[ He's grown so used to the pattern. He tries to enter the Horizon, and every time, Rhy opens his eyes to see the monolith of the Singularity looming over him. Always. In the crater, next to the big stone artefact -- and then, usually to his domain or that of the person he's decided to visit.
So when he winds up in a room he's never seen before, full of moving pictures and lights and a cat (and Jack, apparently), he really has no idea what to think. ]
What?
Is this place yours?
[ It tumbles out, no preamble.
And before Rhy can say anything else, one of the screens begins playing something new.
The room is beautiful -- richly furnished, with drapes of various colors hanging around the enormous bed painting the ceiling like a dawn sky, thick rugs cushioning the intricate inlaid floor and leading to an open space in front of a marble fireplace that takes up half the wall. There is a couch in this larger, front part of what are clearly ridiculously lavish personal chambers. On the couch sits a young man.
Tall and thin with a shock of red hair, the man -- Kell -- sits pinned by helmeted guards on either side of him, his wrists cuffed in solid iron manacles carved with some sort of spellwork. He is struggling. His eyes -- one blue and the other pitch-black all around with not even a sliver of white or iris showing -- are fixed on Rhy, who sits across the couch in a high-backed chair, a teacup on the ornate side table next to him. He has leaned far forward, regarding the red-haired man with a smile that is all jagged edges and scornful glee. A look he wears like an ill-fitting suit put on inside out, unnerving and wrong.
There is no sound. Rhy's mouth moves, an uncharacteristic sneer warping his features as he reaches over and tangles a hand in his prisoner's red hair, pressing his cheek to Kell's bloody face to whisper something in his ear.
His other hand holds a dagger to Kell's chest, the tip of it sliding down to pop open his shirt buttons. Pressing against the fair skin revealed beneath.
Immediately, Rhy forgets about Jack. He turns, staring in horror at the picture about halfway through the scene, when he realizes what he's seeing.
And suddenly rushes it, aiming to apparently punch the TV until it stops. ]
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So when he winds up in a room he's never seen before, full of moving pictures and lights and a cat (and Jack, apparently), he really has no idea what to think. ]
What?
Is this place yours?
[ It tumbles out, no preamble.
And before Rhy can say anything else, one of the screens begins playing something new.
Immediately, Rhy forgets about Jack. He turns, staring in horror at the picture about halfway through the scene, when he realizes what he's seeing.
And suddenly rushes it, aiming to apparently punch the TV until it stops. ]