[ Matthew obediently allows himself to be checked over, making no move to shrug away the hand on his neck. ]
Don't be mad, [ he asks, briefly touching Ronan's forearm in a small attempt to calm him down, offer some comfort. ] I don't really get it. Everything went all weird like the whole world was falling apart, and then, umm, I guess I passed out or something.
[ Or something. His nose scrunches. It was very weird, like reaching the part of a video game where it asks "Do you want to continue?", so he selected "Yes" and then there was a cutscene and now he's here. Except he doesn't totally remember what the cutscene was.
(In actuality, having no magic of his own, or the technological resources to create his own escape route, Matthew just piggybacked his way here on his dream connections. That's what we're going with.) ]
And when I woke up I was on the beach. And this huge butterfly started talking to me.
[ Because that's normal. Said butterfly has crawled its way up his shirt and is now chilling on his shoulder, looking at Ronan with its thousand butterfly eyes. The daemon is almost a little creepy, but there's also a dreamy, otherworldly quality in its colors and markings that make the thing more pleasant. ]
If we're here, Declan's gotta be, though, right? We just have to find him.
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Don't be mad, [ he asks, briefly touching Ronan's forearm in a small attempt to calm him down, offer some comfort. ] I don't really get it. Everything went all weird like the whole world was falling apart, and then, umm, I guess I passed out or something.
[ Or something. His nose scrunches. It was very weird, like reaching the part of a video game where it asks "Do you want to continue?", so he selected "Yes" and then there was a cutscene and now he's here. Except he doesn't totally remember what the cutscene was.
(In actuality, having no magic of his own, or the technological resources to create his own escape route, Matthew just piggybacked his way here on his dream connections. That's what we're going with.) ]
And when I woke up I was on the beach. And this huge butterfly started talking to me.
[ Because that's normal. Said butterfly has crawled its way up his shirt and is now chilling on his shoulder, looking at Ronan with its thousand butterfly eyes. The daemon is almost a little creepy, but there's also a dreamy, otherworldly quality in its colors and markings that make the thing more pleasant. ]
If we're here, Declan's gotta be, though, right? We just have to find him.