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 Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2024 10:16 pm
Characters: Jamal and Menodora
Prompt: Dreaming really is best done with a friend.
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2024 10:18 pm
   Jamal watched Menodora’s fair face turn red, the stars in her eyes shining brightly before she hid them away behind glittering eyelashes. There was a whisper of sensation as her hands settled over his, but it was far away, as far as home, and he had no right to mourn as she pulled away to summon a mirror.
The smooth glass at first reflected the street as his friend explained her purpose here: a spirit meant to guide him back to the waking realm. Either she was a trick of Niat Qatila’s, or Shifa had finally smiled down upon him in spite of his lack of prayers. With his luck, it was far more likely to be the former, with her shimmering form the mirage to draw him further from reality.
He found he didn’t mind the thought.
The world around him shattered and reformed into a new road leading up to home, golden and welcoming, and a strange nostalgia moved up his chest to grip at his heart.
“Would you allow me to accompany you?”
Menodora offered her hand, and Jamal only hesitated for a moment before taking it, his smile small.
"How else would you guide me?"
This was just a dream, after all.
Her hand was a ghost in his, but there was comfort in knowing it was there, that he could hold it without the weight of society bearing down on him. He led the way, the walk to the palace feeling as though it took an age and but a mere moment all at once. The doors of the gate stood open, bereft of the guards that would have stood here, and he stopped before them, gazing contemplatively up at the bright red paint that gleamed in the sunlight.
"Must I wake, Meno?" he wondered, unsure if he said so with his mouth or with his silence.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬location ❂ Within the Dreaming accompanying ❂ Menodora
wearing ❂ casual wear
ooc ❂
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2024 7:50 am
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxℓє∂gє ι'м σи вαвуxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxρℓєαѕє ∂σи'т ѕαу уσυ ℓσνє мє ☪
( 胸がはち切れそうで ) ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ "How else would you guide me?"
This took her by surprise. Menodora’s mind began to wander and there was a sadness that pulled at her chest. She took his hand and it was warm, a stark contrast to the cold sharp stinging in her heart. The two of them had started to move, but she slowed momentarily. Though a gentle smile remained her eyes seemed to stare off into the distance. Meno turned her head slightly still looking at the palace. Her gaze set, “Sir Jamal, there is always a choice. Though our paths may seem predetermined, I hope you never feel as though you cannot.” She turned slightly to look at him in the eyes. “I hope that you get to choose the destiny you deserve, and I’m sure Meno would fight to the end to give that to you.”
The Luna princess realized she had began to ramble though and snapped back to the situation at hand. Still holding onto the prince’s hand she guided him through the streets. As the two went through she asked questions and got to spend some quality time with him. This is all she wanted. Time with a friend, where she didn’t have to be on. There is so often that she found herself having to maintain the presence of being befit to the matriarch of Luna. She knew that this was her duty, but the pressure of having some find out what she was could sometimes be unbearable. Meno was a living lie, so being able to experience the idea of just existing without the constraints of royalty, family, or her body was refreshing.
But per the norm, this was only a dream. Reality would never be this kind. How lucky we are to be so unlucky.
The two of them reached the gates of the castle the red walls were a beacon to the surrounding tan. It was quite the sight, though she was not sure if this was the way that it looked in the waking world the imagery that Jamal had incorporated was something to behold. As the two stood in the midst of the gates she heard Jamal say something lowly.
"Must I wake, Meno?"
There was once again the sting, that this dream would be ending soon and she’d have to return to reality. The waking world could be so cruel. Here she could just exist with him, and for the first time in her entire life, she felt as though that might be enough. Meno’s eyes sparkled, but not from the usual starlights that were usually dancing inside them. A tear rolled down her cheek as she blinked, floating off her skin, turning into a sparkle that floated off in the desert wind.
How silly, to be sad over a dream. She thought to herself smiling gently as she turned back to Jamal. “Sir Jamal, though this dreamscape may be at it’s end,” She released his hand against her better judgement. “I feel as though this guide will return if you will it.” The princess held her hand out in front of her cupping them together in front of her chest. Starlight formed and sparkled in the center, joining together to form a strand of fiber. At it’s end was a an opalescent bivalve seashell.
Menodora stepped towards him and tied the shell around his neck. It glowed with the hues of the milky way. “This shell extends past the barriers of the dreamscapes. Anytime you return to this realm this will appear. This will be your beacon.” She raised a hand and rested it on his cheek. Once more her palm was met with a warmth that she dared not want to break away from, “I will find you, protect you, and guide you home.”
This was one skill that she had learned in her youth traversing the dreamscapes. If you splinter a piece of yourself you can leave a trail in whatever world you’ve entered. Though her summoning worked a bit differently, if she did wish to return to she could leave a piece of herself with them. She used them a lot like breadcrumbs in her previous adventures.
The princess pulled her hand away from his face and let her arms rest in front of her. Her hand holding the other as she stepped back. “I suppose this is where we part ways,”
____out of concubines: ooc goes here. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ____ᴍᴇɴᴏᴅᴏʀᴀ sᴛᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ☁ ʟᴜɴᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss
‼ 〖 location: jamal's dreamscape 〗 〖 company: jamal 〗 〖 outfit/hair 〗
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