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Post by Morgan on Mar 8, 2020 21:31:15 GMT -6
The dream is not a confusing thing, though it is new, to both of them. Are you sure? The golden asks, standing still, stark still, nervous. The Pearl tilts his head a huff leaving him before he conveys back Do you think I'd let you initiate this if I didn't want to, Ryuusei? He says more than asks, his voice harsh. The pair almost instinctively know where to go; this is indeed the way of their people. At the 'go south' the pair continue on, bickering the entire way over this and that. However, it is obvious to the astute that they do love one another (they pined forever and ever, every since they were young, but never thought, not once, that the other may-) since they brushed or intertwined their tails every now and again before the Pearl seemed to come back to himself and flush, pulling his tail away only to find himself doing that again and again. I don't want you to do this just because you know I want it. The Gold says, just before they were to stand in front of the arbitrator. Don't patronize me. The pearl warns. They are quiet again, between banter, and finally, finally stand before the arbitrator- who has asked the question. So you are sure you want to do this? Ryuusei asks, standing before the arbitrator and leaned in, gently, conspiratorially whispering, his forehead to the forehead of his pearl companion's. ...Yes? The pearl replies in turn, his conveyed 'voice' stronger but obviously a little more tremulous hidden behind it. Seimei, my love, are you sure? The golden asks, once more, with more conviction, and he is answered with a full-bodied shove by the pearl, and a flap of a tail fan as the pearl tat-lung snarks back YES I am SURE GET ON WITH IT. The pair snarl, slightly, before it turns into a soft thrum as they pair gives another awkward cuddle with the golden being much more happy and cuddly and the pearl being quite obviously embarrassed with the closeness. You know how I feel about displays of affection in front of others... He scolds. This isn't in public. The golden declares to him, and he receives another flushed shove that was obviously a little more affectionate than the last. The pair obviously cared about one another, even if they had a weird way of showing it. So, do they accept this? Did they come of their own free will? To honor the old ways and be responsible for new life in their union? We do. The way of dragons is not the way of humans, but it would seem that Morgan's incessant reading of those dumb romantic adventure novels to them had done a little bit extra to impress on both of them the hearts of absolutely ridiculous romantics despite being above 'such base and ridiculous things' as Seimei would put it. This was another of their puzzles, of their games that they loved so much- but it was one they were more than happy to play together. It was the happiest they had been so far, and Seimei secretly was sure that whenever their children were born, that they would find out another type of fulfillment and happiness. Ryuusei was a little less prepared than he thought- but he was always one for a new adventure. The pair tossed their coins into the pool, and found themselves completely unable to tear their eyes from each-other. A whole new life- just waiting for them.
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Post by Darky on Mar 25, 2020 13:11:38 GMT -6
Tink.. tink.. tink..
A soft swoosh and a silence.
The coins disappear among the riches.
The form of the ghostly tat-lung fades to reappear hovering before the sworn pair.
"Mind to mind.." they begin in solemn voice as magenta eyes seem to pierce right through. "Heart to heart.." The mist dances around the room in interwoven patterns, layer upon layer of colours and shapes forming and disappearing in ordered fashions.
"Soul to soul.." The bells so distant seem to draw nearer yet remain soft and dull.
"Let two, once parted.." With a motion of a claw, they indicate to clasp hands.
"Now, stand whole."
The dream-scape shifts, letting go of all sense physical. The mists gather to envelop the sworn pair, around them, through them, as the cavern becomes a kaleidoscope of colours - patterns upon patterns, layers upon layers, souls upon souls. A strand of mist twists around the pair's clasped hands and grows bright enough to blind, drowning out all other colours.. save for that of each other's souls. The strand moves towards each, and at the point of connection the separation of dreams collapses - it is one dream, one dreamer, one mind, one heart, one soul.
One calling.
Brightness fades and colours return, the ghostly tat-lung moving a claw through the air in ceremonial patterns. Between the clasped hands is a small vortex of mist as two shapes pull themselves into being, fragile and small, nearly as ghostly as the tat-lung themselves. There is not yet eyes to see, not yet voice to speak, only but a promise of one to come.
"Behold," they whisper softly, magenta eyes brightest of all colours in the room, as they turn to each, "New life born of old. Who among you takes up duty to raise and care for them?"
The ghostly tat-lung awaits expectantly.
( You may now roleplay to pick your offspring~ )
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Post by Morgan on Mar 25, 2020 13:45:58 GMT -6
The process would perhaps be a scary one, for humanoids of course. For beings that produce offspring born of body, such a process (heavy with soul) would be confusing, if not terrifying. It was weird, the things that went through Seimei's head at that moment. He is one of those individuals that tends to overthink things, and have some rather non-sequitur sorts of thoughts. Ryuusei, on the other hand, was completely there in both mind and spirit- luckily, heart seemed to tie it all together, and despite their common banter, the pair were loving. Not that either would admit it easily nor often. Through ceremony and circumstance, the ritual is performed. Ryuusei watches with distinct forward thought, he was always most interested in the means than the ends. Seimei, on the other hand, watches with anxiety, and anticipation of what was to come. The ends justified the means, even if he was perhaps less a tat-lung for the instinct of such. The strange pair was balanced in most things, and the aspects that they tipped over one way or the other tended to be beneficial in the end. It would seem that the End of a long and difficult journey up to their eventual admittance to one another was the birth of new lives. New lives that they were prepared to take care of, even if it would be a bit of a (pleasant) shock to their existing family. The conclusion swept through with finality, and Ryuusei cannot take his soul off of the promise. While he gazed ahead, green eyes glazed, Seimei looked at him. It was obvious where their priorities lay, and perhaps they would find balance with this as well? The pair looked ahead, finally, with Seimei's glittering eyes threatening to belay his nervous anticipation. The Golden was taking this MUCH better than the Pearl was, but it was obvious that their relationship was stable enough to weather the new journey, a Rebirth of purpose in their lives. "I do." The spoke in unison, and then glanced at one another with humor growing between them. "Both of us." And we'll have help was left unspoken. So they both looked on to the future, tails intertwined.[Both to the parents, both parents are attached to the Morgan account.]
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Post by Darky on Apr 8, 2020 9:39:32 GMT -6
"So be it," the ghostly tat-lung's eyes gleam stronger, as the mists begin to swirl again. "To you, now, is a burden and a duty. An honour and a delight. May you carry it worthy."
The claws snap together in deafening silence.
The ghostly one fades, the vision fades, as the two fragile forms swoosh down to the ground and coalesces into something small and round.
As each is picked up, the ghostly tat-lung's face seems to simultaneously appear mere inches beside either pair's head, whispering in echoing bells: "Its time to wake up."
The world turns, the dream becomes a blur and gravity seems to pull both all the way back along their path like a rubber-band snapping.
Both jolt awake, outside, standing at the front of their respective residence in the cold of the night. Cold on the outside, a fuzzy tingling on the in, and a strange warmth in their hands.
When looking down, a tug is felt on the soul.
Is it time to wake up yet?
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