[mingle] what's the dream and what's the reality?

[lovetheme]

Lately the castle's nights have been very clear and almost warm, even up so high among the clouds as they are. But regardless of the weather, they are generally peaceful nights, and few things seem to stir during them...apart from the castle's inhabitants, be it with late-night roving or with sleep. The dreams, by extension, are at least undisturbed...if maybe not always pleasant. That sort of thing tends to vary by the person, of course.

But now--and for several nights, consecutively--the castle residents may find their dreams starting to take on stranger shapes: memories they've never had, friends that don't usually arrive, strangers they've never seen. These odd impressions might cling and continue to confuse even upon waking, vivid as they were; was it really just a dream, or maybe something more...? Does that newcomer in your dream remember you there too, in the daytime?

Either way, there seems to be an strange energy in the air during these nights. And it's bringing dreams together.

((ooc: And here's the catch-all post for the dream-sharing event! Feel free to top-level with your character's dreams here, or thread around in others! The event should only last about a week, but backtagging is eternal c: The ooc planning post can be found here!))

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[antitemporal]

Sans-Serif seems to visibly bristle at Grune's reassuring words, his fists clenching tight, his eyelights blazing brighter with the force of emotion, with the force of his hate. "he can't! he's empty inside and he can't grow..." He presses a hand against his own ribcage. "this is all he'll ever be, and..."

The doll reaches out quietly, and takes hold of the strings, too. Immediately, blood wells up between its thin fingers and drips surprisingly loudly onto the floor. But it dutifully sets to work anyway, trying to help Grune untangle them. The other (real?) Sans-Serif finds that he can only stare, mouth agape, words failing.

[lostinmyway]

Grune smiles at the other skeleton and sets a blood-damp hand over his. "Thank you, dear. Be careful."

She looks back at S2 to make sure he's all right for a moment. She's almost got one of the knots done--she just needs to work a little more.