[There's an old cliche thing where, when someone barges into the room, the other person gets startled and bangs their head on the thing they were under. Gus doesn't quite do that, but he's half-in half-out from under the bed when she comes in and the banging and scuffling suggests he has a tougher time getting out than he maybe anticipated.
But he gets out, clutching his treasure: a pair of high heeled shoes that had been tucked in the corner under the bed. Clearly, this house wanted him to have these strange human weapons. He sets them on the covers near Emmiline who's curled up so hard the wrinkles in the comforter have spiraled under her.
Eda comes in without waiting for his permission and he briefly wonders if she did that to Luz back at the Owl House. Probably, he concludes. Poor Luz.
Her question...is a good one. He shrugs.]
You'd think an illusionist would be able to tell the difference between reality and dreams but I'm still not sure.
[He's tired, and it shows in his uncharacteristically muted exuberance. It's not the acute exhaustion he felt when he was first stranded in the human realm, when the uncertainty of The Day of Unity and Belos and the Collector crashed down on him at once and all he could do was curl in on himself and cry, but...same cloth.
The difference may be in the knowing. Eda is standing in front of him right in this moment, alive and well. Back in Gravesfield, everything had been a big question mark: His family, his friend's family, his teachers, his home...everything in Bonesburough that had revolved around the Day of Unity up to that point. Speculating only brought up images of the worst case scenario and not having a way forward for the longest time...it was too much to take any more than one day at a time.
Or maybe it's because everything built on each other, in a way Gus could understand. Belos, Covens, The Day of Unity, The Collector...he could follow it. It was a little convoluted, but he could follow it, understand why it happened. Fantastic and the Alliance are just a random thing that happened to him out of the blue. He had no input in this, and he's still trying to unpack what it means.
This probably isn't what shock feels like, but it might be close. And it could have been worse if his friends hadn't intervened...]
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Date: 2023-06-29 04:01 pm (UTC)But he gets out, clutching his treasure: a pair of high heeled shoes that had been tucked in the corner under the bed. Clearly, this house wanted him to have these strange human weapons. He sets them on the covers near Emmiline who's curled up so hard the wrinkles in the comforter have spiraled under her.
Eda comes in without waiting for his permission and he briefly wonders if she did that to Luz back at the Owl House. Probably, he concludes. Poor Luz.
Her question...is a good one. He shrugs.]
You'd think an illusionist would be able to tell the difference between reality and dreams but I'm still not sure.
[He's tired, and it shows in his uncharacteristically muted exuberance. It's not the acute exhaustion he felt when he was first stranded in the human realm, when the uncertainty of The Day of Unity and Belos and the Collector crashed down on him at once and all he could do was curl in on himself and cry, but...same cloth.
The difference may be in the knowing. Eda is standing in front of him right in this moment, alive and well. Back in Gravesfield, everything had been a big question mark: His family, his friend's family, his teachers, his home...everything in Bonesburough that had revolved around the Day of Unity up to that point. Speculating only brought up images of the worst case scenario and not having a way forward for the longest time...it was too much to take any more than one day at a time.
Or maybe it's because everything built on each other, in a way Gus could understand. Belos, Covens, The Day of Unity, The Collector...he could follow it. It was a little convoluted, but he could follow it, understand why it happened. Fantastic and the Alliance are just a random thing that happened to him out of the blue. He had no input in this, and he's still trying to unpack what it means.
This probably isn't what shock feels like, but it might be close. And it could have been worse if his friends hadn't intervened...]
Thanks for coming to get me, by the way.