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Jun 20, 2019 2:59 AM
lindsey and felix in wizard antebellum south
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Leaving the water basin for one of the slaves to dispose of, Lindsey checks on the locked box under his bed. It's still there, and still locked, of course.

He hesitates, then dismisses the idea. No. None of that, tonight or any other days.

Lindsey sighs, climbs into his four-poster bed, and, pointing his wand at himself, whispers, "Somnium."

His dream that night is... unusual.

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They are probably related to the tiny shard of gray crystal quartz that materializes out of nowhere and comes in contact with his left hand. Not that Lindsey will notice that - at that exact moment his dreams become extremely vivid. And nothing will be able to wake him up.

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And a while after that someone wishes all of this was just a very vivid dream. But his attempts to cling to hope have been dashed with every test.

He was very far away from home, that's the only explanation. In a new universe.

It's dark and Felix can't really see any strong signs of civilization from up in the clouds. So he finds a tree so he can nap and create a place to himself, maybe figure out things about this world through dreamshaping.

This world is empty of pocket dimensions, except for exactly one. Felix has no idea what it means, but he can use the perception his dreamshaping grants to feel the size of the thing. It's very small and very new. If he had to eyeball it, the thing started right when he arrived in this strange new world.

An entirely new dreamshaper, and likely in need of rescue. Felix only barely goes straight into wakefulness and remembers this is a new world. So he hastily turns to the creation aspect of his dreamshaping. He creates a place of residence and asks for his dreamshaping to gather information about the world and notices that most of it seems to be book-shaped. Then he wakes up and with a single motion creates a portal to his pocket dimension. He flies to his library and checks the books.

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From the moment he opens his eyes, Lindsey knows that this place hates him. He can feel it in the mad brightness of the light and the unscreaming pressure in his ears; the way his skin itches and won't stop. But more than anything he can feel it in the weight on his chest, heavy as a harness.

Even at home it is difficult for him. Here, it is nearly impossible.

He knows before getting up that his box will not be here. He knows this and he checks underneath the bed anyway and when he sees the empty space he finds that he cannot breathe. And his breath stops; and it will not start again. Here there is only flatness.

And suddenly he becomes aware of the harshness of his clothes against his skin; a man's clothes, starched and difficult.

The manor is strangely empty. He is, however, relieved when he arrives in the kitchen; as relieved as someone afflicted with the awful flatness might be, that is. This is because Anna has set the table already for him - for him and only him -, his breakfast covered, as is customary, with a silver cover. He must commend her, later.

As he reaches out towards the platter, a strange flash rushes along the edge of the silver cover, but it is too late— his hand— it burns —it burns! Hunched over his hand, he sees visions- Anna, laughing at him, her enormous red lips a stark contrast to her impossibly dark skin, her eyes white and empty and without pupils— the potions— his own face in the mirror that day— his beautiful hair and his high cheekbones and— and when he returns the light from the dining room's windows has dimmed, as if during evening. And before him is not food but the opened box, its handle still steaming.

And stands before him an angel, blank-eyed and empty-stared.

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Felix didn't create the library because he expected to read the thing. Mostly, he hoped to discern something from the pictures. At very least, he hoped to discern the shape of the world. But before him stood a three store tall library with walls covered by books in English. He reads enough to discern that he is still in some bizarre past version of the United States. Then he decides he really should take a look on the new pocket dimension. So he takes flight and reaches the portal there.

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The vials in the box; the angel before him. And the angel speaks, metallic-voiced and gold-crowned, beautiful and terrible. "Unfaithful one," it says, echo-voiced. "You see now the instruments of your sin before you."

And Lindsey finds himself inhaling and exhaling roughly, each breath controlled by the angel's hollow hand, its ivory-lace carapace as unfeeling as adamantine.

The breath rushes out of him. "I felt nothing," he whispers, "on the day of my baptism." He feels the tears running down his face. "I could not see. I felt nothing. I felt only the water. I knew that I was nothing. I knew that my fate- the path laid out for me- I knew what it was. The box. It was gone. The vials. You knew. You knew all the while, what I did in my iniquity."

The angel watches him, its wings resplendent, its raiment magnificent. It watches him as he weeps; and then there is only light.

And when Lindsey can see again there is an obscure pain at his center, an aching; as if something within him had been purified.

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Felix portals leads him to the interior of a house where he just witness the end of the scene with the angel. Well, he is stunned.

He steps forth. "Do you need help?"

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Lindsey would have flinched, but it's not a day for flinching. Had someone just said something? Something about if he needed help, he thinks.

He suppresses a groan. How- unpleasant, to be tended to by a stranger in your own house.

"N-no. I don't. Thank you very much," he manages. He would have, should have, offered something in return — tea? a warm fireplace? — but he isn't exactly sure what's going on.

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"Are you sure?" The stranger comes closer.

He has wings, red-orange like the flames in the hearth, but everything else about him is very much human. His clothes are unusual too.

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The man. Has wings.

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"Who are you?" Lindsey asks feebly.

Maybe he's a fallen angel. Maybe he's there for Lindsey, to take him away, to bring him to his final punishment.

More likely he's there as temptation.

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"Felix Dalkaila." He says making his voice sound reassuring. "I am... here to find someone, it's complicated."

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"Who. Are you here. To find."

Everything is too much.

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"I don't know yet. Look, I am sorry if I am being overwhelming. Do you need a moment?"

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"I. Apologize. Yes that would be. Yes just go please and stand. I. Yes."

Lindsey is temporarily unable to word. His head hurts, the light is still too bright, and goddamn where in god's name are the slaves for gods sake.

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"The person I need to find might be you."

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Lindsey ignores the strange boy with wings and concentrates on his breath. He used to have more episodes like this, where everything hurt and everything was awful and he couldn't breathe and his head hurt, when he was younger. There's a horrible veil over his ears. That, he has learned, means he's too tired to listen, at least for the moment.

The fog gradually recedes, and it becomes apparent to him that the strange winged boy was saying something. it takes a while to process what he means, but soon enough Lindsey sighs heavily and sits up, rubbing his eyes. "You're looking- for me? Whyever for?"

God, he hopes it's not a fallen angel.

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The boy took a step closer. "There is someone under a magical sleep effect from which they won't wake up unless they leave this place through a portal."

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"....and you think I'm this person. Why?"

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"You cold be that person. I know they are here somewhere and you're the first person I found. And testing the theory would be simple."

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....It would be quite discomfiting if he wasn't. He is fairly sure that he had a life somewhere other than here, and that he went to sleep at some point, and that this was where he'd begun waking up.

"What's the test?" Lindsey says warily.

He hasn't heard anyone who talked like that before— at least, not outside of a book. Testing the theory. — Was the boy with wings a natural philosopher?

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"It's literally just going through the portal. If it's you then you will wake up. If it's not I will have to speed up my search."

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"How do I know you're not trying to lure me into iniquity?" And why would you have to speed up your search?

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Felix gives him a quizzical look. Then he remembers where and when he is. "I guess a winged guy is fairly suspicious." He pauses and thinks. "I really don't have a good way to prove things to you without involving at least some thrust from your part."

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Lindsey pushes himself to his feet and, slightly swaying, says, "Wouldn't you sit down and have some tea? Then we could discuss this in a more civilized fashion."

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"I would love to but one of the reasons I am in a hurry is that this place might be creating..." people, monsters, magic, anything, "things that could be dangerous and it will do so until the person I am looking for wakes up."

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