boy’s final questions were always a tough one to answer. “My name is Vesper,” that much he knew for sure. “I was already here, I think. But I don’t know that you’re not dreaming me. I exist after everyone leaves, usually, so I suppose that means I might have dreamed you.”

He didn’t want to tell the boy the truth of all things. One day the final memory of him would end up in this place with all the rest of them. Not everyone ended up here, but most things did. It was a comfort to some people, but it was a responsibility that weighed heavy on Vesper. 

“Perhaps not all people,” he said slowly. “The persistent ones don’t end up here.”

[spraypaintandnailpolish]

whispersofvesper‌

“Inception?” he squinted, confused at her reference. “Dreams don’t have beginnings. Not really… but if you wish to conjure something, you could certainly try. I’m okay at it in other people’s dreams. It’s quite difficult in The Dreaming though, since you would have to have some knowledge of magic in order for it to work…” he tried to think of a way to explain it to her, but speaking so much was already draining him. He waved his hands around absently, “Think of it like… water. You can swim in it, other things can swim in it, it’s around you all the time. That’s magic. But, you’re kind of limited in what you can do in it depending on your skill, yeah? Depending on your strength or ability. Little guppies like me can do some things, little tricks, a little reality bending… but, whales like… like him can do much… much more powerful things.”

He rubbed his cheek, quite unsure if he was making any sense. Talking wasn’t his strongest point, not that he had many strong things about him to begin with.

“To get you home we just need to find your dream,” he went on, speaking slowly, and quietly. His anxiousness was almost dripping from his lips. “Which will be with your body. I could try to find it, but… unless you know where it is or how you got here, it could take some time.”

He glanced around, then pointed at a spot on the floor where the tile was cracked and broken. “I can use that to get us somewhere else. That’s how I can move between spaces, through the little holes in reality. If you know where your body is we might be able to jump around until we find it properly.”

She definitely didn’t like the sound of that…. thing being a fucking dream whale. Not in this metaphor. But. Okay. Thats where she was at and she needed to push through to reality on the other side.

“Where my…. body is?” Dream logic. She just had to follow some weird crazy dream logic until this shit was over and she was awake. She still wasn’t sure if she believed that she was genuinely in peril, but she wasn’t one to take chances either.

“Um. Okay… I think… I should be in my room, right? Sleeping in my bed? I’m pretty sure. Unless I passed out on the couch in the basement. That thing’s a crazy comfy vacuum…” She watched the ginger man’s eyes wondering if she was anywhere close to answering his questions. “…I still don’t know how I got here though. that’s one I can’t answer…” She still wasn’t quite sure where she was exactly but dammit she was trying and NO ONE could fault her for that.

[vesperssecretwhispers]

"I don’t know how you got here either,” he shrugged. “Dreams are funny like that. It might be best to just... roll with it. Be brave.” He knew that was easier said than done.

He walked past her and crouched to look at the ugly crack in the floor. The library floor was tiled in a dark grey material. The break was about six inches long and snaked in several directions, but was only a few milimetres wide. 

“This’ll do,” he said in a low voice. He reached out with both hands pressed together and his fingers slipped inside. He pulled his hands apart and the crack in the floor widened. The area around it seemed to warp, bending around the black space that had opened in the floor. He widened it until it was a few feet across, big enough for them to crawl through.

He stepped on the edge to keep it open and held out his hand to Chris. “You remember what your bedroom looked like?” he asked. “Focus on that. That might help.”

[tinypaintedthings]

whispersofvesper‌:

[ high fantasy ] [ open rp ]

Originally posted by the-night-wanderer

“There used to be a church here,” Vesper said, motioning to the landscape, barren and dark, spotted with old tombstones and dead trees. “But the old graveyard still stands. The lost and unclaimed find a home in this place. That’s why I like it. People like you, without anyone to take care of them… they always end up in this realm eventually.”

Vesper sighed. He sat on one such tombstone, his legs crossed and his hands placed neatly on his lap. He balanced with a graceful ease granted to him for being the caretaker of this world. 

