"What is one nightmare and one fantasy you've had?" ((Non-smutty~ and everyone was surprised))
MUSE IS UNDER TRUTH SERUM FOR ONE HOUR. ASK ME ANYTHING.NOTHING IS OFF LIMITS AND EVERYTHING MUST BE ANSWERED.
˪♛˥ — ; — ❝ Nightmare… eh? ❞ The girl pauses, considers for a moment, “I’ve had many. More than my fair share, honestly.”
"I used to dream often of my parents, my… past. But then they began to occur less often. I’ve come to terms with what has happen in the past, but what I fear more is the future. Even a powerful queen can’t sit on her throne of pawns forever… and even the faithful watchdog will one day doubtlessly be kicked aside, heartlessly, by its mistress.
"But that day will come as it will. I have nothing to say, as I have sat on that throne and fought my fights as queen and watchdog. What I fear is of one day degrading myself to be the pawn, maneuvered by others in their petty games.
"I have a nightmare these days… I am floating, almost floating in air, with only a blank void around me. Then, I gradually become aware that I am less floating than hung. Suspended by wires. And then, I’ll begin to move, dancing. And you know I abhor dancing, but none of it is by my own volition. I am… the puppet. Dancing to some unseen master’s whims. It is truly terrible.”
Celia’s hands suddenly stopped clutching at her skirts when her words stopped. The blood began to flow again, and her previously whitened knuckles were now pale and blotchy, but a small smile appeared, finally.
"As for fantasies, I don’t have those quite as often. But I used to be a fanciful sort of child, I remember. Imaginative- idiotic, really. Would you believe it? I used to want to be a pirate, once upon a time. Dreams of adventures and treasures and dashing young men used to be so attractive to a sickly, dreamy child." •