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genessia2014-05-11 10:25 pm
gorgeous_sin) wrote in genessia2014-05-11 10:25 pm
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No, That's Not Me Anymore
WHO: Lust, OPEN
WHAT: A homunculus typically does not sleep, and thus, doesn't dream. But this week, Lust does exactly that, and appears as a fragment of who she once was. Want to see Lust being sweet and motherly to break your brain? Here you go.
WHEN: May 11, 2014 - Evening
WHERE: Lust's Apartment - Dream World
Ishbala is usually hot, but in the winter months, the temperature is cool and pleasant. The trees are green, there's grass and a little bit of foliage, and the nights are fragrant with exotic flowers. They'd been her favorite, long ago.
When she was human.
Dreamers would be drawn to the modest, squat square house of white stone. Maybe it was the smell of a spicy stew wafting from the carved windows, tended to by a beautiful woman with olive skin and dark eyes, waves of dark brown curls tumbling to her waist. Her dress was loose and comfortable, a deep violet color slashed with white and black patterns. A shawl hung loosely just below her shoulders and wrapped around her arms as she stirred a bubbling pot with a wooden spoon. Knock on the door, and it opens on its own.
The woman lifts her head with a warm and kindly smile. "Welcome back. I trust your day went well?"
WHAT: A homunculus typically does not sleep, and thus, doesn't dream. But this week, Lust does exactly that, and appears as a fragment of who she once was. Want to see Lust being sweet and motherly to break your brain? Here you go.
WHEN: May 11, 2014 - Evening
WHERE: Lust's Apartment - Dream World
Ishbala is usually hot, but in the winter months, the temperature is cool and pleasant. The trees are green, there's grass and a little bit of foliage, and the nights are fragrant with exotic flowers. They'd been her favorite, long ago.
When she was human.
Dreamers would be drawn to the modest, squat square house of white stone. Maybe it was the smell of a spicy stew wafting from the carved windows, tended to by a beautiful woman with olive skin and dark eyes, waves of dark brown curls tumbling to her waist. Her dress was loose and comfortable, a deep violet color slashed with white and black patterns. A shawl hung loosely just below her shoulders and wrapped around her arms as she stirred a bubbling pot with a wooden spoon. Knock on the door, and it opens on its own.
The woman lifts her head with a warm and kindly smile. "Welcome back. I trust your day went well?"
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Something inside of her was growing excited at the possibility that he might have real power. But the reaction faded swiftly enough as she became lost in her dream once more.
"You don't feel lonely?"
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