[ He's about to reply as they hurriedly walk through the hall, the reflection chasing their moves as effortlessly as water passing down steppe-springs, but then it speaks again. His shoulders stiffen-- when had he ever mentioned he was king?-- but then lower as his brow furrows in tandem, darkening the set of his gaze. That, too, is not something he would share forthwith, but he attributes to the mysterious tricks of the fae ruining things (yet again).
They should leave this place at once, if either of them with to keep their secrets to themselves. ]
Caster. [ He calls her this, although he can readily piece together that her name is Medea. However, that is not the name she's introduced herself with, and that other name is not his to use.
Deep-set insecurities and doubts are the best to use against another, and he can guess the reflection is doing just that. (Still, he wonders, why bring up the masquerade at all?) ] This haunting means to mock the path you've chosen. [ That of a "traitor", apparently, but these reflections, he assumes, may spin an unreliable narration.
Somnus gestures towards the seemingly endless hall they've yet to traverse, the edge of his cloak following the movement of his arm like a wing. ]
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They should leave this place at once, if either of them with to keep their secrets to themselves. ]
Caster. [ He calls her this, although he can readily piece together that her name is Medea. However, that is not the name she's introduced herself with, and that other name is not his to use.
Deep-set insecurities and doubts are the best to use against another, and he can guess the reflection is doing just that. (Still, he wonders, why bring up the masquerade at all?) ] This haunting means to mock the path you've chosen. [ That of a "traitor", apparently, but these reflections, he assumes, may spin an unreliable narration.
Somnus gestures towards the seemingly endless hall they've yet to traverse, the edge of his cloak following the movement of his arm like a wing. ]
Walk with me to the future.