♫ turquoise ♫

[dramatispersonae]

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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[dramatispersonae]

You enter the cage with fear clogging your throat; the person in the cage steps out at the same moment, not looking at you. They cross the floor away from the cage, to your loved one. You feel a sick, tearing, violent sense of disappointment: you thought (or at least hoped) that they loved you too. That they loved you more than the person in the cage -- or at least loved you both enough to find another way.

The bars seem to close in around you, cramped and claustrophobic, cutting off your air. You cannot bear this. You literally can't; that is who you are. Your loved one has asked too much. You have to get out of here or die -- and will you die like this, even if it is them? When they are trying to sacrifice you?

The cage door isn’t all the way closed yet. It’s not too late.

Re: second

[hakutaku]

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[UH . . . ]

Re: second

[screwthatnoise]

[WOW YES THERE IS A STRONG DESIRE TO KICK THAT CAGE DOOR]

Re: second

[friend_request]

[ but maybe grab the cage door to force it open?? ]