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Day in, day out, all is routine.

Others come in a regular ebb and flow. Old fluids, new fluids, clean this, tidy that, make sure things aren't getting worse, hope things are getting better.

He's still breathing, the only movement he's done himself since his arrival. He's still feverish, if not as bad as he was at first. He's still, even if the shadows seem like they're winding here and there.

But today, something new happens. Or it happened. Who knows if anyone actually witnessed it happening? It was so quick that one could argue it didn't happen at all except for the obvious evidence that it did.

Lucas is most definitely not awake.

But his eyes are open.

[ooc: Have a lump post. Threadhopping encouraged. Psychic/magic/whatever pups answering the previous request for help, have a dragon!]

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Autor pulls up a chair for her. "Which nouns should we be using?"

Edited 2014-02-11 00:04 (UTC)

Mia holds up a hand to both boys, still on shaky ground metaphysically speaking.

"Who are you? Can you tell all of us?"

I can, echoes in all three of their skulls, taking Mia's words as introduction. I am the Des-

There's a hesitation. The introduction, to some, is a bit much.

That is, I am the Dark Dragon.

"Whoa. That's new."

Autor flinches at the sound. "What do you want with Lucas?" he asks. "He awoke you, right? What does 'passing his heart on' mean?"

You misunderstand, the Dragon continues, the reverberations aimed mainly at Autor but still audible. He is the one who woke me up. He is the one who wanted.

Mia reaches to put a hand on Autor's shoulder, as if to pull him away from his own questions.

Lucas's heart is my heart and his will my will.

"So… he is still in there?"

Autor glances at the hand, but proceeds anyway. "Do you... know how long he'll be out?"

The silence is almost as palpable as the energy.

"We're not going to like the answer, are we?" Mia asks, having her guess.

No.

She squeezes her fingers on Autor's shoulder.

He will be up soon.

For given values of soon.

"There..." Mia begins. "There were repercussions, weren't there? To you taking residence with Lucas?"

Yes.

"Repercussions how?" Enzo demands.

Autor squeezes Mia's fingers with his free hand, nodding at her.

Then he adjusts his glasses and waits for the Dragon's answer to Enzo's question--the same he himself would have asked.

Mia reaches and grabs Enzo's hand. She's going to give both of them a talking-to after all of this.

There's a puff like a dragon's snort in Enzo's direction.

Lucas is now free to create what his heart wants. But before new creation can take place, there has to be destruction.

Enzo is, to be frank, less concerned with whom he is addressing than with checking his own temper on principle, but either way, Mia's hand-holding helps. He takes a couple of deep breaths—in through the nose, out through the mouth—and responds with greater, if forced, calm.

"Destruction of what?"

"Their whole world," Autor murmurs, eyes wide. "The Dark Dragon is the power of the entire earth, remember?"

Yes, the Dark Dragon confirms. We are all that remains of the ashes until Lucas shapes it anew.

"Crash and restart," Enzo murmurs, falling back on a familiar analogy. He focuses on his breathing, and the fact that he has such an event to thank for his own existence, and tries not to freak out.

"Does Lucas know he has this... responsibility?" Autor asks, shifting the book under his arm.

He accepts it now as dreaming. I will help hold him together when he wakes up, but the longer he spends recovering physically, the better.

And then, because they've been so insistent on them, Thank you for the fluids.

"Oh. You're welcome." Almost on autopilot, he asks, since he's able: "Would he... you... whoever be able to take solid food?"

"Thank you," Autor says, gently shaking off Mia's hand to bow in the direction of the bed, "for telling us all of this."

Not yet, the Dragon says regarding solid food. He should probably take the fluids in himself for a while before that happens.

Mia takes her hand back from Autor and rubs at her cheek. She bows as well.

"Thank you for your graciousness," she adds.

You all shall have it, friends of Lucas.

"Yeah. Thanks. Sorry about... we've just been really worried about him."

Fluids and rest. He'll be okay. And once he's ready, his world will be okay.

It's okay.

"If you two wouldn't mind joining me?" Mia asks in a way that isn't a request.

And to her credit, when she pulls them back to her booth, she does so by their hands and not their ears.

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