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- XIV - On the other side of the mirror Henry hadn’t said a single word while they were in the air. He stared out of the little round window, watching fat white clouds swim lazily around the plane, letting the blue sky to peek through random rips in the fluffy fabric. Julian was sitting in the back of the plane, Raven’s head in his lap, and he kept muttering something under his breath almost nonstop, running his fingers through Raven’s hair. When they finally landed, it w
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She is not operating it -- she can only throw in random illusions, that's all. Labyrinth itself. No, because they are not corporeal; their physical bodies are being taken care of. Feeling tired is more of a psychological aspect. There is (or there is not) a possibility of an explanation of the haircut in upcoming chapters 😶
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She wouldn't. At first, she just wanted "to play," not knowing that she wouldn't get the painting after all, and the incantation would be useless as well. And without the painting she couldn't operate the labyrinth. Also she could only create illusions, but not something corporeal.
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- XIII - Raven had no idea which way they were going by now; the damn labyrinth definitely lived up to its name, twisting, and turning, and splitting into impossible forks. Desmond would pause for several seconds once in a while, a small frown pulling his eyebrows together, and then he would choose the direction. Raven didn’t argue with him -- by now, he simply didn’t care. Desmond would inevitably start hissing scrambled profanities every time they would end up in yet another dead-end
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How would I know...? 🤨
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Remember red eyes in the mirror? 😐
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- XII - Raven had no idea how much time had passed – it was impossible to tell time in this place. He also wasn’t sure if time even ran the same way here as it did in reality. They walked through the mirrors slowly, staying close to each other – they were perfectly aware of the fact that if they managed to get separated in this place, they would probably never find each other again. “This is useless,” Raven said finally in a tired and frustrated voice after they backtracked after y
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“I also will have to get that frame out of the car” -- he left the frame in the back seat of the car, self-reminder of a sort.
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- XI - He shoved non-resisting Henry into the front door of the house when they finally got there, and pushed him into the general direction of the study. “Third door on your right,” he said shortly and headed towards the stairs. “Don’t even think of running out of the house!” Henry gave him a dull, indifferent look and slowly walked towards the study. He looked like someone who didn’t care about anything anymore. Julian threw a quick glance at him, turned around, and quickly w
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Magda? No, even I wouldn't do something that perverted!
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She wasn't his mate -- just a girlfriend.
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- X - The first attack got Julian completely by surprise; however, he immediately knew whom he was facing. A goddamn puppeteer, he thought furiously, trying to fight off the unexpected intrusion, his will bucking wildly, trying to kick the hateful attacker away. Then there was a second attack – a hell of a lot more brutal than the first one. Julian desperately tried holding onto the last shreds of his disappearing free will, understanding perfectly that if he kept resisting, there woul
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It might or might not get explained later
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You sic your reflection on it, of course!
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- IX - “Emma, get the painting,” Henry said several minutes later, after his companion lowered herself into one of the big chairs in the living room, throwing her slender legs over the arm of the chair. “Leave him alone! Just get the...” “Leave him alone?” Emma repeated incredulously. “Are you kidding me? Oh, hell, no!” She looked at the blond who stood frozen in the middle of the living room, and smiled. “I am going to have some fun first. Seriously, just look at him...!” “I’d
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Same here. However, that hadn't occurred to anyone yet. Also, destroying that picture while someone is still trapped in there wouldn't be the smartest move to make -- it would probably trap them in there for good. Ah, but there is no magic involved. Remember, Julian scanned it for magic & found nothing. That I do not know 😶
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- VIII - By 10:30 in the evening, Callum ran every single test on Raven that she could think of; she found nothing. “There are some traces of Noxum in his system,” she told Julian when Raven was finally lowered into the hospital bed. “He had taken those pills before,” the blond interrupted her, his eyes dark. “It never had such an effect on him.” The doctor shook her head somewhat impatiently. “Noxum is definitely not the one to blame for his current condition,” she sai
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Might be, but remember -- Desmond did it without realizing it, but Raven knew exactly what he was doing.
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No, the painting had nothing to do with that. He just felt guilty (yes, he is capable of feeling guilty; in his own way, and only with Raven, but still) that he doubted Raven, when he immediately believed that he was cheating on him. Also, only with Raven he'd ever say, "I will owe him; I am fine with that."
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Because he was scanning primarily for magic. I am pretty sure you wouldn't steal that cognac bottle either 😐
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That's because you have common sense. Well, more than she does... 😜 I wouldn't say that...
