by Suede » Thu Jul 04, 2013 8:19 am
Some people had disturbed dreams, full of horrors, oddities, and terrors that scuttled across the landscape of their minds. They dreamed of fat men butchering and slaughtering, spiders crawling through every orifice, and other horrors.
Others were far too refined to delve into such twisted ideas even when asleep. Despite assumptions about the tailor, he was one such man. He did not dream of eldritch horrors, torture, or mad revels through the night. He dreamed of dancing.
A brilliant field lit for midday though the sky declared it quite the opposite. The moon rode high in the sky, giving more light than it ever could naturally. A field of blue grass dotted with red flowers spread out endlessly and stretched to hills it could never quite reach. A few trees arched high from the soil, small droplets hanging from them. At a distance they seemed to be fruit, but on closer inspection they stared at anyone and everyone that looked their way. Eyes observing the man dancing through the field.
Faint violin music raced about him through the wind as he danced. The tailor made a mockery of that title of his with his current state of nudity. He waltzed, free as could be; sometimes alone, sometimes with Jirai, others with any number of Myrken's finest. Age or gender didn't matter. He moved around with a fluidity that should have been at Rhaena's balls, and everywhere he went he left bloody footprints.