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 Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 12:55 am
 ☆Contents☆
In a world of magic and wonder, one girl travels through two different world. Between the waking and sleeping world she lives...a child of two world, a princess of them both. Join her adventures in the world between, a world where the laws don't apply to her anymore.☆Credits☆
Dorian - Mariana Saravan
Nathaniel - Anonanimal
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 1:29 am
Envy and Avarice  xxxxxDorian looked around at the rather empty dream scape. It wasn't dark, actually, it was rather...blah. No imagination in fact, it felt empty. This could not be the person she had meant to find. No, it was definitely not. This dreamscape, this person's reality was empty...apathetic. Whoever it was much have been a very sad individual indeed.
When was the last time she'd miss-stepped into anothers' dream?
"Well now, who would own this land around me?" Dorian called out smoothly as she brushed some of her long golden hair out of her eyes.
She moved through the land, the ground as gray and...flat as anything she'd ever seen. This person truly must not have had an active imagination. It was a pity...such a sad waste of the mind. She must have to find a way to add something in there.
Dorian bent down to the ground as she tried to keep an open mind to who's mind she was currently visiting and taking a form in. Her hand trailed, and even as she brought her hand up...nothing. This place was drastically empty. Dorian closed her mental eyes and thought, concentraited. It took an obscene amount of effort, of her own imagination, to bring forth even the basic small flower patch that was underneath her. And most of that was just grass...
She had to wonder how this was going to affect the person's mental state that she was in. Sometimes it did things, othertimes not...when she infused a bit of her own imagination to theirs. It just all depended on the person.
And now she really wanted to save her small flower patch from all this blah and nothingness.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 2:17 am
 Well, this was certainly rather…different. Generally, the realm of sleep was much more void than…this, whatever this truly was. That being said, this plane in itself was rather empty…but it was at least inhabitable. Usually when Nathaniel slept, his mind was a slate which had been wiped clean of any thought, plan or memory. Recollections of the day were stowed away for later, and didn’t bring forth any imprints which might drift about his mind, or form dreams. His mind, when asleep, was essentially a receding tide.
But this was something entirely more…tangible. More lively (not that that would be saying much), more descriptive, more real. Glacial hues emerged from wisps, taking on a more physical form, one which circumvented to form what was the prince’s usual stature. A set of strong hands spread outwards to smooth out the front of his tunic, head moving hitherto to gather his bearings. What sort of strange sorcery was this? His head fell to the hilt of his shoulder, expression growing inquisitive until his eyes sought to find the form standing amidst the only patch of color about the entire landscape he had created for them.
The prince’s mouth twitched, but not into a smile, and not into a frown either. It was merely a brief gesture of recognition; Dorian. Though not someone he’d had the opportunity to ever truly meet in person, word of mouth and written script had informed him of the woman’s status, and of what she was.
”I do hope you have a viable reason for this…intrusion.” The man muttered, taking a step towards the woman and studying the thing she’d created with only the barest hint of concern about his features; something about her further intrusion sent movements akin to chills up the base of his spine…but he shook it off without hindrance, eyes turning upwards to find the woman’s face; to note in full her appearance, which was aesthetically pleasing, but couldn’t truly phase him.
Then, with a sweep of his hands, the man ventured to create something which might seem more hospitable…though, since he wasn’t keen on being creative in instances such as this, they merely found themselves in the Solarium room of the castle, their figures suddenly overcast by numerous budding plants. ”It was foliage you wished for, was it not?” He asked, voice a cool drizzle, shoulders turning upwards into an uncaring shrug, ”And now, Lady Dorian, perhaps you could explain your intents to me…or I could simply attempt you to expel you from my mind entirely.” The heir’s steps led him to examine a nearby flower, marveling slightly about how exact his memory of the room was; he’d only visited it a handful of times, and yet his recreation of it was fairly elaborate; almost perfect.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 2:45 am
xxxxxHer eyes slowly rose up to meet Nathaniel's face. He was pleasing to the eye, just a little impartial. But that could be a wonderful thing sometimes. Especially when she got to see it melt. She just doubted that would happen with him though...unless he was just going through a rough time then his mindscape might be a little too damaged for her to handle. Her father perhaps, but he definitely didn't want the likes of Vincent in his mind.
Languidly, Dorian stood up from her flower patch as he moved towards her. There was an ease about her body even as she stood among this near nothingness. He questioned her about her intrusion to this plane of his. She's assume he didn't get too many visitors.
Sad, because he really was an attractive male. And an elf at that...like a human, just better in certain areas.
Plus he seemed to know what she was looking for. A little. Not entirely though, because she had honestly just wanted to see something more than the emptiness...something more than the creepy expanse. He seemed to like the Solarium even the slightest bit.