“This is a kind place,” he added quietly. “Even if it’s not very pretty… there are worse places to host your nightmares.”

“I think it is pretty,” Wil spoke up, seemingly from nowhere within the shadows of the old cemetery. Was the guy talking to him? He didn’t know, perhaps he didn’t even know he was there, as Wil lay sprawled out on his back on the ground among the rotten decaying leaves. “I like this place. I like the feeling of the decay around me. Feels.. “ How did it feel? Like home? The only home he had ever knows was the Manor he lived at now with his adoptive family. 

This .. was something different.

A hint of autumn colored light refracted off his gaze, as he turned his head just a hint to catch the other’s gaze. “So why did they take the church down? What happened to it?”

[vesperssecretwhispers]

Vesper’s ears perked up and he leaned over to get a better look at the boy. Though he had sensed the dreamer in his home, it was more reassuring to see them for himself. 

“The same thing that happens to all things in time,” he said quietly, shrugging a little, “People stopped coming. The caretaker left. Eventually what was left of this place only remained in people’s memories, and that’s how it ended up here.”

He looked at the cemetery. It seemed to exist in this forever time just after twilight. There were no stars, and only a crescent moon hung in the cloudless sky. 

“I’m sorry you ended up here,” he sighed, “It’s much easier to get here than it is to leave.”

[vesperssecretwhispers]

[ high fantasy ] [ open rp ]

“There used to be a church here,” Vesper said, motioning to the landscape, barren and dark, spotted with old tombstones and dead trees. “But the old graveyard still stands. The lost and unclaimed find a home in this place. That’s why I like it. People like you, without anyone to take care of them... they always end up in this realm eventually.”

Vesper sighed. He sat on one such tombstone, his legs crossed and his hands placed neatly on his lap. He balanced with a graceful ease granted to him for being the caretaker of this world. 

“This is a kind place,” he added quietly. “Even if it’s not very pretty... there are worse places to host your nightmares.”

[vesperssecretwhispers]

not just dreamers

[vince-the-loveable-stoner]

“I am not mad.”, he insisted, “However, cunning I may be.”, and with that he grabbed the fae’s arm which was now barely in reach and with a flash they ended up back at the garden, Hibiki in his body and the fae inside a binding circle. He struggled to catch his breath; this long in another plane was not what Hibiki was used to. Still huffing and panting he eyed the other, making sure he’s okay and waiting for his next action.

[vesperssecretwhispers]

Vesper shrieked. This was NOT what he wanted to do with his evening. The air was completely different in the waking world and he HATED IT. 

He yanked his arm back and stepped as far away as he could, slamming against the edge of the binding circle. He gasped and moved his hands along its surface, begging, hoping for a crack in its seal. But there were none. He was straight up trapped there.

“What have you done?!” he cried, panic rising inside of him. He slammed his tiny fists against the barrier. “You have to let me out! I don’t have anything you want! I’m not even that powerful, you wouldn’t get anything from me!“

[vince-the-loveable-stoner]

“Then maybe point me towards who would know why you kept reappearing in my dreams?”, Hibiki persisted. After his initial outburst of sarcasm, he realised how messed up it was he actually took another being as a prisioner but actually talking to somebody after so long was a welcome change. “I’m sorry about not being the best host but I hope you understand my concern with you just running away.”

[vesperssecretwhispers]

‘Busted.’

“Dreams are funny like that, you know, full of lost and forgotten things...” he pressed his nose to the barrier, willing himself to fall through. He didn’t. “Kind of like me. I only go where things get lost. I found lots of neat, forgotten things in your dreams... I guess I won’t be making that mistake again. Or very many other mistakes ever again.”

He sighed, and slid down the barrier onto his knees.

“I don’t know what kind of answer you’re expecting,” he conceded. “But now you’ve got me here, so what do you intend to do with me?”

[vesperssecretwhispers]

Reverse Starter Call ~ <3

My darling fae Vesper is looking for some new threads! Like this post for him to go through your open starters!