Ronan has always had a complicated relationship with mirrors.
When he wakes from the dream, he assumes he's brought it back with him. The mirror. It doesn't appear right beside him upon waking, but it wouldn't be the first time a dream object manifested a short distance away from his body.
He knows this much: He doesn't want to look at it.
The dream itself isn't so strange. It's not unusual to be greeted as an equal by some entity or another when he's in the world of dreams. After all, in that world, he's a king. No — it's the rest of the day that's strange, beginning with the mirror. Because, unlike every other time he manifests something from a dream, he's not paralyzed upon waking.
The mirror. The mirror. It's on the floor beside the bed, propped at such an angle that he'll catch his reflection in it when he sits up, and he refuses to. He kicks the blanket over it before launching himself off the bed to get dressed and start the day. He'll get rid of the mirror later.
The mirror — the same mirror — is waiting for him in the stairwell. It's hanging on the wall, this time at the perfect height to force Ronan to catch sight of his face upon its cracked surface.
It should be his face.
It isn't.
The Lace is staring back at him. It doesn't have eyes, of course, but Ronan nevertheless understands that it's staring at him. The shock of it sends ice down his spine and nearly trips him up. He stumbles backwards, barely catching himself before he can go tumbling down the stairs.
"Shit," he hisses under his breath. "Shit, shit."
The Lace is Hennessy's baggage, not Ronan's. If she's gone and dreamt up some Lace bullshit around the castle, it's going to be his responsibility to fix it.
He yanks the mirror off the wall, avoiding the Lace's gaze as he marches the rest of the way down the stairs and out to the courtyard. Because it's a dream object (it must be) he's not sure whether breaking the mirror will release the malevolent nightmare entity that's trapped inside it.
So he finds the most remote shrub and starts digging into the soft dirt just beneath it. A strange sight, to be spontaneously gardening while dressed in fine garb for court business.
As it turns out, he'll be doing this often over the course of the next week.
Ronan Lynch | Thorne | Sannleikr | Emergence (OTA)
When he wakes from the dream, he assumes he's brought it back with him. The mirror. It doesn't appear right beside him upon waking, but it wouldn't be the first time a dream object manifested a short distance away from his body.
He knows this much: He doesn't want to look at it.
The dream itself isn't so strange. It's not unusual to be greeted as an equal by some entity or another when he's in the world of dreams. After all, in that world, he's a king. No — it's the rest of the day that's strange, beginning with the mirror. Because, unlike every other time he manifests something from a dream, he's not paralyzed upon waking.
The mirror. The mirror. It's on the floor beside the bed, propped at such an angle that he'll catch his reflection in it when he sits up, and he refuses to. He kicks the blanket over it before launching himself off the bed to get dressed and start the day. He'll get rid of the mirror later.
The mirror — the same mirror — is waiting for him in the stairwell. It's hanging on the wall, this time at the perfect height to force Ronan to catch sight of his face upon its cracked surface.
It should be his face.
It isn't.
The Lace is staring back at him. It doesn't have eyes, of course, but Ronan nevertheless understands that it's staring at him. The shock of it sends ice down his spine and nearly trips him up. He stumbles backwards, barely catching himself before he can go tumbling down the stairs.
"Shit," he hisses under his breath. "Shit, shit."
The Lace is Hennessy's baggage, not Ronan's. If she's gone and dreamt up some Lace bullshit around the castle, it's going to be his responsibility to fix it.
He yanks the mirror off the wall, avoiding the Lace's gaze as he marches the rest of the way down the stairs and out to the courtyard. Because it's a dream object (it must be) he's not sure whether breaking the mirror will release the malevolent nightmare entity that's trapped inside it.
So he finds the most remote shrub and starts digging into the soft dirt just beneath it. A strange sight, to be spontaneously gardening while dressed in fine garb for court business.
As it turns out, he'll be doing this often over the course of the next week.