It tilts its head a little, watching from the distance where Jacinda was perched. Well, Albtraum would be no judge to habits--drink, no drink. It made little impression either way. It was interested in dreams; in hopes and fears, longings and regrets. And what one dreams of tells far stronger a story of that person; what one fears, one keeps hidden away--even more telling.
Albtraum lifts from its place, fingers clawing briefly at maybe fabric or maybe it was just adjusting itself. Who can tell, really? That dress certainly doesn't act like a dress would. Has a damn mind of its own. But the creature's saunter is slow and its eyes avert from Jacinda the closer it gets. It peers about the patrons of the bar until it seats itself, and in the dim light a wet streak of red comes tumbling down the cracked white cheek.
"Do you wish for a home?" Deep and airy like a hush.
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It tilts its head a little, watching from the distance where Jacinda was perched. Well, Albtraum would be no judge to habits--drink, no drink. It made little impression either way. It was interested in dreams; in hopes and fears, longings and regrets. And what one dreams of tells far stronger a story of that person; what one fears, one keeps hidden away--even more telling.
Albtraum lifts from its place, fingers clawing briefly at maybe fabric or maybe it was just adjusting itself. Who can tell, really? That dress certainly doesn't act like a dress would. Has a damn mind of its own. But the creature's saunter is slow and its eyes avert from Jacinda the closer it gets. It peers about the patrons of the bar until it seats itself, and in the dim light a wet streak of red comes tumbling down the cracked white cheek.
"Do you wish for a home?" Deep and airy like a hush.