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Something was going on in Destiny City, but Colin had very little idea as to what it might be. People were going missing it seemed - people that he saw on a daily basis: baristas, ballerinas, even September had disappeared with no word. He suspected the Negaverse, but couldn't say for certain. Granted, it wasn't always the Negaverse behind the weird things that happened...the capture and incarceration of officers by the Order had been proof enough of that!

Morning classes at DCBC weren't nearly as full as they usually were, which was worrying, but for the most part the company cracked on as per their norm.

It happened during first break, Colin went to refill his water bottle at the fountain and then use the restroom. He took a moment after washing his hands to admire himself in the mirror...and found himself being sucked in. The other side was a drab, featureless room where he could do nothing but pace around his water bottle - the only thing he'd been holding when he came through.

There was no door, no windows - no means of escape that he could discern.

Am I in the mirror? How the hell did this happen?! Fighting against the urge to panic, to strike the walls until his skin broke, Colin paced round and round the space with thoughts whirling chaotically through his mind.

So he was a prisoner of some sort. And it involved Mirrors. If Quenton had been there, he would have told the blond to calm himself, that there was always an answer. "Mirrors...maybe the Dark Mirror Court? Are they up to something?" Talking aloud only made his situation seem even more bleak with the way his voice echoed dully in the space: Colin absolutely hated being alone and helpless.

"Fuuuuuck me sideways, I was just starting to feel normal..."

He was alone for some time, pacing. Worrying. Wracking his brain for an idea as to where he was trapped, whom was behind it, and how he might get free. All he could figure was that he'd fallen into something relating to the Dark Mirror Court...and there was no discernible way out.

Which utterly sucked.

And then sucked both more and also less as another was thrown in; no longer being alone was a huge plus in his books, but even so Colin wouldn't have wished another to share his fate. There was a strange hiss, a sucking sensation ,and then an almost audible pop as his new cellmate arrived.

The fine hairs on his nape stood on end as size and shape fell into shadowy view, as voice carried to ear. The sound of his name, so familiar and dear in tones not long heard set heart beating wildly; Colin's emotions spun in tumult and finally settled on just two.

"Björn!? Not you too?" Voice a whisper of horror and elation warring, it took nothing at all for the danseur to be in motion without a thought that the man before him might be part of whatever nefarious plot had brought him into the grey world. Nothing at all for Colin to fly to his side for the comfort physical contact would bring, for the warmth of another being, for expression of the joy he couldn't quite contain and seeing Björn up close again.

Pressed against Björn, the situation improved immensely; not because it was actually better but here - where there were only two, with nothing else to bother - this was allowed. Björn would put his arm around protectively, accept Colin into his arms even as puzzlement drew thick brows together.

"There's nothing here but us, as far as I can tell. And the water I had from class." Could he say more? Did he dare to mention the mirrors and their senshi, his theory that this was something of their doing - whatever this was? I've always shared, why stop now? And yet, something held him back, urged caution. Colin hated it, speaking anyway. "I...think maybe...we're inside..the mirrors.

"There are those senshi folks? Some I think have to do with mirrors. I met one, once - she was really nice. So maybe this is something of theirs..."

Colin huffed a bit at the idea that the instability of the space was catching and reached up to tug at Björn's goatee gently, "I'm pretty sure this place doesn't affect people. But feel free to hold onto me, just in case. I'm not going to complain."

Colin hadn't imagined that Björn might be another, but then it was a possibility that must needs considered. Granted, the man he pressed close to was not easily made copy of - form, perhaps yes, but not in manner of speech nor chivalrous nature. So you are you, as far as I can tell...which is about as sure as you can be that I am me. "I could say the same for you, it's no safer for one or the other."

He could only shrug a bit about the phone reception, he'd not had his own - and powering up hadn't worked, so there was no access to senshi phones. "I don't know, mine was left behind with my dance bag." His was charged, for all the good it did them; but then, Colin had always been far better about such things than Björn, since he used his more.

"However long we're here, I'm pretty sure we don't get any input." Were his fingers walking along Björn's shoulder? Yes, Left hand traveling thoughtlessly, right having crept up before to rest at nape as though that were were it belonged. "I have noticed one thing...I should be hungry by now, but I'm not." Björn had been well-versed in how often the ballet dancers grazed during their morning practices; how they'd stretch out their muscles during their breaks while snacking. "I don't know if it's a function of Mirrorspace normally or...just this prison, but...I'm not. And it's weird."

Having found a place close that was suitable and allowed him to satisfy the need for physical contact, distraction, and self-soothing via the finer hairs at Björn's nape, the tapping of fingers along cloth and muscle, Colin settled some - though being still was impossible and he still shifted with nervous energy. He was, after all, trapped.

But not hungry still. Which really was weird, and distracting even more than the baby-fine hairs tickling under his finger tips, or the hard slabs of muscle firm under palm, or even Björn's warmth and scent.

"We're being held against our wills, so...yeah. this is imprisonment. I'd say we're in a prison of some sort, sure feels like it to me." He sighed and knocked his head against Björn's chest lightly, then stopped. "Whether this was something those Mirror senshi did on purpose, or some accident...here we are." Björn had another good question - were they being watched? Normally, Colin wouldn't have minded such a thing, but under present circumstances he found the idea a bit displeasing.

