[[Some things just can't go down well]]

[belize_queen]

Belize has been worrying - not that it's anything different for him.  Norman Arriaga, Belize to his friends, and to everyone he's met so far at the Mansion, has been having strange dreams - dreams full of hope and angels, full of information about the cure for the plague which hit his best friend, full of forgiveness for the monster that Roy Cohn

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[skewedeyes]

Felix has been dreaming again - worse than usual, that is. Because Malkar has been figuring larger and larger in them, and they get nastier and more violent all the time. Something feels wrong about them, but he's doing his very best not to think about that, not wanting to get close to any of the many implications that might have.

So here's a jumpy red-haired wizard wandering around the Mansion, who might eventually run into Belize.

[belize_queen]

Still reading over here! Though Belize met his brother, and has reasons to talk to Felix about Mildmay, and does want to talk to Felix about Felix as well.

If Felix wanders over his way, Belize will cough. Purposely.

[skewedeyes]

Felix jumps and turns, truly startled. "Oh - good afternoon." He gathers himself, a bit.

[belize_queen]

"Hey." Belize gives him a bit of a smile. "You okay, Felix? You look jumpy."

[skewedeyes]

A bit of a shrug. "It's nothing. Nothing important."

[belize_queen]

It's never anything important, is it?

"Really? Fascinating, Felix. You're almost believable."

[skewedeyes]

There's actually a part about this in the fourth book that the typist felt really summed this up, where Mildmay asks if Felix is okay, he says pretty much exactly that, and Mildmay goes, "why not? if it were me it would be important." Basically, Felix doesn't count.

So, yeah. /geek.

He blushes a bit, and shoots her a look. "...nothing that can be fixed, how about that?"

[belize_queen]

Belize sighs and pets the seat next to him.

"Alright, hun. Sit your pretty butt over here and tell everything to auntie Belize. Now."

[skewedeyes]

He sighs, a bit, but does sit down, tense and held into himself. "Everything might be a bit much."

[belize_queen]

"Try me." Soothingly.

[skewedeyes]

He sighs, a little. "It's just dreams."

[belize_queen]

"Those happen, sometimes. Tell me."

[skewedeyes]

He sighs. "I...they're really only dreams."

[belize_queen]

"Well yes, that what dreams are, Felix. Out with it."

[skewedeyes]

"About a man I knew once."

[belize_queen]

A soft, listening sound, inviting him to continue.