Even a peaceful evening at Pheme's botanic gardens turns into a mess around here.
Joseph's fared better than many though. From the moment he entered the Palm House he figured out there was a game to be played. Sticking to beaten paths, steering clear of the water, and staunchly refusing the beckoning of a naiad gained him a clue. Directions of paths to take, then something about a spindle and a ring. He's reached the clearing the nymph spoke of, and now to figure out what she meant by the rest of it.
He paces around the little clearing, thinking hard, and he's about on the cusp of it when there's a rustling from nearby. Footsteps. An all too familiar curse word muttered in the darkness.
There's every chance in the world this is another illusion. A trick to try and throw him off the path or distract him. But when a familiar face steps out of the foliage across the clearing from him, Joseph finds himself very, very efficiently distracted. The last time he saw him, he was falling through the cracks in reality once more, screaming, panicking as Joseph reached out for him, weak and slumping into a pool of his own blood-
"Seb?" It escapes from him without a thought, louder than he intends. If this is a trick, the person enacting it just got their hooks in him. "Sebastian?"
This is when he fades away. Or the whole world around them descends into hell again, twisted and corrupted by the evil mind running the show. But he doesn't, and it doesn't, and Joseph starts rushing towards him. And he still doesn't fade.
you can't keep me here
Joseph's fared better than many though. From the moment he entered the Palm House he figured out there was a game to be played. Sticking to beaten paths, steering clear of the water, and staunchly refusing the beckoning of a naiad gained him a clue. Directions of paths to take, then something about a spindle and a ring. He's reached the clearing the nymph spoke of, and now to figure out what she meant by the rest of it.
He paces around the little clearing, thinking hard, and he's about on the cusp of it when there's a rustling from nearby. Footsteps. An all too familiar curse word muttered in the darkness.
There's every chance in the world this is another illusion. A trick to try and throw him off the path or distract him. But when a familiar face steps out of the foliage across the clearing from him, Joseph finds himself very, very efficiently distracted. The last time he saw him, he was falling through the cracks in reality once more, screaming, panicking as Joseph reached out for him, weak and slumping into a pool of his own blood-
"Seb?" It escapes from him without a thought, louder than he intends. If this is a trick, the person enacting it just got their hooks in him. "Sebastian?"
This is when he fades away. Or the whole world around them descends into hell again, twisted and corrupted by the evil mind running the show. But he doesn't, and it doesn't, and Joseph starts rushing towards him. And he still doesn't fade.
"Oh my god. Sebastian!"