dramatispersonae | ♫ turquoise ♫

♫ turquoise ♫

You're in a sumptuous room, with rich brocade in your team colors and fine appointments in copper and marble that should look bright and beautiful -- but everything is dusty and grey, with a furtive, abandoned air. This is a place that's been locked away for a long time. It feels as if it would be sad to linger here for long.

Fortunately (perhaps), after one good look at the room, you catch a brief, pained snatch of melody. Your vision goes dark, and you immediately find your mind somewhere else-- ♫

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You feel torn, conflicted. The person who (helped you? loved you as a teammate? received your favor? all three?) stands below you. Once upon a time, they stretched out their hand to you, and helped you in a way that fulfilled your nature. You knew you owed them something in return then, but you didn't think that they'd ask you for something so… different. So unlike you. Necessity breeds terrible choices.

There is a cage. There is someone in the cage. Your (teammate? friend?) is asking you to release them, by taking their place. It is the only way, and yet. You love them, and yet. Why are they asking this sacrifice of you?