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RE: she's still out there and the chasm grows; any - brigade - 08-22-2019 BRIGADE when I was a man I thought it ended when I knew love's perfect ache RE: she's still out there and the chasm grows; any - irisa - 08-27-2019 and the walls kept tumbling down in this city that we love Her face flushes hot when he calls her beautiful, and she looks away, afraid of how she might feel should she meet his gaze directly. But when she does look back and sees how his wings mimic hers, she smiles, laughs softly, her laughter enriched by his. It distracts from the strange world, the brief moment of honest joy, and she is overwhelmed with gratitude that he came through to join her in this strange world that is not of her making. She blinks when he replies to her question, taking it in a direction she hadn’t anticipated. She knows she can manipulate her own body here, but his? (She tries not to dwell too much on the thought of his body. The smooth red skin, the velvet antlers, the ever-changing wings --) “I-…I can try.” She reaches her mind out to him again, unsure how to begin such a process. She is not inside his mind, after all, it’s not like when she’s manipulated her own body, where she could feel the way her body changed. She senses something, tries to grasp it, but it flits away. So, just as she put him to sleep, she reaches out, again touching him, thinking maybe it will be easier to manipulate this way, or maybe she just wants and excuse to touch him. It is easier, this way. She imagines fur growing, teeth sharpening, body shrinking. She pulls the feeling into her own body, mirroring, and their limbs contort, bodies changing, from equine to canine, she blinks and her vision’s changed, forward now, and the world is alive in a thousand scents she had no idea existed. She laughs, delighted at the new sensory world, delighted that it worked – indeed, for both of them, for through her wolf-eyes she sees a red wolf before her. “Come on,” she says, shifting her weight, feeling her claws sink into the dirt, “I’ll show you the river.” Irisa tarnished x heartworm RE: she's still out there and the chasm grows; any - brigade - 09-02-2019 BRIGADE when I was a man I thought it ended when I knew love's perfect ache RE: she's still out there and the chasm grows; any - irisa - 09-08-2019 and the walls kept tumbling down in this city that we love She moves at a run, on different limbs, but the gait’s similar enough. The world has erupted in new scents, things her equine senses had not been privy to. She can smell the forest all around her, the scent-trails of the animals that had been there before. She can smell the river, too, long before they come to it, a fresh scent that she cannot quite describe. They spill out from the depths of the forest to the river’s edge, two rangy, wild things. The river itself is exquisite – of course it is, everything here is, mother built it that way, and Irisa has only begun to learn how to change it. The river crashes over rocks, and diamonds, a gluttony of magnificence that could not exist in the real world. The water itself is crystalline, and Irisa is rocketed with the memory of the water – she’d played in it, as a child, it had burst cool and sweet on her tongue, splashed against her legs and belly. (Heartworm had never let her go too deep. Even in a land of her own making, caution clutched her by the throat.) She halts by its edge, her strange paws sinking into the soft earth. She risks a glance at him – he seems at home, in this body, and she wishes she could give it to him as a more permanent thing, but her powers only exist here. In waking, she is all but useless. Still – they have this. She will give him this, and whatever else he might ask for. She realizes this and something inside of her aches, and she forces her gaze back to the river, to the things that sparkle and shine beneath the water. “We came here often,” she says, the words a bit slow – she’s still adjusting to this lengthened jaw, the sharpness of the teeth in her mouth – “I always thought it beautiful. She made sure most things were beautiful.” She doesn’t remember a time when they weren’t. She only knows the dreamworld as it is – she was not present when it decayed, as her mother’s world fell apart. She only knows the beauty of it. “It fits you,” she says, then, because she has looked to him again, his crimson fur, his gleaming fangs, “being a wolf, I mean.” Irisa tarnished x heartworm RE: she's still out there and the chasm grows; any - brigade - 09-08-2019 BRIGADE when I was a man I thought it ended when I knew love's perfect ache RE: she's still out there and the chasm grows; any - irisa - 09-20-2019 and the walls kept tumbling down in this city that we love “Lonely, yes,” she agrees, but the loneliness isn’t so much what bothers her. She is used to loneliness, it has been a near-constant companion since she left her mother, broken only by brief meetings with strangers whose paths she had not crossed again – save for him. A sole connection in the loneliness, but this is not something she shares, as it is a weighty thing, and she knows he bears enough. “It’s not mine, though,” she says, “I come here, and it is as mother left it. And I think she’ll return, and she doesn’t. If I change things – break them, mostly – they’re the same when I come back. I don’t know how to change it. Or how to make my own kingdom.” She doesn’t know if that’s what her wants. She knows the lure of the dreamworld, where one can be a god – or a wolf – and she knows how it drove mother to madness. Why suffer at all in the waking world when a dream kingdom waits? It’s tempting, and dangerous – a drug, bright and bursting on the tongue. Perhaps it is for the best that she does not know how to build her own world, only to inhabit this one. “Of course,” she says, warmed by his gratefulness, by the fact she has been able to give him something, “anytime you wish.” Irisa tarnished x heartworm |