Re: Harlem - Snow and *A Thing that Looks Like Stiles
[Stiles is having a nightmare. It will be a long nightmare, filled with hallways and friends-turned-enemies, because the Void Trickster with many names has things to do, and good guests keep their hosts occupied (忙しい,忙しい). Children have so much energy, and Stiles has been having enough nightmares that he hasn't noticed he's not sleeping, not yet. Perhaps he's aware that he's tired no matter how much sleep he gets, and that the nightmares never begin and never really stop, but that's not the same as knowing. It's all one big turning kaleidoscope of real and unreal, and it's just so easy because Stiles's world was never that believable to begin with.
(When is a door not a door, Stiles?
I don't know!)
But he's made for challenge and looking for power, so he's still touring the playground that just got so big (巨大な,巨大な), and he's willing to explore to charge up the metaphysical batteries. He finds Loki's Door without difficulty, too enticed by the descriptions of total chaos (おいしい) to truly plan the thing out. He is greatly looking forward to seeing this colorful world of comic book fantasy, and he's surprised when it is as real as his own, certainly filled with enough ash, enough terror, and all the best things about a war zone.
He likes it, but he's not in control. It is like tasting someone else's cooking.
He crosses a street, moving on Stiles's tennis shoes, enjoying the irony of his t-shirt and his pajama pants, and everyone is screaming, tripping, fleeing, sliding on the ice, but he is walking, walking... very slowly.
One of the invading creatures thinks to attack him, but he picks it up and tosses it aside out of his way. He looks to the side and catches Snow's eyes, his own gaze dark and avid, even friendly. A faint smile. He puts out a finger, slowly at first and then extending it fully, pointing. A man dressed in fur launches himself at her head, club extended.]