[ was it the possession resonance? ah, yes, he can feel it. like sound waves bouncing off walls and coming back to him, from a haunted child to a haunted home— the prickling behind his neck at every turn as he followed the mismagius was chilling and stirring. it was strange. he can tell the wards were there, because the silence hissed quietly within him when they were in range. the thing was quelled and slumbering now— no need for a racket it didn’t have energy for.
(also, the portrait? the steps down and back up the stairs at least two times to make sure it wasn’t just his imagination that the eyes— oh, never mind!)
finally, the tension lifts. the glitter comes in full force and the room seems lively and occupied. occupied indeed by the elder boy that makes his chest freeze and push his heart to his throat. oh, dipper. falco doesn’t know what to do in turn or what he should be feeling. relief, remorse, of course— but, perhaps first comes first: the exhale he lets out was the only signal of him having held his breath, stepping over cautiously and with his head low, but eyes up. ]
Dipper . . .
[ this time, they could reach each other. this time, there wasn’t a whirl between them and a demon breaching reality. his blanket covered lap receives a tentative hover of the boy’s hand, as if trying to make sure this was all as real as he wanted it to be.
agh, his eyes are already blinking and shimmering up a storm. he smiles with a slight quirk too, just to match, but he’s not sure for how long he could keep it. ]
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(also, the portrait? the steps down and back up the stairs at least two times to make sure it wasn’t just his imagination that the eyes— oh, never mind!)
finally, the tension lifts. the glitter comes in full force and the room seems lively and occupied. occupied indeed by the elder boy that makes his chest freeze and push his heart to his throat. oh, dipper. falco doesn’t know what to do in turn or what he should be feeling. relief, remorse, of course— but, perhaps first comes first: the exhale he lets out was the only signal of him having held his breath, stepping over cautiously and with his head low, but eyes up. ]
Dipper . . .
[ this time, they could reach each other. this time, there wasn’t a whirl between them and a demon breaching reality. his blanket covered lap receives a tentative hover of the boy’s hand, as if trying to make sure this was all as real as he wanted it to be.
agh, his eyes are already blinking and shimmering up a storm. he smiles with a slight quirk too, just to match, but he’s not sure for how long he could keep it. ]
How’re you feeling—?