Re: Eames/Holly: dreaming
The boy wasn't super interested in flash. He wanted to be able to bite down on gold and not bend it with his teeth. He understood that the larger boy was into looking like a thing, but the smaller boy? He wanted to be a thing, and he was stubborn as could be. Anyway, he was the captain now, and he needed to want what captains wanted. The previous captain? Had been a good person, and the boy reasoned that was the reason he'd never come back. He was sure the captain had wanted to, or... he'd been sure at the start. Now? He alternated between sadness and anger, but he wasn't going to show that to his new crew member. "It doesn't matter why he didn't come back. All that matters is that he didn't, and I'm the new captain, and you're the new quartermaster," he explained loftily. The boy was naturally bossy.
Said bossiness led to their movement through the crawl spaces and out into the hall. A black and white hall, and a flickering menace in their wake.
The boy wasn't expecting to get his wrist grabbed, but he didn't like it. He didn't want to be touched. He didn't like being touched. For good or ill, touching was either weakness or, well, weakness, and, no. He wrested his grip free, but he did skid to a stop in front of the unfamiliar door. The thing? Still followed, and they would be sent away if it came. And not just sent away, but, you know, ended, and so the boy opened the unfamiliar door, and he fell. Down, down, down, and he landed in a filthy room that opened up onto other filthy rooms. The walls were still mold-water ship walls, and here there was color again, but there was no sea-spill and no list.
The boy recognized the room. "He isn't here," he said, standing up and brushing off. The flickering man, he wasn't here. The boy would know if the man was here, and he moved away from the center of the room and toward a bed that sat at one end, cream and pale pink, rotting, really. The blankets and pillowcases and all of that, rotting. The boy stood in front of it, a scowl on his face, and then he turned to look at the other boy. "Where did that door come from?" he asked. He'd studied the maps, and the door was new. His gaze narrowed.