Sweet dreams are made of these...

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[mortalcoil]

[under the scent of mildew and woodsmoke, there are all the provocative tinges that come from a space with a long history of old magic. incense and faint decay, and the tang of unholy rites practiced for decades within these walls. it's a family tradition, after all; the languages in the books propping up the candles are older than Latin.

it's a space not meant for strangers.

the boy stands from his crouch, brazenly moving to place himself between the intruder and whatever is under the sheet. maybe he doesn't believe the trespasser's claim, because he only gestures more insistently--pointing at the door and shooing with his hands.]

[lord_wizard]

[He can almost feel that lingering hint of magic, once he has a chance to take it in, but investigating it again comes second to Coil's presence.

His answer, this time, comes with a mild note of annoyance.]

I would if I could, but I'm fairly sure it's locked itself.

[He gestures at the door]

[mortalcoil]

[apparently, the boy really doesn't believe the stranger, because he risks leaving whatever it is under the sheet long enough to impatiently march on over to the door himself.

when he yanks on the handle and all it does is rattle against its own lock, he has give it a few more angry tugs before he finally begins to believe it.

then, he's left just standing there, staring at the door in growing confusion and alarm.]

[lord_wizard]

[Years of living with Gideon made it a little easier to carry on a conversation with someone who can't speak. They had a loophole, of course, but he'd learned quickly to read body language.]

As you can see, I wasn't lying. Perhaps you should consult your landlord about the state of things in here, if locks are locking themselves...

[Which is dryly ironic on purpose, given that he's fairly sure a place like this doesn't have one.

Coil's departure from the center of the room gives him an opening to head that way, however. He makes for the altar, curious. Well, if he was stuck her, he might as well.]

[mortalcoil]

[Coil follows at a safe distance, just quietly fretting but not stepping in to interrupt just yet. the altar is something very important to him, but jumping in and making a big deal of things might bring even more attention to it than there is already.

and the closer Felix gets to the altar, the clearer it will become that this is to honor something unholy. the deity behind this isn't of a religion that just happens to deviate from the norm; the whole point behind it is something wrong. it's a simple tribute of candles and small pieces of animal offerings, in the center of an elaborately-penned sigil, but it silently sings with corrupted energy... and the closer he gets to it, the more he can remember the chanting. it comes from the same place that a childhood lullaby might, nostalgic and melancholy, and the bones of this manor answer it.]

[lord_wizard]

[Felix doesn't really place much stock in the idea of unholy or religion in general, though he absolutely recognizes the darkness soaked into it like a sponge. That noirant energy is familiar, like a childhood nightmare he was sure he often had. It's bone-chilling in it's own way and yet he's one of the few that might not outright call it evil.

He's not fool enough to touch it, though his eyes scan the sigil with wary curiosity before he turns to Coil with an arched brow]

What is this for?

[mortalcoil]

[the sigil has its various arcane marks along the main structural shape of the design, and that shape most resembles a spiral. it's an important, core symbol, and happens to be what the boy is named after-- the coil that touches everything, unraveling and unmaking at the ends of it.

and it's hard to tell what Coil's expression is behind all those bandages. it would probably be a frown, if it didn't hurt to move his face that much.

he hesitates before answering. and the only answer he's really able to give is pointing at himself, insistently.

it's his.]

[lord_wizard]

[The answer is clear enough, and he sighs]

Obviously. But what does this [He mimes the spiral in the air with his finger] mean?

[mortalcoil]

[Felix doesn't touch a thing, but apparently some combination of talking about and tracing a symbol so important to the alter disturbs something enough to have an effect.

the door behind him suddenly pops open with a horrible sound, as it immediately slams into the chain lock still keeping it from opening more than a couple of inches. the little gap is enough to allow a cold breeze to come sweeping in, immediately causing a few of the candles to sputter and die-- including the ones on the altar.

the sound of arcane chanting out in the hall creeps in after the breeze, but the doused candles are apparently of more importance to Coil. the boy ignores whatever is going on beyond the door in favor of immediately hurrying over and trying to usher Felix out of the way so he can relight them.

and while he does so, he urgently points back at the door... presumably ordering Felix to close it.]

[lord_wizard]

[In retrospect he might have realized that focusing so intently on a bit of rather prevalent symbolism would conjure something, especially in a place with at least one foot in the world of dreams. Though that's secondary to the brief jolt of surprise as the door rattles behind him.

He moves aside in a slight daze before Coil's pointed gesturing gets through. He might have tried to light the candles for the boy, but closing the door seems like the most urgent thing to attend to. He's not sure what might be on the other side, but the chill elicits memories of things best left locked away.

It isn't very graceful, but he slams both hands against the door and tries to shove it closed as quickly as he can.]

[mortalcoil]

[the door resists, rattling against his hands as if demanding for someone--either the trespasser or Coil--to address it, before finally shuddering shut. the chanting continues, and Felix could probably slide the shutter away from the peephole to peer into the hall of he so chooses, but otherwise... whatever is out there is successfully shut away.]

[lord_wizard]

[Some things are better left unknown, which Felix knows, but that voice of reason is not always one he heeds. Remaining pressed against the door, he can't resist the almost morbid urge to slide away the shutter and glimpse into the darkness beyond. It's better, at least, than getting Coil to explain it]

don't feel obligated to reply if this is too old!

[mortalcoil]

(continued here, if you want!)