"You would laugh at my intrusion this time," Dorian spoke calmly, her tone respective but not too formal. "But if a garden is what makes you comfortable my lord, then foliage is exactly what I was looking for."
The young avarice lady moved towards his position, but not actually towards him. His attention to detail was astounding, a miracle even. Almost like a sponge...
He did kind of feel spongy...it was an interesting feeling.
"If you would ask me nicely," Dorian said with a tease to her full lips, "perhaps I would be more compliant with whatever you would want. After all, this is your dream and I just the visitor."
She leaned down, letting her silken gold strands of hair slip to one side as she smelled a bunch of the flowers. Well...they were anything near what they were in real life, as though he didn't actually store it in the same receptors. He must not favor flowers if they did not invoke the same sense of a "feeling".
She turned her head towards where he was, her hand still feather lightly touching the stem, and her eyes danced playfully towards him. "So hostile, my lord, would you believe me to do harm to your mental state?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 5:55 pm
He very nearly tilted his head at her as she spoke, though not because he was truly feeling all that inquisitive; it merely seemed an appropriate reaction to her tone, her very visage and demeanor in general. Perhaps it was one which she would be quite used to, though Nathaniel imagined that other beings might not portray the sentiment in quite the same hollow way that he did now. A pair of glacial eyes, somewhat guarded, though mostly empty of anything decipherable, followed her gaze about the large green-room. Dorian’s movements were slow but decidedly confident, sultry because her natural figure deemed it so, and real despite this world being fabricated; pity he lacked the capacity to truly appreciate the sight of it, though he did allow his lips tip skyward at her remark…not exactly buying into her invitation, but acting as if, on some level, he might. It was a guise she’d likely see through; he wasn’t trying too hard to be convincing, and why should he? This was his world. His dream; in their world, he acted as they expected him to…but in this place, he felt almost obligated to act as his true self, even in the presence of someone else; someone real.
”Milady, though I don’t by any means lack confidence in your wit or…expertise, I sincerely doubt you could comprehend what I want. Best to keep things…” A brief glance was spared by the man towards the plants; the room which was so similar to one which existed in the real world, ”Real. Safe. There is a reason this place is usually empty. There is a reason I do not touch it.” Nathaniel turned slightly on his heel, angling himself closer to the woman though still keeping a slight distance…still portraying that innocent, and yet so obviously feigned countenance.
Her body moved, bent forward to breath in the scent of the flowers…and she seemed somewhat unsatisfied with them; He could recall a room’s appearance to a ‘t’, but ask the prince to describe his feelings about the place, and one would be met with only lies; only deceit. He had no true appreciation for such things, and could only imagine that the fact would show in some aspects of his ‘creation’, as it were. They were exact in appearance, but also starkly distant from eachother; dull when senses other than sight might be required.
Eyes a winter storm, he met Dorian’s gaze, mimicking her expression slightly…as if he, too, was being teasing; and in his own way, he was. ”I’d be curious to see what harm you could do, Milady,” He said, voice falling from his lips like cool silk; pleasant, but with a slight edge which was almost archaic…as if he were something stoic, and ancient, ”Intensely curious.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 8:10 pm
xxxxxDorian slowly rose back up as he spoke. There were certain...tells in him, but they were so small. She almost missed them. But at the same time, she couldn't exactly tell what they were trying to say to her. Like a language that she should know, but had forgotten to actually study for. Or use as it were.
"Oh, here I can do no more harm than the mind allows," Dorian said gracefully, not pointing out if she meant his mind or her own. "After all, I am but visiting you this night and I wish no harm to your mind nor your body..."
Though she rather curious just how this would play out to be fair. He seemed to be a well of experience she had yet to have. And no, she wasn't just meaning in the carnal sense in the least. The prince of Envy was a strong character, beloved by most of his subjects. Such loyalty from the majority of his people came a power...a unity and cohesiveness that made them the strongest military society known. To make an enemy of him would be foolhardy...
An alliance would be boastful, a dally almost too sinful for words...she wasn't sure where to place him. And that would have to be solved before either one of them made any more moves up the political ladder. Perhaps it was a good thing she had traveled too freely that night. As the Heiress of Avarice returned to proper posture, she looked at Nathaniel with a respectful tone. Not too formal, as the situation was not in any way, but of course there was a certain level of courtesy.
"Perhaps I can sooth some of your curiosity Prince Nathaniel?" Dorian spoke as she soothed down some of the fabric on the side of her dress idly, her fingers just barely turning over a black-fading-to-silver material that was not yet real in their waking world.
"Ask what you will, and I will answer in a fashion that is only appropriate to the question," she invited, her tone warm as she moved over to the bench.
