#emergingfromtheflame

Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

emergingfromtheflame

La Muerte smiled seeing the stranger, “Welcome to the land of the remembered!” she said cheerfully. “There are so many wonderful things to see mortal, why are you wasting your first day coming to see me? I am sure that your family would want to see you again.”

emergingfromtheflame

Upon touching my Muse, Your’s is suddenly thrown into one of Mine’s Tragic and Painful Memories, Send “Memories of Sorrow” to see a painful and tragic memory of My Muse..

Being imprisoned by the nightmares had the effect of putting him in a strange and horrible comatose state. He lay dormant for hours, days, weeks, years as the nightmares surrounded him, turning his worst fears into terrifying dreams that he had the pleasure of experiencing again and again.

Every defeat he had ever suffered, every loss, assaulted his mind, the pain associated with every loss new and vivid and horrifying. Occasionally he came to, and attempted an escape, but always the nightmares were too powerful for him. He was their sustenance now, the fear that kept them alive. They dragged him back into that comatose state, kicking and screaming.

Always at the back of his mind was the last bit of courage he had; a sense of revenge, that he kept with him always. And at the foremost of his thoughts, a sense of regret. He had come so very close to prevailing this time. So close to eliminating this horrible loneliness that had consumed his life.

put a “<:” and i’ll tell you something i like about myself.

Put a “*” and i’ll tell you a secret

I'm a damn good writer. At least- good enough.

send me a “♦” for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I’ll reply with what mine does.

It was late. Flare had been a surprisingly pleasant companion for conversation, and they had found themselves talking together long into the night, sitting beside the globe. He had even been tolerant enough to let the young woman lean against him, without putting up too much of an argument against it.