I… don’t disagree. And of all people, he’s probably the safest person I could confide in about it.
It’s just… I’ve had some really bad experiences when I’ve told people about it in the past. So it’s hard for me to bring it up.
@jayvi_game No, I don’t. He’s a gracious man. I would be far more surprised if he made a fuss over any of it.
I get headaches and nosebleeds all the time. Dmitri had nothing to do with it.
I… don’t know what we are, but we aren’t…
What was he even doing there in the first place? He must have been watching through the window. That’s… I don’t know how to feel. But it crossed a line.
And the things he said about Dmitri, who has been nothing but kind to me…
Jayce took me back to my dorm, and I sent him on to his own. He tried to stay, he wanted to make sure I was alright, but I… I don’t know. I just needed to be alone for a while.
I’m okay, I’m just… unsettled.
I still feel rather disoriented after that episode last night. It was… different, from my usual visions. Bleeding into reality itself.
I don’t know what to make of it. Usually, there’s at least something tangible to them, like a memory I haven’t had yet. But this was just… chaos.
@para_Dmitri@para_Jayce {Viktor lets out a weary sigh, letting his head fall back against the shower. His shirt is ruined, and his head is still throbbing.}
Let’s go home, Jayce.
{Viktor braces himself over the sink, gripping its edges as he pants through the pain. His head throbs, and his vision wavers, strange colors bleeding into the edges. Pressure builds behind his sinuses. He squeezes his eyes shut, mouth falling open around a silent groan as he tries to endure it.
Something wet plinks into the sink.
He opens his eyes. A dark, viscous fluid pools against the porcelain. For a moment, he simply stares, bewildered. Then his gaze lifts to the mirror.
Black fluid is dripping from his nose.
He wipes at it, only to find his hands smeared with it. He stumbles backward in alarm, striking the shower enclosure and collapsing against it with a clatter.
A strange, warbling noise fills his ears. Beneath it, a dull, muffled thumping, as though he were submerged underwater. He looks up again, eyes wide, cold sweat clamming his skin.
The mirror is breaking.
Hairline cracks begin to spread across its surface, branching and multiplying. Black lines spider outward, growing thicker, pulsing as they creep beyond the glass and along the walls. They spread, engulfing everything in their path, swallowing the room whole—
Suddenly, the door bursts open.}
{Viktor blinks at him, then lowers his gaze to his hands. The black fluid is gone. He touches his nose, and his fingers come away red. His eyes flick up to the mirror. Intact. Unbroken.
Everything is normal. It’s just a nosebleed.}
…I… Yes, I’m fine. It’s just a headache, I—
{He frowns}
Wait… what are you doing here?
{He sighs, taking a long sip of tea before carefully setting the cup back down. The flavor is a little unusual, though perhaps that’s simply because it’s a brand he’s unfamiliar with.}
Perhaps I could show you what I’ve written so far and suggest a few ways to improve it based on what you’ve told me… Then you can tell me whether I’m on the right track?
I just don’t understand. I followed every instruction to the letter. I was under the impression the potion had yielded precisely the results he was looking for…