How many times had it been now he had been fainting a lot more especially when he was coming to meetings and seeing Francois, he wasn't sure why this was happening as he rolled over, he slept in late this time. It was unusual for him to sleep in as he turned over his white sleep shirt with cupcakes wrinkled his usually perfect hair a mess as he turned over God he felt ill.
Allan sighed since when was Oliver ever been so sick, he made him worry. He slowly grabbed his favorite cupcake teacup making his usual a strawberry sweet just as he liked it as he brought it in seeing the other wake up. "Hey old man I brought your favorite up...how are you feeling...?" he asked worried tone as he looked to the others pale face.
"Same as usual now a days thank you dear..." he mumbled lightly taking the cup taking a sip of the sweet liquid smiling at the taste. "It's wonderful thank you Allan dear unfortunately I am still tired....and not feeling up for anything much thank you for helping keep the house tidy..." he said sweetly to his adopted boy rubbing his cheek sweetly smiling.
"There's been some weird markings forming on my wrist not sure what from maybe it's an allergic reaction?" he wasn't sure rolling his sleeves up to the faint yet, pretty noticeable dark marks as he wasn't sure as he held his arms out "They don't itch or anything" he mumbled softly as he saw Allans face grab his wrist.
"SHIT DUDE THATS BAD!" he shouted concerned a bit seeing his marks as Oliver winced. "Allan dear careful your grip!" he mumbled as he felt the other release him. "I am alright I promise you're alright your just worried I am sure it's nothing too big of a deal.
"I-if you are sure should try to eat something to soon" he mumbled concerned a bit as he sighed softly. "I will I am feeling a tad better than I did the other day.." he said softly smiling as he had a conversation with the other before the tan American left the room after he finished his tea and a couple of the cookies, he had brought with it.
"God what is going on with me what even are these dreams doing to my body..." he trailed off looking at his beautiful white mirror in the corner of the room sighing a bit getting semi dressed walking over to his mirror starting in the mirror fixing his hair only to flinched as he swore, he saw someone looking back as he let out a small scream terrified of what seemed to be cold dark eyes looking back at him slinging his brush into the mirror as it crashed he collapsed away from it.
His eyes flashed red for two seconds as he gritted "You damn creature of hell!" he snapped out his voice sounded off of fear sure it was still heavily accented as his own but completely different as he snapped out of it once Allan came back into the room. "Shit if you hated the mirror that much old man you could've had me move it he said as his usual jackass of his self he typically was as he sighed grabbing the broom starting to clean up the fragments off the floor.
Tears fell down the Pink haired males face as he gripped Allan pulling him down to him "I-I don't know what's going on with me Allan all these memories everything all of it it's like I am going insane about living another person's life" he spilled out. "Memories that feel as if there my own all of it I can't even be in the same room as Francois..." he hiccupped just trembling.
"Hey.........shit take it easy..." Allan finally broke his own silence as he listens to the other fully "Does anyone else know that's been happening?" he mumbled getting a shake of the head from the other. "Alright let's get you to bed and have another meeting soon this time about you..." he mumbled.
He looked a bit squeamish seeing the blood on the others cheek from him breaking the mirror the glass cutting his cheek "An get your cheek cleaned up you're bleeding he said grabbing a nearby towel placing it to his cheek picking up his Father figure carefully back onto the bed going to go grab the first aid kit.
Though most of the time he could handle other people's blood he couldn't stand for Oliver to bleed after all he was the quietest member of their family and typically didn't cause problems unless his family was harmed. "Hold still...." he mumbled sitting down dabbing a cotton ball to his cheek doused in rubbing alcohol resulting in a wince from the Brit as he treated it bandaging it up. "You're lucky it was just one cut old man that could've been way worse. He sighed what did you even see anyway?" he questioned.
"I-If my memory of creatures aids me a Fauchere...?" he wasn't sure that had to be what it was no mistaken white hair blue ears and a lit tail no doubt that's what he saw. "There are creatures of the Dreamscape that feed on dreams and desires of a host" of course resulting in the American rolling his eyes Tsking "Sooooo the equivalent to a monster under the bed but a mirror?" he raised an eyebrow.
"No Dear these creatures truly exist and are very dangerous though what I saw I am pretty sure was just an illusion of one..." he mumbled. "I think I need rest....still is all maybe that will help so sorry for roping you into my illness my dear..." he said as he looked up to him.
"You raised me it's the least I can do for you alright? Now hang tight and I'll call a meeting to discuss this with those magic weirdos your friends with alright?" he mumbled out as he sighed. "I-I love yah old man so don't you dare fucking die to something as stupid as this fucking make-believe world and creature alright?" he said with that taking his leave to go make preparations to call up Oliver's magic colleges.
Oliver nodded as he settled back into the bed as he looked to the ceiling as he looked at the markings again on his arm that was his voice but, yet so different than his own. God he was tired as he laid there trailing over one of his books reading, he hated being bed ridden. As he felt himself drifting off again "Magi? Magi come on please come back to me lets be together forever..." he flinched there was that voice again God it was getting rather annoying not knowing the face to the way to familiar voice but eventually him being exhausted still he eventually shut his blue eyes falling asleep in his comfortable bed.
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The start of a new life.
FanfictionWhere do the Arcana go after the death in the dreamscape Magician always wonder while part of them remained with these outsiders their existence was still very much present in the dreamscape.