"I don't know that we are, though we could test it out. If we're being being held prisoner and watched, I don't imagine our captors would want us killing each other." The danseur leaned back so he could look up at Björn, brows drawn, "You could try strangling me and see if anyone steps in." He knew his suggestion likely wouldn't go over well, so Colin continued quickly, "If someone is really watching us, then they'll probably want us both alive. Stopping you would be a priority in that case, so in theory, they'd want to intervene." The scenario he'd lain out made quite a few suppositions, but if they wanted to test such a thing out, it was an option.

Not the best plan you've ever come up with, but action is better than inaction if nothing else. Maybe he'll have something better? What if no one's watching? What if someone is watching? Will he insist that we separate? ******** that, you're not getting away from me, my love. This is a small space and I will tackle you if I have to - you need to be loved. Nothing this side of death will stop me, Björn. Nothing.

Colin's hands stayed busy, left dropping from shoulder to chest, resting over Björn's heart. "I'm not sure it matters much if we are being watched or not..." Unless Björn was worried about someone seeing them being familiar, was worrying again about whatever it was that had forced them apart over two years previous.

"Unless you're worried about being seen here with me...in which case, we might actually want to try my suggestion out." Because it might still matter to Björn, the noble b*****d, even though Colin was well capable of taking care of himself. And if he was still fretting over perhaps being seen by someone with Colin? Well...that just made the danseur want to cleave to him all the more, honestly - he would love Björn until the big blond bear could no longer escape it and had to simply accept it and allow himself to be loved.

Colin could be incredibly stubborn.

Two negatives with a nose crinkle - Björn definitely didn't think it was a good idea to even attempt play-acting with choking. Emphatic. Colin couldn't help being pleased over the low-key distress of being kept penned for unknown reason.

Perhaps not quite unknown, if the Dark Mirror Court were trying to curry favour with Metallia and the Negaverse by providing captives for energy drain and starseeds. Such trouble to be in, for both of them, but for the moment they were safe enough it seemed - nothing trying to eat or attack them. Colin hummed assent, he had nothing worth adding to Björn's assertion that strangulation was a bad idea and instead shifted focus again, trying to puzzle out why he wasn't hungry.

'Patience may be the safest?' Björn spoke of waiting and more waiting; Colin knew he was correct - there was little else to do, but he hated stillness. It was not in him for that. If one wanted stillness, they should seek Quenton, Björn, or almost anyone but Colin. Exhaustion could give pause to the kinetic energy that kept him forever shifting-wiggling-moving, which was great for work but not so good when being held captive. "I'm sure you're right, being stuck waiting is pretty much the conclusion I'd come to before myself."

Colin was already bouncing on the balls of his feet. "When I first got pulled in, I went all around, even knocking on whatever...walls...this place has...it makes a weird hollow sound. I don't know if it's breakable though." A special hell, just for him - enclosed space, indeterminate waiting, no escape.

But there was Björn. The danseur smiled, beatific, "I'm sure we can find some way to kill time, don't you think?"

Björn wore an expression that Colin had seen many times over the years. Sometimes it was more in the eyes, sometimes the downturn of the lips, the furrow in the brow. A combination. Sometimes it was just an over-all feel he seemed to get, but it meant he was thinking on something quite furiously.

Which made sense, considering. Colin didn't consider that he might be the cause of Björn's consternation, and the suggestion was one that appealed on so many levels.

"You wouldn't mind?" He tapped lightly at Björn's chest before sliding his hand up to rest on broad shoulder again, "It would be amazing. I didn't get a chance to cool down properly." He'd sort of done it, by pacing around the confines before Björn had arrived, but that wasn't quite the same.

"Soo...." Leaning back a bit, the danseur smiled like an invitation, like a promise, "How do you want me?"

Quick work made to take position, Björn's bag propped under head and Colin laying supine, smiling, like a banquet before him. It brought to mind many other times spent similarly, from low-lit fumbling times at Hillworth spent on Björn's mattress, to brighter, laughing interludes where things moved with the sort of fluidity that spoke years together. From shaking, nervous hands to quaking, sweat-slicked thighs.

Colin sighed, shaking his head. Not the time. What if we're being watched. Does it matter? To him, maybe. To me...it should. Tactically. It does. No matter how much I'd want him. Breathe. Calm. Find the center. He is being so very good. Smiling up for encouragement, speaking Björn through some of the stretches that had newly been added for him due to injuries. Laz pushed further here, less so there.

It was engaging. Distracting. He kept wanting to wrap his legs around Björn's waist and just drag him down until there wasn't another thought in his head but Colin. Instead he ignored the low curl of heat as best he could, trying to enjoy the simple pleasure of Björn's touch and company after so long, the sight, sound, and scent of him. It didn't work quite as well as he'd hoped, but considering their position as prisoners...Colin felt he was doing a bang-up job, thanks.

The space dropping out from under them, separating them as it shifted to a whole other space, was almost welcome if only because it meant that Colin didn't have to keep reminding himself that jumping Björn was a bad idea.

He couldn't help the stab of panic at separation, nor the cry that came from his throat carrying Björn's name as Mirrorspace swallowed them separately...