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[ GAWKS AT HIM

Like literally pauses on the stairs and cranes his neck around to do it ]

You don't have to look so surprised.

[ Heh

Resumes the trek up the stairs and pushes the door open for Charon to enter first ]

Weeeell~ that just means you're primed and ready for a restful sleep!

[in he goes! he is dressed for bed yes, though all that really amounts to for him is 'a normal amount of day clothes']

One hopes.

[ If he's wearing the scarf still, that's the first thing he reaches for to tug off. ]

Will this be your first time trying to sleep? Since-- . . .

[he is wearing it but looser than usual; it's easy to unwind and he leans into that]

Well--yes.

[ WITH HIS PATENTED FOOLISH OPTIMISM, as he folds the scarf and puts it on his desk ]

Well -- maybe we'll get lucky and there won't be a nightmare at all!

Whether there is or not...

Thank you.

[ He urges the coat off Charon's shoulders, even more gently than usual ]

... Thank me if it works.

Trying is heavy on the balance, Minuet.

[rolls his shoulders so it slides off them]

[ Just trying doesn't get Charon some peaceful sleep, he does not bother to say.

He just folds the coat and carefully sets it alongside the scarf, like laying out armor. It is, in a way.

That done, he urges him onto the bed. ]

[takes his metal wrist and draws him down with him, if he'll come...]

[ He does; he settles next to him, letting Charon move that arm wherever he'd like it. He doesn't bother with the blankets; if the nightmares are that bad, they'll likely get thrown off anyway. ]

[he'll settle on the armless side so he can press close in a way Minuet can feel, but reach crossbody to hold Minuet's metal hand '-']

I'm all yours.

[ Ah...

He laces their fingers together as a few feathery tendrils ghost across Charon's skin. His throat, his cheek, his hand. Something gentle touches his mind, like a quiet knock on the door. ]

Just try to relax and drift off, if you can.

I'll try.

[he does settle back easily under the touch of the feathers, closing his eyes. it might not be too hard for him to drift off -- he doesn't ever really feel sleepy, but he's always a bit tired, mentally.

the door unlocks and clicks open a hair under Minuet's knock; open, trusting.]

[ He's as inconspicuous as he can be, in a situation where minds are connected -- like a fog blowing in through that cracked door and filling the space behind it.

He doesn't reach out to pass any sentiment one way or another. Just waits, and watches. ]

[at first it's normal, if watching someone fall into sleep and dreaming is ever normal for Minuet. the incessant tick of Charon's conscious thoughts winds down, smoothing into the steady hum of a mind at rest. anything getting chewed on as he lets himself sleep flickers across Minuet's awareness, like bright trails of bubbles in quicksilver liquid:

(--should we really trust a Weed with this upcoming trip--)

(--is Lethe sleeping through the night or--)

(--worried this won't work I'm worried the demon will--)

(--did i forget to put all the dishes away--)

(--how do you convince someone to live when you can't conceive--)

(--even sleep still works when I want it to, what the hell did that wolf mean--)

and then with no warning, all that just plunges down. insofar as he can visualize it, it's like a great grey rift just opened in the floor of this mindscape and everything collapsed in.]

[ Probably need to rail this man some more. He is simply thinking too many thoughts all the time, even while asleep. Good lord. ]

[ Anyway.

He drifts to the edge of that rift, attempting to peer down into it. Is that something Charon's mind just -- did? On its own??? ]

[maybe not. the rift doesn't...feel like part of the substance of Charon's mind, not exactly; it's more like something grafted on. it doesn't vibe like Knives, but it does vibe like knives and it does vibe a little bit like a Gate.

something very, very far away is watching him through it. but he can only see rolling dunes, all in shades of grey. there's a desert down there?]

[ ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT

JUMPS IN IMMEDIATELY ]

[he lands hard, kicking up sand. he's in the middle of a desert battlefield, completely devoid of people or animals. there are all the trappings of armies having been here, the remnants of some enormous clash. empty armor and harness, supply-wagons and ramparts, banners and standards abandoned and hanging limp, spears and arrows and other weapons stuck upright in the earth or scattered across the ground.

all of it is a disquieting, dead shade of grey, as is the sky. there are no suns or moons. there are no clouds or stars. he doesn't see Charon here...?

he himself is still in colour, but it's very cold here, and the silence presses down on him like physical weight. breathing here feels like sacrilege. thought feels like a violation. living, moving existence feels like an absolute affront.

he can try to search the field itself. he can more or less make out where the two armies met in the middle, before they vanished. a strategist would likely have been in the back of one of them, out of the fight proper.

or he can leave this area and head towards what looks like a distant walled city beyond the dunes.]

[ He has a bad habit when it comes to grim, bloodstained places: he can't leave them well enough alone, and this isn't an exception.

He trudges through the wreckage like he could somehow hope to make sense of which side was which, knowing only the barest outline of Charon's larger plan. ]

[it's possible, just from context clues. the style of armor and trappings differ between armies -- one side is heavy, spiked, dark, more impractical-looking, and the symbol on the banners and shields is of an eight-spoked wheel.

the other side is more streamlined, serviceable iron and steel, and its symbol looks like an elaborate, stylized pair of wings.

it's hard to tell who was winning.]

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