get a load of THIS: early morning, overcast, rain against the window, a dull glow through the blinds, rose awake but not willing to leave the bed where she lays on her back with dave’s leg thrown over her thighs, and dave’s arm thrown over her chest, and dave’s head pressed against her shoulder with his bangs tickling her collarbone
rose: leads dave blindfolded through a wreath of greyed, shadowed wood, long past its verdant era, the trees ancient and towering and solid in contrast to their pale, flickering forms, like wraiths in the night, passing soon into the depths of a winding cave, dark as pitch, where she finds her way with otherworldly grace, never stumbling, never faltering, never hesitating in the labyrinth of tunnels that lead down, down, into vast plutonian realms until they reach a luminescent, scintillating river of souls and she steers the ferry across, past the guardian beasts and withered old crones with their strings of fate and long, sharp scissors, through the fields of asphodel where the inhabitants spare them a half-hearted glance and nothing else, and at the end of it all she sits upon a frozen throne of onyx and amethyst, before an abyss where even gods refuse to tread, and dons a crown of the purest silver
she speaks with a siren’s voice, in sonorous tones, and asks if he would like to be her knight?
Another ill-fated old SAI experiment! :D/ Rose and Dave have the kind of sibling-y relationship and banter that just pulls all my feels and earns all my love. Their chat shortly before the End of Act 5, oh my goodness, I hadn’t had my heartstrings plucked and tortured that badly in a long time.
I’m just uploading old shit in an effort to put off doing productive stuff, don’t mind me. :>
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