curriculum_fictae

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[ That's definitely a voice. It ... seems almost familiar? Still too faint to be sure, but pronounced enough that Algric's heart leaps into his throat. It sounds like - almost like -

Against his better judgment, Algric slowly heads down the stairs into the basement. More fog clings to him the more nervous he gets, and he is powerfully afraid the further down he gets. What will he find at the bottom? Something good? Something terrible? Will he fall back through and into the Lonely somehow--

For Jon, a blurred familiar steps slowly into view. He's foggy, translucent in spots. But the greyed-out hi tops are familiar, as is that bluish grey jumper, and the smudge of roan curls at the top of his head.

He freezes as he looks down at the floor, realising who's lying prone on it. He knows that face. He knows that face specifically. Similar to the Jon that's here, but also not the same, more scarred, more hollowed out.

For a moment, he can barely breathe. He just stares down at Jon with wide eyes, not sure if he should hope or flee. ]

J - Jon?