Regulus had been in some very strange places in his life but none had topped waking up in a make-up bag.
His last memory was of extinguishing the fiendfyre spell after Wei Wuxian's spirit army had finished sweeping through Unhalad's army of the undead. He remembered being so exhausted that he'd just closed his eyes right there and everything had gone dark.
Well, things were still dark.
When he first opened his eyes, it was very disorienting. The space in front of his eyes was dark, and the feel of the smooth, slippery fabric under his hand was less than comforting. He quickly tried to figure his shit out.
His shoulder bag was still across his chest, so that meant Patricia was safe. Reassuring. And he could feel all his limbs, so that was also a plus. He experienced a moment of panic when he couldn't extend his wand from his sleeve, but in moving to feel the space around him, he was relieved to notice it was actually poking out of his pocket.
He lit his wand and tried to sit up, but found that his head brushed more slippery fabric, so he fell back to his elbows. And as he did so he noticed a line of light in front of him. It was hard to see what was beyond that light, but he bent himself doubled and started crawling towards it. Which was very undignified. When he reached the edge of the light, he found a row of what looked like metal teeth above and below him that he could step over.
He poked those teeth on the ground to see what would happen, and when nothing did, he stepped over them.
The world seemed to suddenly rush at him all at once as objects and space slammed into the right size and orientation.
That was even more disorienting than waking up in total darkness. He was on the ground in what had to be the study, though it had seen some better days (which was saying something about any room in the farmhouse). He sat back on his heels and looked about the battle-damaged room to get a sense of what had just happened to him. He found Lily not far from him. And his eyes narrowed on the make-up bag nearby (which was rather much closer to him than her).
"Really, Evans?" he said in a huff. "You put me in your make-up bag?"
Aftermath, crawling out of the bag
His last memory was of extinguishing the fiendfyre spell after Wei Wuxian's spirit army had finished sweeping through Unhalad's army of the undead. He remembered being so exhausted that he'd just closed his eyes right there and everything had gone dark.
Well, things were still dark.
When he first opened his eyes, it was very disorienting. The space in front of his eyes was dark, and the feel of the smooth, slippery fabric under his hand was less than comforting. He quickly tried to figure his shit out.
His shoulder bag was still across his chest, so that meant Patricia was safe. Reassuring. And he could feel all his limbs, so that was also a plus. He experienced a moment of panic when he couldn't extend his wand from his sleeve, but in moving to feel the space around him, he was relieved to notice it was actually poking out of his pocket.
He lit his wand and tried to sit up, but found that his head brushed more slippery fabric, so he fell back to his elbows. And as he did so he noticed a line of light in front of him. It was hard to see what was beyond that light, but he bent himself doubled and started crawling towards it. Which was very undignified. When he reached the edge of the light, he found a row of what looked like metal teeth above and below him that he could step over.
He poked those teeth on the ground to see what would happen, and when nothing did, he stepped over them.
The world seemed to suddenly rush at him all at once as objects and space slammed into the right size and orientation.
That was even more disorienting than waking up in total darkness. He was on the ground in what had to be the study, though it had seen some better days (which was saying something about any room in the farmhouse). He sat back on his heels and looked about the battle-damaged room to get a sense of what had just happened to him. He found Lily not far from him. And his eyes narrowed on the make-up bag nearby (which was rather much closer to him than her).
"Really, Evans?" he said in a huff. "You put me in your make-up bag?"