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(last updated: 1/25/19)

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[ Zaveid's room is less of a room and more of an open space, wide and beautiful, covered in yellow flowers. It's a landscape that seems to stretch out for miles and miles and miles, rocks and hilly parts decorating everywhere the eye can see. In front of you is a simple grave, barely decorated with just a few flowers growing in front of it; there's a black coat draped over the shape of the gravestone, fluttering in the wind, catching the breeze under the thick leather.

To the left is a wall, climbable, and if you go up and up to reach the top there's nothing but the expanse of a field decorated with dotted flowers, daisies the most obvious. Behind him is what seems to be a miniature fireplace with a small cooking pot resting over the top. Going over and interacting with it at all will playback memories of what seems like a small family - a woman, with long hair and something about her that seems effortless like the wind; three children, running around with her, and a familiar figure with silver hair tied up out of his way. Memories come in short, sharp bursts: playing, the man bringing home a surprised pair of chefs to cook for the children, taking care of them, tucking them in, telling them stories - and then, finally, leaving them with two humans, a promise to come back, money pressed into hands, sadness in his eyes before he turns and walks away with a wave over his shoulder.

To one side there's what appears to be a cave with a makeshift room inside of it. Lining the walls are shelves with a series of items; a beaded bracelet and necklace coloured with different greens, the colour of the wind; what seems to be a circlet of some kind that glimmers silver-blue in the light; to one side there's a glove and a gun. Sitting innocently. Hanging up in the corner is a purple jacket; anyone who's seen Zaveid at all will recognise the hat perched on top.

Outside, in the background, there's another echo, another memory, of what is definitely Zaveid with someone smaller, someone who seems to growl and shout at him even as he laughs, small with silver hair and a serious attitude.

If anyone dares approach the grave the sky above gets darker and darker. The flowers in front of the carefully placed stones seem to rot. Everything goes grey and dim and the sun seems to completely disappear - the ground seems to almost glow purple. If they reach out and touch the grave then the scene shifts and changes completely. There is nothing but purple and the feeling of not being able to move, not being able to get far enough away, of panic and fear and uncertainty.

There's a scream, and it takes a moment to realise it's coming from your mouth, and the image of the dragon flicks and shifts - sometimes it's a brown colour, sometimes more beautiful, sometimes blue. No matter what colour it appears, there's no escaping it, no running away, and eventually all that remains is the feeling of collapsing and passing out, only to wake up back in the center again.

No matter which way a visitor goes, once they're done with whatever part they see there feels like there's a way to escape. It feels almost like disappearing, becoming more like a spirit than anything else, and giving into the feeling is what frees them - and that is how they leave Zaveid's room, like it or not. ]

Edited 2019-01-21 17:51 (UTC)

[As if in defiance, Sorey approaches the grave. Even when the weight begins to press down on him, begins to sink his shoes into the earth, Sorey still approaches. He drops to his knees in front of the grave-

And bows.

Forehead to the backs of his hands, Sorey murmurs into the dust beneath him,]

I promise I'll find a way to bring him back, Zavied. As many of them as I can.

[ The malevolence is all Eizen - there's no denying that - the memory of the mountainside thick with the power and horror of it all. There's whispers of Silva, of Theodora, of the others that Zaveid has met, but the grave, at heart, is a memory of the lover Zaveid had lost twice.

He appears at Sorey's side, not sitting yet, arms crossed - not young this time, but looking much like his usual self. ]

I dunno if that's possible, but I want to believe you, y'know.

[Sorey pushes himself back up to his knees, hands still folded atop his legs.] I know. [The promise isn't just for Zaveid, and neither is the mourning, but he already knows that.] It's okay; you don't need to force yourself. I'll bring them back and then, you can just be pleasantly surprised.

[ Zaveid's eyes watch him, almost staring at him - through him - before he breathes out softly. The wind curls around them like an embrace and Zaveid accepts it, doesn't pause, letting it soften the features of his face.

Then, leaning forward, he reaches and pokes Sorey's side. ]

What happens when both Dezel and Eizen come back and kick my ass for being with them both?

'cause it's better than nothing

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