The sheet’s been dragged off the mirror, wrapping about Deithelm as he fell through, leaving the mirror uncovered….
The clicking sounds continues at a steady pace.
His attention, after Etienne has answered the questions he’s asked, falls back onto the mirror. Eyes still burning at the edges with green flame, he hisses loudly at the image of the shadow-bot, then yells in frustration. He get’s up, ignoring the impudent shadow-bot in the mirror, and starts to get dressed in dry clothes. Can’t go on an adventure while just wearing his boxers, can he? But he’s taking a few books off a near by shelf, and haphazardly flipping through them, looking for something.
“Destan is still in there.” Motioning towards the mirror. ”With ein doppleganger of Anatole. This is sehr strange. It’s like… back then. With Anatole. It feels the same when…”
His eyes flutter shut, and he remains silent for a moment, thinking. That entire situation hadn’t really be explained to him, and as such, he didn’t fully know what had happened, or what had caused it. All he knew was that he had mistakenly tortured Destan instead of his intended target. But why…
“It didn’t feel like Anatole… it’s something else…”
And he buries his nose into various books, cross referencing things and looking for anything that may give a lead into what they’re dealing with. The journal he’s had under his arm for the entire time, falls into the pile of other books around him.
“Back then? When back then? I need information.”
His mind is working at a whirlwind’s pace, attempting to keep up with the events happening around him. All of his thoughts whip around, spinning and thrashing against their confines and locking together into intricate possibilities. Destan is still in the mirror. There’s a shadow looking at him, is it the same shadow as before? It seems different - unafraid of letting itself be seen as a farce of reality. It must be able to communicate, like the one before it.
“You. What do you want, shadow?”
He reaches up, hand coming to hover just a breath away from the glass and silver reflection.
“You’re different than the one with the empty smile… What do you get from this? I wish to bargain with you, if that is possible.”
(via ebonsmoke)
