FIONN

[CERES]

visiting fionn sonnet

Out of all the magic the goddess was capable of doing, visiting dreams was the easiest for her. It was almost like she went to sleep herself, and in the dreamland she felt healthy. It was just difficult finding someone worthy of visiting; even though it was easy for her to visit dreams, it still made her tired.

Lying down in the small bed of leaves and flowers that the sprites had prepared for her, she closed her eyes and entered the dreamland, looking for someone. Fionn Sonnet...the name had came to her out of nowhere today. She knew Fionn, or knew of him; he was a slightly abrasive young man but the name came to her for a reason. So, she would visit him in a dream, and hopefully talk to him.

Everything was blurry and dark until she reached his subconscious one night, the picture clearing until she saw him, sitting a distance away. Taking a few steps forward, she marveled at the airy and light feeling that was enveloping her...it was soothing.

"Fionn Sonnet, I've come to visit you...do you know who I am?" she asked softly, appearing as a vision in a white dress, red hair and a crown of flowers about her head.

[fionn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] her diamonds bring me down because i can't help her Despite the warm company that laid just to the right of him, Fionn was absolutely alone with himself in the comforts of his own bed. Just how he preferred to be. That soothing burn coaxing his limbs into a relaxed lull, the thoughts of the day gone as he let his eyelids fall closed. Far into the depths of his own mind did he find his very own piece of paradise, venturing further and further from the physical world to a place where no offense was possible. The ethereal space bound by no today or tomorrow, then or now, here or there. It was typically this place that the musician visited within his dreams. The rooftop was isolated, abandoned, and high above all the other surrounding buildings, furthest from the rural village he now resided in. In the endless sky above was a perpetual twilight, warm oranges and purples flooded by a deep sea of blue. Fionn sat along the edge, on top of a concrete barricade erected for those stupid enough to lean too far. Artemis cradled in his arms, she sang a gentle song to the callous fingers that danced along her neck. A picture of a moment he had once experienced years ago. "Fionn Sonnet, I've come to visit you...do you know who I am?" Had he recognized the voice, Fionn would've hardly so much as turned. What a crime that would've been. The lilt of her voice alone stirred something... something he had never known, a note so pure and divine he knew no ear had heard it sung. It enchanted him enough to turn his head and take in the magnificent woman before him, clothed in a gown on white and hair of fiery tumbles of red. Even in his dreams could he not have conjured such a stunning illusion. There was probably some protocol about dreaming about one woman after sleeping with another, but Fionn had proven quite lax in adhering to such a code of conduct. "I should. It's a crime to allow such a beauty go unadmired, yeah?" He finally muttered, his throat having gone dry in this state of surrender. With that, Fionn turned back towards the twilit sky, the beauty of it relieving compared to that at his back. His city accent fell of his tongue as he struggled to find words to say. " 'ow do you know me, pretty lady?" WORDS: 402 TAGS: ceres! credit to ALPHA of BACK TO NEVERLAND

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visiting fionn sonnet

From his response she managed a laugh; it was a musical thing, the notes practically dancing out of her mouth as she covered her lips with her hand, out of modesty and respect. Laughing in someone's face wasn't acceptable, even if she was a deity. Especially because she was a deity.

"Oh, Fionn, I've known of you for a long time," she said gently, venturing closer, eventually sitting next to him gingerly, as if she were afraid she would disappear at any moment. Her magic was strong enough to allow visits in dreams but she could never be so certain, with the poison wracking her form.

She smiled as she looked down at her folded hands in her lap. For a deity she was very humble. "And that's why I've come to talk to you. But you don't seem to recognize me...many people don't, anymore. And that's why I've come to see you, to get your help..."

She knew of his nature but sincerely hoped that somehow, this would change his mind. Maybe he would help her and get others to help as well. Then again, she could only be so hopeful.

[fionn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] her diamonds bring me down because i can't help her It was his turn to laugh. Nothing nearly as melodious as the dainty thing that had rang from her lips. It was mocking, condescending, digesting any surprise stirred by the request and converting into fuel for his evergrowing ego. That was what made this a dream. Conjuring a person with enough gall to ask Fionn Sonnet for his help. Only his own mind would recreate something so damn hilarious for his pleasure. "If you know so well of me as long as you say you have, pretty lady," he started dryly, sarcasm heavy on his silver tongue as a means to fight off another fit of laughter, "you would know that 'elp is not a word of my vocabulary." With a shake of his head, he'd set Artemis in the unoccupied spot at his other side. An invisible force suspended her length-wise in the air. Now the propositioned Fionn would reach back and run his calloused fingers through his short hair, gazing straight ahead at the skies. There was a word, however, native to his tongue that carried a similar protocol. Bartering, a favour for a favour. The laughter now absent from his sharp features, Fionn's voice took on a frightening quality, one so unrelenting of emotion that the tone lacked humanity altogether. For the first time since looked towards the mesmerizing horizon, the conniving wizard looked back towards the goddess, saying five cold inhumane words. "What's in it for me?" WORDS: 241 TAGS: ceres! credit to ALPHA of BACK TO NEVERLAND

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visiting fionn sonnet

The goddess couldn't deceive herself; she had a feeling this is how things would go. Even though she had never personally met Fionn, she could always tell what people were like, especially magical beings. There was a connection between them, so it was easier to tell.