Such artwork in the whole room of his memory. It was easy to be swayed by such a feat. Easy to almost forget that there was something...off about him. But he wasn't doing anything too horrible just yet. Besides, it would be quiet interesting to see how the Heir of Envy reacted to the slow poison that was her own mind and energy...
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 6:32 pm
Nathaniel’s gaze lifted slightly at her statement, a curious lilt casting itself about his countenance, though not in way that indicated his doubt in the validity of her words; rather, it was still indecipherable, obscure…as if his very being were etched from something foreign and decidedly very old; Sanskrit written upon a young face.
This wasn’t how he appeared all the time, though some of his actions in the real world might provide subtle hints to this odd level of intelligence; the way his eyes, whilst sweeping a room, might become occasionally somewhat cold or listless, or the way every word which fell from him was so well received; as if he had diligently rehearsed for every interaction he partook in, and researched every person he spoke to well beforehand.
Now, though, the air about him was anything but subtle; it was everything cold, and frigid, and enigmatic which comprised him now, and painted his expression, and wrote his words. If she knew of his reputation, which she most likely did, she’d be well aware now that he wasn’t acting at all according to it.
Dorian spoke that she wished him no harm, but that she could, perhaps, do some; he was still curious to see what she was capable of, but opted not to press the matter just yet. He wove a circle around her with his steps, almost absently, as if he had no insight into the fact that it was akin to a beast encircling its prey. The man’s fingers wove together behind his back, silent and complacent as the heiress continued to speak to him.
The cadence of his movements faltered and came to a halt as her form slid to the bench, seeming to mull for a moment over her offer to answer his questions. On some level, the heir knew he’d be better off if he acted carefully; delicately, because this woman was more than just a princess…she was an heiress of a country which, though not necessarily an ally to his kingdom, was not an enemy to it either. Adding another war to Envy’s list was not, currently, the wisest thing to do. Tread carefully.
And yet he did so want to test her; to see whether the strong demeanor she possessed was feigned, or true. It was not a sadistic curiosity, per say, merely a very stark one; if he broke her, he’d take little pleasure in it…if he didn’t, the result would be similar. He was merely bored; merely inquisitive.
”A question, milady.” Nathaniel turned his head sideways, as if he were examining the leaves on a nearby fig tree; even raised a strong, yet somewhat gaunt hand to examine the foliage. ”Very well.” Under his fingertips, the leaflet began to wither, the effect fast climbing to meet its adjoining branch. The spell seemed to enrapture everything else about the room simultaneously, for within moments everything had browned, and at length began to melt. The fountain nearby sputtered for a moment, stilled, and then shook into action yet again…though this time, the liquid which emerged from it was now thick, and very red in hue.
”How much of this,” The heir said, turning that still archaic and insightful glance her way again, ”Can you control?”. The bench beneath the woman began to tremble slightly, its armrests breaking free and slithering like snakes over her lap; neither biting nor hissing, though there was no evidence to hint that they wouldn’t soon start.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 7:39 pm
xxxxxDorian could almost taste the pause in his actions from his thoughts. No, she could not read his internal of internal thoughts, but there was a certain...flavor, a feel that one projected in their own head. Sometimes it was flashes, sometimes it was memories, sometimes it was the emotion - all within their dream world of course.
"This? I take it you mean this dreamscape," the young Cambion spoke with ease even as her chair turned to snakes and the garden landscape around her melted. "If that is the case, Prince Nathaniel, then that is a question that is complicated."
Her leg crossed over the other underneath her gradient colored gown. Dorian lifted her hand up, feeling a snake slide up her arm. Welcoming, accepting. Animals on the outside hated her, animals of the imagination were her play things. She felt a snake slide around her arm, the feeling so different in the dreamscape than it would ever be in the real world. Instead of the scales that Nathaniel probably intended, the snakes were smooth. It was much easier to manipulate what someone gave her than to create something else. And the snakes he had given her were silky...shiny...and slowly forming into a throne.
"I can only manipulate what you wish for me to, on some level," Dorian spoke in a casual tone as the snake suddenly turned into a very ornate glass cup filled with sweet crimson liquid.
She took a sip out the delicate chalice as she looked at him, leveling her gaze to meet his. There was a certain deviousness to her appearance as she sat there, the throne of snakes very out of place in the indoor garden. Her silver and black gown, done in a way that was not seen anymore, seemed to caste light in certain patterns as though it was alive. It would have been something surreal if it wasn't for the fact that she pulled it off so well.
"How is your control in this world of yours? Do you have practice with your creation, of this world that lays inside of you?"
It could be interesting, he seemed almost curious in his own dream. Not...curious...but there was a certain taint to his actions. To his movements. Like he hadn't had the chance often enough to be used to the easily changeable environment.
Dorian's smile was warm, despite the fact that she was slowly taking the garden through the different seasons. Through fall...and within minutes, they were in winter. Which was rather interesting to behold as the area around her was painted like something out of a ghoulish nightmare. And she was still sitting on her silky snake throne.
