He stewed over what to do about Loke for nearly a month after what transpired in Mirrorspace. Devlin had stared often at the pen, though hadn't really used it. He'd powered up a couple times, and used mirrors to access other parts of the city away from his usual stomping grounds to just... think.
Each time, he'd brought out the little crystal with the purple milkyway inside it, watching the golden fragments flicker. Like artificial stars, he'd thought a few times.
The last few times, though, he brought out the little mirror compact, holding it in one hand while he stared at the crystal in the other. He'd hesitated each time, finally putting it away without making any call to anyone. But this time... he did it. He called Remarque, because he wasn't close enough with anyone else in the Court--or, hell, even knew who any of them really were at this point--to feel comfortable reaching out.
"It's Loke. If... you've got a moment, I'm at the old Veteran's Crest walking path, up where the gazebo is? I've just... a question, or a couple, I guess. A few." He cut himself off from babbling on more, just waiting for a confirmation if the guy did have a moment.
And so, there he sat, perched up on top of the gazebo with it's peeling white and gold trimmed paint, and various broken boards along its floor and stairs. The rest of the walking path wasn't in much better condition, mostly overgrown and rarely used beyond whatever locals felt confident enough walking through the place. He was surprised a few of the street lamps that weren't broken actually turned on when it started getting dark, leaving him in a gloomy twilight peppered with blots of yellow light.
A scene reflected in the murky pond the gazebo sat beside. He frowned down at the imperfect reflection, recalling again those crystal version of his parents. And that strange explosion they'd seen above a cracked mirror.
Kyuseisha no Hikari
Noir Songbird
