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paradisalost2011-09-06 12:52 am
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Home Sweet Home?
[It was a small blessing to be in his own 'room' after the... well, horror might be to strong a word and it might not, but horror was the only thing to come to mind, of Felix's room. It gave him insights into his lover's mind he had not known and was not sure he felt comfortable knowing, if only because such information had been so harshly gleaned or for some other reason he could not admit.
But for the moment he could be put out of mind as he stood on the balcony of one of two palaces, looking down at the forest. It seemed his room had been transformed into a large, floating island in the sky, separated into three parts. Beneath his eyes, at the base of the island in the sea of stars, lay a vast forest - thick and lush, birds sometimes flittering above the boughs. Further up as where he stood now, in a palace supported in the boughs and trunk of a single, massive tree and into the back of the cliff behind it, dripping fines and waterfalls misting from it. And the last part, higher than the palace he stood in now, was the palace from the Castle of the Moon, darker than his, somehow more foreboding, shrouded in a partial mist he to often thought to be to red for his liking. He did not go up there, knowing what waited, and not wanting to relive it.
He turned away from the balcony, heading back inside the comfort of his home where tea waited and fruit and, in the corner, the way out.]
[ooc: The forest is Ashura's subconcious. The palace he is in now are his good memories and where the door to his room opens into. If you venture up into the higher castle, those are memories of war, so nothing pleasant. You can designate where you are/want to be and go from there. Have funs.]
But for the moment he could be put out of mind as he stood on the balcony of one of two palaces, looking down at the forest. It seemed his room had been transformed into a large, floating island in the sky, separated into three parts. Beneath his eyes, at the base of the island in the sea of stars, lay a vast forest - thick and lush, birds sometimes flittering above the boughs. Further up as where he stood now, in a palace supported in the boughs and trunk of a single, massive tree and into the back of the cliff behind it, dripping fines and waterfalls misting from it. And the last part, higher than the palace he stood in now, was the palace from the Castle of the Moon, darker than his, somehow more foreboding, shrouded in a partial mist he to often thought to be to red for his liking. He did not go up there, knowing what waited, and not wanting to relive it.
He turned away from the balcony, heading back inside the comfort of his home where tea waited and fruit and, in the corner, the way out.]
[ooc: The forest is Ashura's subconcious. The palace he is in now are his good memories and where the door to his room opens into. If you venture up into the higher castle, those are memories of war, so nothing pleasant. You can designate where you are/want to be and go from there. Have funs.]