#v. | as if you were inside out; inverted against your purpose. | ( cursed. )
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verse tag dump? we'll think of more eventually.
toss him in a ball and yeet it down the stairs just to see what happens-
v. - verse sv. - ship verse (whenever i think of them)
will i use these reliably? ...an effort will be made.
#v. | the pride of dreams unchecked. | preseries.#v. | time moves no faster for one such as i. | fawney rig.#v. | eldritch creature locked to one shade: fear. | nightmare of the endless.#v. | what once was dreamt is now inert. | gomens.#v. | they dream of peace. they dream of order. | asscreed.#v. | infinite kaleidoscopic fractals two degrees to the left. | marvel.#v. | as if you were inside out; inverted against your purpose. | ( cursed. )
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this individual's kindness is a soother. a balm for an anxious mind unaccustomed to being so LIMITED ( not that said mind realises such is the problem. there simply is frustration when he cannot recall what he feels he should; even now Dream allows grace to all but himself ). " thank you... " gratitude spoken with warmth the other likely had not heard in eons for the impediment of PRIDE.
though his very structure was so abysmally human now, it still remembered - perhaps at the most cosmic level - how to see beyond the veil. the air is stained crimson - wavering a disorienting undulation enough that the (former?) endless looks away from such, and back into those hawk-yellow eyes.
" i remember... that there is something i should be doing. that i have a task- but when i try to recall what it may be... it falls like sand through my fingers. " the very nature of HIMSELF was an impediment; memories like so much dreamstuff fading the more he attempted to grasp it. surely a divina comedia should there ever be one.
in any case, he attempts to recall anything that would be of comfort as he takes the offered seat-- remembering a fondness for athenian wines; though he can't recall WHY such was favoured. " i would not oppose a greek vintage- though i have nothing to pay you with. "
DREAM'S APPEARANCE IN THEIR lounge is almost 𝚄𝙽𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙳 of, & the sight of sibling sends a thrill of equal amounts dread & excitement up desire's spine. they make their way through the crowd effortlessly, people parting at their very presence, until they reach where he's looking around, clearly not in a place he should be, by his everything & the everything surrounding him. delicate brows arch as he returns their greeting with even more 𝚄𝙽𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 revelation, & they have to take a moment to process that he doesn't know them. the thought is exhilarating, & worryingly so. they know all their siblings would chide them for taking advantage ―
& yet, they lean towards the opportunity, knowing that it might be the 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 chance they have to get an amicable-seeming dream in this state.
❝ you don't have to leave, then. you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. ❞ their voice is low, sultry, though not meaning to be -- simply a reflection of their essence. the light that surrounds them is slightly 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳, a red haze filling in the blanks, & they wonder if he can see it, even in whatever state sibling seems to be in. ❝ come, why don't you take a seat. do you care for a drink ? we have whatever could suit your fancy. ❞ they gesture to the lavish seating just next to where they're both standing. ❝ you say you're trying to remember ? well, what exactly 𝙳𝙾 you remember ? ❞ it can't all be a blank slate, can it ? what were the chances ?
#saturnmused#saturnmused | desire of the endless tbt.#v. | as if you were inside out; inverted against your purpose. | ( cursed. )#ic.#// grats desire! he's not (as much of) a dick!#// also can i just say i love how you format.
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breath shudders in lungs that never before had need for it; a curse of mortality decimating the divine. the autonomous function was an utterly bizarre sensation, yet he could not place WHY that was. he knew there was something he was supposed to be doing... and that he just needed to get there.
several cafes had been entered and discarded; an aimless journey with no set destination his guide. yet it is the LOUNGE to finally bring him a wave of familiarity- a crown shaded the ghost of wheat akin to a beacon to stormcloud eyes. he follows them; unsure what to even say once he gets there.
he is saved a stumble by their address, though the way they scrutinize him screams anxiety up his spine and into the backs of his eyes. --- WHY?
" i-... do not know why, but you are... familiar to me. i do not... desire to leave. " indeed, the suddenly human endless desires, inversely, to STAY. " i am trying to remember... well. EVERYTHING. "
❝ TO WHAT DO I owe the pleasure of your company ? ❞ the endless is all cheshire—cat—like smiles, accompanied by a sharp look in golden gaze ; the likes of which scrutinizes other almost too eagerly. ❝ no need to look so nervous, darling. you can leave just as easily as you came. it is as you desire. ❞
#// i went: what if amnesia+human curse. and here we are~.#v. | as if you were inside out; inverted against your purpose. | ( cursed. )#saturnmused#saturnmused | desire of the endless tbt.#ic.
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