She gave him a small smile, setting her hands on his knees and leaning down and kissing his forehead. *** Her back was to him and she pulled her knees to her chest, staying quiet as she watched the flames. *** He laughed sleepily, lying back in the pillows.
He flushed, watching her in surprise. *** He said nothing, relaxing as he observed. *** She closed her eyes, going to drift off.
She looked down at him, her nose brushing his gently. “Is that bad?” *** She reached out, brushing her fingers through the flames, the white magic swirling around her hand and protecting her from damage. *** He returned to sleep quickly.
“Are you sure?” she asked worriedly, sitting next to him. “You seem unhappy.” *** She allowed the flames to swirl around her hand, letting the tendrils drift through her fingers. Low humming emitted from her, sweet and warm and soft.
She scooted away from him, her frown deepening. There was a silence as she folded her hands in her lap. "You'd tell me if I made you uncomfortable, right?"
(Zoop!) It would be late in the night when each person would find themselves. Everything seemed normal, almost. Theresa would find the room the same as before, Maverick asleep on the couch. All the doors and windows were firmly closed. Fina would feel an empty space beside her. Upon investigation, she would find Cassian standing, reading her field guide. Monty would be in the room completely alone. Sylas would find himself in his room at home. Everything was completely normal. It was dark outside.
Theresa sat up blearily, yawning sleepily, her hair messy as she looked over at Maverick. * * * Fina squinted in the darkness before frowning, standing up. "Cass...? What are you doing?" * * * Monty woke, looking around before frowning, sitting up in bed. "Theo?" * * * Sylas' eyes flew open and he looked bewildered, trying to sit up.
He didn't reply. The room felt... smaller. *** He looked up at her. She wouldn't be able to see his eyes. "This isn't good enough." *** There was no reply. He was alone. *** The room was dark. Light came in from the crack in his door.
She frowned, coming up to him, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Mav...?" * * * She visibly faltered, her gaze darting from the book back to his face. "W-what do you mean?" * * * He frowned, standing up and going out to the hallway. * * * Sylas tilted his head, heading for the door.
He was asleep, unmoving. Everything seemed the same. She would hardly notice the room becoming smaller and smaller every time she looked away. *** He dropped it on the floor sharply. "It's not good enough. Nothing you do is good enough." *** The house was dark and quiet, everyone asleep. There was no sign of Theo. *** Things became foggy. The door opened to a house that wasn't his. It would be familiar. He would realize it was Lilith's house. Everything still felt completely normal despite the drastic change.