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Posted: Mon Nov 15, 2010 2:46 pm
He was…intrigued, and willed that sentiment to show through the seemingly bottomless depths of his eyes; one clear, evanescent emotion amongst the darkness…only there in the subtlest fashion, and soon gone as if it had never existed in that realm at all; as if it couldn’t exist there. Along with it, a smile of sorts pulled at his features…not a wide one, nor one built from any sort of true exuberance...but it was, at the very least, somewhat impressed with what the heiress had created.
”I see.” Was all he said initially, at long last closing the distance between them so that he might run his hand over a portion of the throne; gather from it one loose snake, which separated from the structure and coiled obediently about his arm. His gaze moved, snake-like in its own right, between the woman and the creature. Then, as he gave his full attention to Dorian, the animal became somewhat discolored, its skin withering much like the trees had, before also taking on a slight red hue; it was burning, but very slowly, and not in a way that seemed to affect Nathaniel’s garments or even his attention. After a moment, the skin had peeled away, leaving naught but a pearl-like skeleton in its wake…though one which still slithered, as if alive, up the man’s shoulder.
He didn’t pay the scene any mind; he kept his focus on the Cambion in front of him, turning her questions over in his head repeatedly, or at least pretending to do so.
”As I’ve said, Milady, I do not touch this world. Not until tonight have I ever touched this world…for my imagination is something which I am wise enough to know is better left contained. Better left from even my own mind,” He turned and examined how she changed the seasons, stopping her at winter because he had always held a preference for it, ”But I am a very fast learner, as you may well have noticed. And your abilities are very curious…they have brought to light in me some small amount of interest in this world of mine.”
The scene changed then; The room around them melted…melded with the snow-laden scenery outside, devoured the walls, the garden. Around them, great trees sprouted, winding towards the sky like greater versions of the snakes which he’d created earlier. They were in the forest now, outside of the estate; it lingered on the horizon like something almost sentient…close, and yet somehow entirely out of reach.
This scene was familiar to him, almost held some sort of sentimental value to him…though that wasn’t entirely evident in the way he scanned it, or noted its detail.
”It is easier to recall things from memory, and then to embellish upon them.” He noted quietly, the statement not really directed towards anyone in particular; merely a passing thought which he felt it appropriate to verbalize. He was curious still, about the woman’s power. Could he mimic it here? Tap into it, even though their physical bodies lay elsewhere…out of range from eachother.
But their minds were very much connected, were they not?
Between them, he opened a slight and invisible rift…attempting to make a connection to the woman’s power; whether he succeeded or not, he knew she would feel his efforts, for he didn’t try at all to hide what he was doing. She had invaded his mind; he was merely returning the favor.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 9:19 am
xxxxxHer eyes almost seemed to twinkle in the changing environment as she watched him start to play with his surroundings. It might have seemed a while in the dreamscape, but in all realities only a scant few seconds, probably only two or three, had passed. Time in this place worked much differently than out in the physical world. It all just depended on the person and situation...but as a general rule, she had come to realize, that every ten minutes was about a second, maybe two, unless there was something else in the dream that pointed to another counter.
But she wouldn't tell him this, not yet, he seemed to almost be enjoying an opened possibility. If it was in him to enjoy at least, it was something that Dorian herself wasn't very sure of. How was she to judge? His facial expressions of earlier spoke to such...but he didn't have the same bounce that others usually did.
"Yes, that is true. It is easier to recall than to create," Dorian acknowledged Nathaniel's remark.
And then she felt...something. Almost like a small breeze trying to push and pull at her all at once. But it was light, tendril like. A connection. Could he connect with people in their dreams as she could - Dorian took a moment to move that thought off. No...he admitted a few times to not having much practice. But still...he was connecting something of theirs. And she felt it. Her eyes danced in amusement.
What an interesting power...she couldn't wait to see how it affected him.
"If you feel hunger sir...do not say I did not take the time to warn you," Dorian spoke out, her tone smooth as she lightly stared up at him from her spot on the snake thrown.
Slowly she stood up, her eyes momentarily taking in the skeleton of the once majestic looking snake that he had melted into such an odd creation earlier. She kept her hand on the chair as though to move around it. Slowly the snakes slid out to the ground and became one with the snow all the while Dorian continued to stare into Nathaniel's eyes. This...connection he was forging could prove quite amusing for her. And it might either teach him not to trespass without question first...or it might serve to be just what she wanted politically and metaphysically speaking.
If he liked her power a bit too much, well that was just good news for her.
She lightly moved closer, almost teasingly in the manner of such an act, and her voice lowered into a steady, softened tone. "Is it to your liking my Lord?"
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