[IC] I dreamed a dream in times gone by~

[cloakanddaikon]

A heart unfettered of its trappings draws the darkness to itself, creating a form fit to carry out the one true will of all the worlds.

[Between them, the hand still holding firm to Prussia's fist begins to glow, black and green.]

Shall I educate you on the methods by which hearts achieve that freedom?

((From the dream post))

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[dasschlechtende]

[sneering a bit as he leans in closer]

Here I thought I'm not worth the effort in your eyes.

[cloakanddaikon]

You could have said no.

[And around them, the library seems suddenly dimmer, the shadows longer, the smell of old books underwritten with something stale and damp. There's movement where there's nothing there to move, and outside the windows, there's the beat of gigantic wings, and a shadow large enough to block out the sky.]

[dasschlechtende]

Wouldn't've changed anything.

[can't help but to look toward the window out of the corner of his eye, taking in the change of the place, a sinking sensation going to his gut]

[cloakanddaikon]

[Snaps the fingers of his free hand, and a folded flag, showing nothing but black, appears in the air beside them.

It seems for a moment, that it should unfold to show a stripe of white-but instead, it's an unadorned panel of solid red. And gold, after that, as more folds come undone; the total length of the flag, as it hangs edge-down, higher than either of them is tall.]