Dhaos (
fistfullofmagic) wrote in
caughtinanetwork2013-02-11 12:49 am
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[video/dream] Backdated to the evening of 2/10
[Dhaos had managed to resist pressing a button throughout the week, if not avoid sleep entirely. To have others see a piece of his past firsthand once had been more than enough; so when the time came that he could resist the urge to give in to the curse, he could not bare to add his own pain to all that had been shown over the network the past week.
And so he chose to dream of a future that might never come to pass...]
--
[The dream begins with nothing more than a view of the sky and field of long grass, softly swaying in the breeze. The air is pleasantly warm, and smells rather distinctly of early summer. Soft humming can be heard from not far off.
Following the sound to its source will lead to a tall, almost regal looking man in a cloak whom some may recognize as Dhaos. He is perched on a low wall - closer inspection reveals that it was once part of a house - staring off into the distance at a castle clearly long abandoned.
The blond man speaks without turning around, having long since noticed that he has company.]
...Even in ruins, this place is beautiful, is it not? Although I suppose that none see my world quite as I do, so perhaps you do not agree.
--
[He lies there a few moments even after waking, doing nothing more than staring at the ceiling. Then, he sits up without a word, blank expression still firmly in place, and cuts the recording.]
((ooc: This is mostly meant as an interactive dream, although he can be talked with after he wakes up
And so he chose to dream of a future that might never come to pass...]
--
[The dream begins with nothing more than a view of the sky and field of long grass, softly swaying in the breeze. The air is pleasantly warm, and smells rather distinctly of early summer. Soft humming can be heard from not far off.
Following the sound to its source will lead to a tall, almost regal looking man in a cloak whom some may recognize as Dhaos. He is perched on a low wall - closer inspection reveals that it was once part of a house - staring off into the distance at a castle clearly long abandoned.
The blond man speaks without turning around, having long since noticed that he has company.]
...Even in ruins, this place is beautiful, is it not? Although I suppose that none see my world quite as I do, so perhaps you do not agree.
--
[He lies there a few moments even after waking, doing nothing more than staring at the ceiling. Then, he sits up without a word, blank expression still firmly in place, and cuts the recording.]
((ooc: This is mostly meant as an interactive dream, although he can be talked with after he wakes up

dream
What did it used to be?