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[Cruxian angels don't need to sleep save for what little the brain requires to keep functioning properly. Zelos is no exception to this rule and schedules one day a week to rest and recharge his mental faculties, having learned the hard way that not doing so meant losing precious control over his words, so Wednesday night finds him tucked away in bed, hair braided to keep it from tangling as he moves in the night.

But of course, as is usual for Vatheon, Tethe'alla's Chosen is not left in peace even to sleep.

The Dreamberry, as the SFCs had turned into this week, clicks on and broadcasts not the usual more angular features of the adult Zelos Wilder, but instead a young boy no more than seven...]

[The scene is one of a well tended rose garden, blossoms in full bloom and reaching for the sun in every sunset shade from the lightest pastel yellow to the deepest, almost purple-y red. The young Zelos sits in the shade of one of the bushes, plucking blades of grass from between his sprawled legs, bored and neglected. Mother had sent him away, Father was away again on "business" (and Zelos, being a bright child, is well aware of what sort of "business" his father attends to, the kind with simpering laughs and too much perfume...), and even Sebastian is too busy with matters of the household to play with him today. So he sits alone in the shade and tells his troubles to the roses...]

That funeral the other day... so I'm the Chosen, now? Why would they commit suicide? It's good, to be special. Everyone has to love you, then.

[The world is an ocean of whiteness and the young Zelos sinks halfway up his shins trying to run through it, leaving little divots behind to slowly be filled up by the falling snow. He spins happily, laughing and sticking his tongue out to catch snowflakes, kicking a spray of powder into the air in front of him and watching it float back down to earth. There's something magical about the world in white this way, something pure, and the young Chosen runs here and there across the garden as if it's an entirely new place, as if he'd never seen it before.

Finally he calms in his running around, whirling to face the figure behind him with a large smile, face flushed pink from exertion and the biting cold.]

Mother! Isn't it wonderful?! Let's make a snowman!

[In the waking world, the adult Zelos tosses in his sheets, unsettled by the depictions of his unconscious mind.]

((ooc: Please specify in the comment subject whether your character is responding in video or interacting with the dream! Hopefully it's clear but just in case... other characters can interact with bitty!Zelos in the first dream as they like. The second is for Zelda to respond to, but other characters are welcome to witness it as it unfolds and say something via SFC/Dreamberry if they so choose. I warn you Zelos might flip his shit about people seeing that though...))

Threaded | Flat

[To the Zelda in the dream, it seems perfectly natural for Zelos to call her "mother". She smiles and nods at his request, heading out after him placidly. It's a lovely day, though this much snow in Meltokio is almost unnatural. It sets her on edge. Even so, that's no reason to spoil Zelos's fun.]

Don't run too quickly, you'll slip and fall!

Edited 2012-04-25 21:35 (UTC)

What's soo-cide?

[The voice that comes from right behind Zelos is young, maybe younger than him. A little boy in a red shirt and dark shorts is standing there, looking at him with curiosity and childlike innocence.]

[He's seen the whole thing. Serph guesses Zelos is one of those people who prefers to keep things to himself, and Serph is never one to force people to speak when they don't wish to. However...]

The forest is quiet at this time. Would you like to join me?

[It takes him a few tries to gather up the courage and push himself forward through the grass and not just sit in a small heap across the garden - this place was strange, his sister and caretaker were not anywhere nearby, and the small blonde boy, close to the age of 5, looks like he may burst into tears at any moment.

But oh. Oh, there's another boy. A little older than him. Chattering to no one in particular in a soft tone of voice...

Zelos may hear the gentle shuffle of feet through the grass behind him as the younger boy approaches, hands grasping into his tunic tightly.]

Nnn... ah... [And he screws up his face a little - no, no, be brave!] ... why do you talk to the flowers?

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