enters an actual nightmare

[albtraum]

It walks with a shadowy grace; a slow waltz with it's head hung low and black tresses of hair flowing over it's cracked white face. A lullaby vibrating quietly in it's throat. Inky black drifts and rolls down its body, trailing along the floor. It seems... surprisingly shy. Avoiding eyes that cast its way. Wandering in times of light causes Albtraum to be more cagey than usual.

Though after some time of dodging in and out of doorways, and dark corners, and any or all sorts of nooks and crannies, it long last manifests in a tavern corner. Oh, because it remembers the introduction and the request, the question. Simply, it was stewing.

"Good evening," a heavily accented voice, deep baritone smooth and piercing as aged whiskey. Eyes look outward and head tips up toward nowhere in particular. "What brings you back to a feeling of home?"

(ooc: will do brackets or prose. info here. Still fleshing it out.)

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The word makes Jacinda feel defensive, and zie mutters, "Maybe."

But why lie, and to a being that's seen a thousand thousand tales of heartbreak written over the ages? What does it care that Jacinda was silly enough to hope, once upon a time?

Zie sighs, and folds zir arms on the tabletop in a defensive posture, not looking at Albtraum as zie says, "He could have been home, I think. But I lost my chance. Too scared to ask, and then everything changed. The ways shifted and no one's been back since. I've waited."

[albtraum]

'Maybe' warrants a warm chuckle as it shifts in its chair. Yes, it knew many tales but it knew heartbreak personally, too. The burning heart does not care for logic or reasoning. It dreams as it wants to for as long as it wants to.

As Jacinda speaks, it watches. It watches a moment before lifting a finger to tap upon the table. A nail dragged along the wood, whimsical designs. Its eyes have fallen to the invisible patterns, quietly humming a song while the other spoke.

"Do they love me? Am I enough? I have heard these questions from children too young to be wondering them." And it is not the same kind of love, but the base emotions remain the same. "Into young ones experiencing their first love, and to adults who fear their love is fading, to the old ones who have lost it."

Those clawed nails move inward to a thick scar upon it's chest. Right where a heart might be. "It wants what it wants. So will you keep dreaming?" And waiting.

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

'Do they love me? Am I enough?'-- both questions that Jacinda has asked many times. And there were some dark times that zie was certain the answer to both was 'no'.

Jacinda's eyes are drawn to that scar on the creature's chest, and zie wonders... was this always a 'creature', or... someone else? But the question it asks silences the one on zir tongue.

"I think... that I need to do a little bit more than dream. My own world is behind some of the ones I know of... it was only just 1999 there, when I left." Jacinda considers long held worries and the suggestions of friends zie hasn't seen in a long time. "I could find somewhere further along, somewhere that's better about transitioning... he wanted to help me regain the right body anyway, so he'd be happy for me... if he ever came back."

It feels like a better answer than wallowing in regret, for one thing.

[albtraum]

Tales from days so long ago, but not ones that it would refuse to share at some point. It simply listens for now-- most of these concepts are meaningless to Albtraum. Time, and it presumes hopefully correctly, gender. It tracks and pays attention to neither of these things.

Though it enjoys stories, and so it inquires further. "Humankind puts so much importance on these things," a nail gestures to Jacinda's person, "Will you?" Find a better time, and place, that was.

(ooc: hey just wanna say thank you, by the way! For helping me flesh out this character. I've learned a lot about it during this thread and gained a lot of inspiration so I appreciate this!!! )

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

In liminal spaces like these, concepts of time (and yes, gender) get blurred. But it's the various 'real' worlds that really care, maybe because whatever natural laws govern them are so strong there, not weak and malleable as within these in-between places.

"People love to sort and categorize, though. Impose a little order on the chaos that is life." Jacinda chuckles, and recites a few lines from a song, "I'd store it in boxes, with little yellow tags on every one..." though zie doesn't actually sing.

"Will I? Find a new world to settle in?" Jacinda rests zir chin on a hand, using the other hand to trace a random pattern on the tabletop (mirroring Albtraum without really thinking about it, really). "I think so. I'm a man of action, and I've been idle long enough. If I wanted to stay in one place forever, I could have suffocated in my grave."

[[OOC: I'm so glad that this thread helped you too! Thank YOU for your character giving Jacinda the kick in the pants to progress their storyline, because it's been a while.]]

[albtraum]

Albtraum hums, eyes peering up occasionally to watch the fingers dance along wood. Things were as they pleased to be in places like this, of which there were more than many knew. Though it has quite a few thoughts on the matter it isn't sure whether philosophical discussions were part of the menu tonight.

Instead, it slowly nods to itself. That last statement paints a lovely image. It's head lifts and its eyes look up in dreamy thought. The darkness of four six-foot walls of dirt. Welcoming her cold embrace. Smothered by it until the light goes out. It could live there forever in that cold and dark place. It thinks, though, Jacinda cannot.

So it's "Sehr gut," that it says. "And that in this a hope I do not visit you too often."

( ooc: Oh, you're so welcome! Now I've got a better picture of its history and personality. A shame though, I probably would have gone about some replies differently now HAHAHA. Such is the way it goes! )

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Muses always have a way of surprising us. But that's the fun, I think! I mean, Jacinda's over here going "well, I made a friend" and I'm like "with a nightmare, good job." XD ]]

Jacinda definitely could not live there forever -- and the statement was far more literal than most might think. There are scars on zir hands where splinters of coffin wood embedded in zir knuckles, where desperate fingertips were shredded by dirt as zie dug upward with rapidly diminishing air. The memories have been a frequent feature of zir nightmares.

Jacinda nods at Albtraum's words, and gives a genuine little smile. Surely it is going to move on -- after all, the Nexus is full of interesting people to talk to. Zie leans back in zir chair, gives a casual little salute, and says, "Bis später."

[albtraum]

If only it knew the full story. What a special treat it was to return from Death's grasp. To envision that struggle, the panic, the pain. Perhaps another time. For now, indeed it was time to move along. Not without a pleased sound as it's body slowly lifted, "Aah, sehr gut!"

Truth be told, when speaking to those not of its home it sometimes doesn't even notice its native tongue slipping out. Nevertheless, it smiled and bowed its head. "Auf Wiedersehen, mein Freund."

( ooc: Who doesn't love to have a nightmare as a friend!! Thanks for the thread. Feel free to bother us on our open post or on any memes you see us around in <3. We'll do the same! )