"I'm afraid I have no tangible means to give you in return," she explained, her voice soft. "But, dear Fionn, not all rewards are tangible and not all actions merit rewards."

Standing slowly she took a few steps, standing in front of him before turning to face him entirely. Her white cloaks and dress were bright and clean and her face was shining with vitality, but her eyes were still tired and diseased. No matter how healthy she felt in dreams, her eyes couldn't lie.

"My name is Ceres, Fionn. Do you know that name?" she asked gently. The goddess wouldn't be surprised if he replied negatively, as not many people knew her anymore.

[fionn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] her diamonds bring me down because i can't help her Fionn outright scoffed at the woman's gentle response, nearly insulted by the naivety of her words and how, however gently, she seemed to impose such a moronic concept upon his own code. If anyone considered her ideals more fair, he begged to differ. Mutual benefit was the very definition of fair. Though he truly wasn't so found of this term either; ripping off the unaware man was considerably the most fair of all. Grey eyes followed her pale form as she graced the ground before him, a skeptical arch high on his silver brow. "I know the name, yeah. I know the history and the mythos behind it as well," Fionn explained shortly with a dismissive wave, clearly having little respect for the ancient knowledge. Anyone who had been raised on the peninsula at least knew the title of the divine deity Sepalum's natives once wasted time praying to instead of making their own means and creating change themselves. A moronic practice escaped by humanity's evolution, even if it was into other moronic practices. Even so, looking into those tired eyes inflicted with such a state of decay, Fionn was entirely unphased, if not perhaps even more steeled against the woman. "But I know no goddess, no god. I know no being as such if its power is ultimately decided by the fleetin' whims of man." His tone was cold, silver tongue biting as it sought its mark within his target, right into those vulnerable eyes. WORDS: 246 TAGS: ceres! credit to ALPHA of BACK TO NEVERLAND

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visiting fionn sonnet

This was exactly how she had presumed this meeting to go. Why the name had come to her she didn't know...there had to be something behind his cold, steely exterior. Regretfully she didn't know the people of Sepalulm that well anymore, as she was usually cooped up due to the illness that had spread throughout her body. There just had to be something.

"That sentiment is held by many people of the peninsula these days," she responded in her quiet manner. "However, I believe that your reasons are much different than the rest of the people."

She still stood before him, her tired eyes trained on the ground for a bit as she thought. Fionn would certainly help her...but at least her fears of him going to the side of Excisio were less than she had thought. If he didn't believe in her, then he certainly didn't believe in the god.

"Fionn," she inquired again, "if you do not believe in me, then why do you suppose I've visited you tonight?" she asked, looking up at him, tucking a few stray locks of her persimmon hair behind an ear. She was curious as to what he'd say...but she knew her time was running short in this dream.

[fionn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] her diamonds bring me down because i can't help her Fionn sat in silence, his cool stare returning ahead of him still on the warm horizon and isolated rooftops that stood beyond his perch. He continued to listen to the beautiful illusion if only to entertain himself for a while. What few comments she made, he remained unphased. Her question did illicit a different response, an amused chuckle followed by a few short clicks of tongue. "Now there's an interestin' question. Worth a thought, isn't it..." The answer came immediately to him, though he feigned a fairly long moment in deep contemplation. His mental defenses clearly waned between when he was awake and when he was asleep. A desperate spirit in need of an attentive audience would easily manipulate this and take haven in his conscience. A conscience in apparent need of further fortifications, if this encounter was any testament. The egotistical musician did not elaborate on this aloud. Instead he took a different approach, silver tongue waggling as he spun about his charming tale. "This 'ere is a dream. A place created by my very own mind. Therefore, in that sense," Fionn cocked his head back and gazed up towards a fleeting cluster of bronze clouds, "I am the god of this place. All powerful and in full control of what does and does not, what is and what is not, and what," he paused for effect, narrowing his icy stare on her once more, "you are and are not." Standing, he continued on as he strolled along the edge, walking backwards so to face her. "If this is valid, which it is, and it is sound, which it also is, then it must be the truth of this reality." He paused right before opposite end of the building, arms crossed before his broad chest as he watched her, lips cocking into a smug smirk. "If I am a god, a true god, of this reality... Well, I can either will you into existance or will you out." Closing his eyes, Fionn began to concentrate on the space where the weary muse sat. Imagining it in his mind's eye, fixing it in place so that it appeared as it should seconds prior. He pictured her sitting there, the very portrait of tranquility herself, the image further illustrated by the breeze that blew by and stirred the delicate layers of her dress. The silk would become a dazzling pyre, he imagined with a great deal of delight, trapping her in a suffocating pyre to consume her whole. WORDS: 417 TAGS: ceres! credit to ALPHA of BACK TO NEVERLAND