Re: Revenge of the Dads
The power between the pair was sufficient enough to slip by a distracted Higgs' defences and find where his soul resided. Higgs had hardly been discrete about what, or rather where, his soul resided.
It was still a long, grey, dark stony beach but everything felt... floaty and light, yet possessing gravity.. Loki's long hair raised from his body as though he was under water. Rhysand could feel the flow of water and life past his wings. The reason, was obvious, they were indeed both underwater. It stretched from the ground and into the sky as far as they could see upwards. It sat ontop of the ocean waves crashing into the beach. Yet both could breathe. Functionally this place was as the "real world" or rather the beach of Higgs' mindscape, but psuedo-submerged. The water washed the colour from everything, what little there was, turning everything into a greyscale, black and white and pallid version of itself.
But this strange and arcane detail aside, the truly sharp inhale, breath-taking sight of this soulscape was not as apparently benign. There were hundreds, upon hundreds of bodies here, floating slightly off of the ground, bent at the waist and stomach either facing downwards or upwards towards the sky. They were all, similarly restrained to the sand of the beach with black, tar slick umbilicals stopping them from floating upwards like balloons into the sky.
They were all, mostly, familiar faces. Some they did not recognise, some they did. Annie, Blank, Bonnie, Miguel, Thor, John, Johnn, Kat, Lucy, Richie, Bill, Eddie and Ben...
Surveying this scene, they could each see at minimum 5 replicas of varying dress, garb, state of decay (or not). All with their eyes closed, as though sleeping a long, silent and peaceful sleep, stranded here on the beach.