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castle_perraultHe pulled the final Needle, and he wished. He wished for.....
Not this.
Cold stone against his cheek and a chill in the air--Lucas sits up off the floor, and he finds himself in a tall stone hall lined with many doors. Osohe Castle? It's the first place to pop to mind. But this is not what he'd been expecting at all.
It only gets a bit worse from there. He stands up--a bit wobbly--and starts down the hall, and it seems more and more like this isn't even Osohe Castle either. Some kind of mist hangs on the drafty air, here...and there's something else in the air too, prickling very faintly at the back of his head. Unsteady steps turn a corner, drift past windows streaming sunlight, find a wide open doorway up ahead, and then--he's outside, and there's a fountain. Osohe Castle never had any fountains.
So...he's somewhere else.
This probably means something, and Lucas tries to decide whether this is a good something or a bad something. But his head swims instead, jumbled too full of recent events, and he quickly decides to stop. Maybe a bit later. It feels a bit like he'd just run miles without stopping, and had never quite caught his breath...Lucas trails up to the fountain and leans against the edge of it, legs suddenly shaky. Staring at his reflection in the water, a pale and battered-looking boy stares back with eyes that are still a bit puffy and red from crying.
His hands shake, too, as he leans over and dips them into the fountain. Splashes his face a few times, scrubbing at his eyes and drying them on the hem of his shirt. And he should keep moving, probably, figure out where he is and find out where the others are...but Lucas ends up sitting on the edge of the fountain instead, shoulders folding, staring down at the tips of his grubby sneakers. Too tired. Yeah, he just...needs to close his eyes for a moment.
An exceptionally long moment, maybe.
Not this.
Cold stone against his cheek and a chill in the air--Lucas sits up off the floor, and he finds himself in a tall stone hall lined with many doors. Osohe Castle? It's the first place to pop to mind. But this is not what he'd been expecting at all.
It only gets a bit worse from there. He stands up--a bit wobbly--and starts down the hall, and it seems more and more like this isn't even Osohe Castle either. Some kind of mist hangs on the drafty air, here...and there's something else in the air too, prickling very faintly at the back of his head. Unsteady steps turn a corner, drift past windows streaming sunlight, find a wide open doorway up ahead, and then--he's outside, and there's a fountain. Osohe Castle never had any fountains.
So...he's somewhere else.
This probably means something, and Lucas tries to decide whether this is a good something or a bad something. But his head swims instead, jumbled too full of recent events, and he quickly decides to stop. Maybe a bit later. It feels a bit like he'd just run miles without stopping, and had never quite caught his breath...Lucas trails up to the fountain and leans against the edge of it, legs suddenly shaky. Staring at his reflection in the water, a pale and battered-looking boy stares back with eyes that are still a bit puffy and red from crying.
His hands shake, too, as he leans over and dips them into the fountain. Splashes his face a few times, scrubbing at his eyes and drying them on the hem of his shirt. And he should keep moving, probably, figure out where he is and find out where the others are...but Lucas ends up sitting on the edge of the fountain instead, shoulders folding, staring down at the tips of his grubby sneakers. Too tired. Yeah, he just...needs to close his eyes for a moment.
An exceptionally long moment, maybe.