[ if this is a dream, it feels far too real to be an actual dream, because the air is choking hot, streaked with red and black, a familiar, terrible oppressive kind of suffocation that all three of the moriarty brothers know too well.
the moriarty manor is on fire.
it's not the one that they have here in noctium, no, but it's easily recognisable as their manor back in london, not the childhood manor razed to the ground, but the one that they had built a life for themselves, their plans and goals going alight in a blaze of fire.
and louis stands in the middle of the flames, seemingly unaffected by the heat, the crumbling of the manor as it burns to ash around him.
[Albert doesn't know when he walked into this... But one moment he was in the greenhouse and the next he was surrounded by unrelenting heat, his vision distorting as his hands were licked by flames.
Now he stands here, thinking he's alone, his mind traveling back to his youth... But the building isn't the same. No, this isn't his childhood home. This isn't the manor in Noctium, either. It's their manor in London. He knows that after a moment, when he sees a shattered picture frame on the ground, the edges of the small portrait curling in the heat.
Turning around, he sees Louis, and his heart sinks.]
[ the heat feels real, but the fire won't hurt them, not while this is still the domain of louis's dreamscape - he could never bring himself to hurt his older brother, after all.
louis glances back - and for a moment, it looks like he's surprised to see albert standing there, too, even as the flames continue to lick at the portrait, eating at the visages of albert, and william, leaving the printed image of louis untouched by the flames. ]
Albert nii-san.
[ there's a crack in his tone, one that betrays the same kind of turmoil that's simmering under their bond, something that albert can feel too. ]
[Albert nods, then tries to approach Louis. The fire flares up in front of him, blocking his path, singeing his shirt at the wrist. He recoils, looking around for a moment as the fire gets closer.]
[ if albert looks closely, the fire that springs up is more a wall, a barrier - blocking him from getting closer to where louis is in the heart of the flames, even as they continue to flicker so that they're not completely cut-off. ]
Nii-san--
[ but the flames will part for louis, since this is his dreamscape, after all, alarm seeping into his tone as the flames singe the end of albert's shirt, and ]
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dreamsharing, idk when but it happened sometime
the moriarty manor is on fire.
it's not the one that they have here in noctium, no, but it's easily recognisable as their manor back in london, not the childhood manor razed to the ground, but the one that they had built a life for themselves, their plans and goals going alight in a blaze of fire.
and louis stands in the middle of the flames, seemingly unaffected by the heat, the crumbling of the manor as it burns to ash around him.
what will you do, albert? ]
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Now he stands here, thinking he's alone, his mind traveling back to his youth... But the building isn't the same. No, this isn't his childhood home. This isn't the manor in Noctium, either. It's their manor in London. He knows that after a moment, when he sees a shattered picture frame on the ground, the edges of the small portrait curling in the heat.
Turning around, he sees Louis, and his heart sinks.]
Louis?
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louis glances back - and for a moment, it looks like he's surprised to see albert standing there, too, even as the flames continue to lick at the portrait, eating at the visages of albert, and william, leaving the printed image of louis untouched by the flames. ]
Albert nii-san.
[ there's a crack in his tone, one that betrays the same kind of turmoil that's simmering under their bond, something that albert can feel too. ]
You're here.
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Louis... did this, didn't I?
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Nii-san--
[ but the flames will part for louis, since this is his dreamscape, after all, alarm seeping into his tone as the flames singe the end of albert's shirt, and ]
I never meant for you to find out about this.
[ no one was supposed to know. ]
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No... He can't think that way. He has to be here for his brothers. They're fine, aren't they...?]
...You were never going to tell me. I understand.