♫ amethyst ♫

[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're flying through the forest, elemental and free, untouched by anything human. Your song is the guide that all birds follow to the sky when the cage door is opened, and your light is the light that all wild things see by at night. You feed on golden apples when you hunger and close your eyes without coming to earth when it's time to sleep. What could be better? Nothing can touch you like this, but part of you wants something more.

In one life, you get it: you're caught and released, and the bond of affection and the favor you give in exchange is enough to give you a tie to earth that nurtures you instead of binds you. You can feel the shape of that life around you, warm as an embrace, waiting for you to step into it --

But this is not that life. The arms around you now aren't comforting. You've been caught, and whatever has caught you is not letting you go quite fast enough to satisfy you. You shriek and shriek, burning their flesh and clawing free, but you can still feel the bruising imprint of those arms across your feathers.

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[idkmybffnirvash]

[h-holding herself]

Hide. I should hide.

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[oedipuswreck]

[jerks, startled, struggling for a moment before going still again]

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[stigmateyes]

[ Part of him knows something about this isn't right, especially with his newest acquired power. But it's hard to reason through that with such a crushing hold. ]

Hey, let go!

[ Trying to punch whatever's holding him. ]