Naoise relaxed into Arutha’s hold, soaking up the comfort offered as the dreamscape filled with the aroma of blueberry pancakes. Naoise’s eyes opened wide at the scent, almost with panic fearing this moment of freedom and opportunity was slipping away fast.
“Arutha you have offered hope and comfort when I thought all I had before me was an unwinnable battle and an eternity of pain” he said urgently as he desperately clutched Arutha to him.
“I want what you have offered me, shown me. There must be a way…” he said slowly, softly as he worked the problem through his head. Dream magic was not part of his magical repertoire and he had no idea how this dreamscape had come into being let alone how to recreate it. He had basic dream message training taught to him by his grandmother but he lacked both the skill and training to pull and mingle the real Arutha’s dreaming subconscious into his own nor did he know how to put his into Aruthas; he was also damned sure the collar would block any attempt to learn it. Naoise clenched his jaw slightly in frustration, he knew, he just knew this was a real way to break the curse he was under. The curse was never meant to last this long, was never made to work this way. Always the collar had a master to answer to or if the master died the prisoner usually didn’t live much longer past their death. Naoise was immortal, truly immortal due to Alexanders mad meddling and delusional dreams of power and so the collar couldn’t kill him or cause his death, not real death that would release it from him. They were both cursed but surely there were cracks that could be manipulated, cracks that couldn’t under normal circumstance be acted on due to a masters constant watch or a quick death…but this, this was definitely a new and possibly quicker way to solve the problem besides searching through ancient tomes, piles of forgotten history and or searching down people who might offer maddening pieces to the jigsaw problem of this damned curse
“Arutha…” he said softly as his eyes searched the dark green ones in front of him. “Do you think…if you, if we were able to find someone to teach dream magic…someone who could teach you, the real you do this…” he emphasized by looking around the dreamscape, the very quickly fading landscape “Could you learn it…do you think you have the ability to learn it, to learn magic? Would you want to even?” he asked quickly, desperately as he started to feel himself start to fade, as the man before him faded away
“…ARUTHA…COULD YOU?...” He called out frantically as he stretched his hand out for the man who had but mere seconds before laid beside him.