?They?re going to take her back. If he doesn?t help her they will take her. She?ll be so far away and we won?t be able to reach her. Not through that darkness, not through the shadows, the ferry man wouldn?t take our coin. He knows us to well.?
?Finch??
The Dreamer looked with the startled eyes of blue as a hand paused in its braiding as she glanced to the shimmery, wavering presence of Delirium in her mirror. Pheus knew well enough to not look over her shoulder to seek out Delirium because she knew the girl would not be there.
Finch was more then a delusion or a figment of the imagination, but her existence was more a conjure of illusion and insanity then truth of stability.
?Yes. Yes. Yes. I?m trapped here too? he has me again. It?s up to you to tell him? if he cares? Does he care? Do any of them. The darkest of us is the easy one to be lost and they don?t know.?
The frantic rhymes and tangents of Finch?s musical voice danced and darted like the bird she was named after as Pheus watched her sister?s presence in the mirror.
?You have to tell him. Have the King work sense in the Darkling before they take her? and they will? they want her so bad? and she doesn?t care. Not anymore. She thinks she?s alone.?
Pheus winced as she heard that yelp of pain. She knew what the colors meant as they painted a new hue across the flesh of Finch.
?Help her. You must. He must or we all will die if the Death Raven goes mad??
The illusion, the conversation shattered and splintered leaving nothing more then the startled eyes staring back at her from her reflection.
The brush fell from her hand in a harsh clatter against the vanity as that thread of pain lanced through her, the starting of connections between the three growing far more fragile then ever before? those ties? were being severed string by string of soul threads.
Her fingers touched to her temple even as she felt the dreams alter around her, to change the physical appearance of the Dream Maiden once more. Still of the silvery blue depths and the wispy mane of mist and ash, snow and ice but now was the presence of one? who knew that in order to save them and herself? they had to find a way to free Solah from the grip of Thanatos.
It was never an easy feat to escape the Hand of Death, a far harder task to free another from his icy grip.
?Finch??
The Dreamer looked with the startled eyes of blue as a hand paused in its braiding as she glanced to the shimmery, wavering presence of Delirium in her mirror. Pheus knew well enough to not look over her shoulder to seek out Delirium because she knew the girl would not be there.
Finch was more then a delusion or a figment of the imagination, but her existence was more a conjure of illusion and insanity then truth of stability.
?Yes. Yes. Yes. I?m trapped here too? he has me again. It?s up to you to tell him? if he cares? Does he care? Do any of them. The darkest of us is the easy one to be lost and they don?t know.?
The frantic rhymes and tangents of Finch?s musical voice danced and darted like the bird she was named after as Pheus watched her sister?s presence in the mirror.
?You have to tell him. Have the King work sense in the Darkling before they take her? and they will? they want her so bad? and she doesn?t care. Not anymore. She thinks she?s alone.?
Pheus winced as she heard that yelp of pain. She knew what the colors meant as they painted a new hue across the flesh of Finch.
?Help her. You must. He must or we all will die if the Death Raven goes mad??
The illusion, the conversation shattered and splintered leaving nothing more then the startled eyes staring back at her from her reflection.
The brush fell from her hand in a harsh clatter against the vanity as that thread of pain lanced through her, the starting of connections between the three growing far more fragile then ever before? those ties? were being severed string by string of soul threads.
Her fingers touched to her temple even as she felt the dreams alter around her, to change the physical appearance of the Dream Maiden once more. Still of the silvery blue depths and the wispy mane of mist and ash, snow and ice but now was the presence of one? who knew that in order to save them and herself? they had to find a way to free Solah from the grip of Thanatos.
It was never an easy feat to escape the Hand of Death, a far harder task to free another from his icy grip.