*Dream 01
Warnings: Mild spoilers for Karneval, also mild headcanon.
Dream Effects: [Optional] A viewer will get a dual effect. On one side, anxiety, fear, annoyance and hope. On the other, cold amusement and bloodlust, and the patience of a predator stalking it’s prey. :|b
[It’s dark. It’s dark, and it’s cold. There’s nothing here but thorns. Some of them are blooming into roses…spots of blood red in a world of ash gray.
‘I’m scared…I don’t want to be here…’ Yogi shivers, watching the ash in the air float past, and tries to turn around...only to have arms wrap around him, and a very familiar voice whisper in his ear.
‘What are you afraid of? Isn’t it better to play?’
‘W-what…no…’ Yogi shakes his head, and steps away…he can see a light on the other side of the thorn bushes. Light, and color…
‘Don’t lie…you want to play. You want to destroy the Valga…right? Right? It’d be pleasing if they screamed~’
He remembers it too well, the feeling of going berserk, and Yogi has to close his eyes for a moment.
‘I don’t like fighting. And I have people I want to protect. Don’t come out again…’
‘You don’t sound confident~’ Yogi twitches a little in annoyance, but he doesn’t turn around, just keeps moving forward, pushing into a forest meadow-Niji Forest? Had to be, from the rainbows…
‘…I’m fine.’ Once he was in the meadow, he did turn around to look back at the thorns-only to see himself but for silver hair, eyes dead and uncaring, waving almost sweetly.
‘Oh, sure. But you won’t always be. I’ll be waiting to play again~’]
[Yogi rolls over, and picks up the dreamberry.]
...This is what they mean by recording, huh? Ahaha...
[He smiles a little, sheepish.] ...Sorry about that. [...Click!]
Dream Effects: [Optional] A viewer will get a dual effect. On one side, anxiety, fear, annoyance and hope. On the other, cold amusement and bloodlust, and the patience of a predator stalking it’s prey. :|b
[It’s dark. It’s dark, and it’s cold. There’s nothing here but thorns. Some of them are blooming into roses…spots of blood red in a world of ash gray.
‘I’m scared…I don’t want to be here…’ Yogi shivers, watching the ash in the air float past, and tries to turn around...only to have arms wrap around him, and a very familiar voice whisper in his ear.
‘What are you afraid of? Isn’t it better to play?’
‘W-what…no…’ Yogi shakes his head, and steps away…he can see a light on the other side of the thorn bushes. Light, and color…
‘Don’t lie…you want to play. You want to destroy the Valga…right? Right? It’d be pleasing if they screamed~’
He remembers it too well, the feeling of going berserk, and Yogi has to close his eyes for a moment.
‘I don’t like fighting. And I have people I want to protect. Don’t come out again…’
‘You don’t sound confident~’ Yogi twitches a little in annoyance, but he doesn’t turn around, just keeps moving forward, pushing into a forest meadow-Niji Forest? Had to be, from the rainbows…
‘…I’m fine.’ Once he was in the meadow, he did turn around to look back at the thorns-only to see himself but for silver hair, eyes dead and uncaring, waving almost sweetly.
‘Oh, sure. But you won’t always be. I’ll be waiting to play again~’]
[Yogi rolls over, and picks up the dreamberry.]
...This is what they mean by recording, huh? Ahaha...
[He smiles a little, sheepish.] ...Sorry about that. [...Click!]