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[mywillisthine]

He missed his apartment.

It may have been viewed as a kindness on Clementine's part, and Cyrus would never hold it against her, but he almost wished she'd just kept him in his bottle. Being used to freedom just made being enclosed within his bottle torturous again.

At least he had a better view this time. Instead of a busy street, his bottle was laying half buried in the sand on the beach. The sunsets were rather beautiful over the water. Still, he wished he could be walking along the shore, toes in the sand and letting the water rush around his legs.

With a sigh, Cyrus laid back against the cushions and let the waves lull him to sleep. All he had to do was wait.

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[fuck_it]

Chris frowns, one bit of what Cyrus has said sticking out to him right away.

"Why would anyone wanna bring someone back from the dead?" he asks, "A bunch of fuckin' skeletons walkin' 'round. No one wants that."

It sounds like something out of a film, really. Though, he doesn't know if this bloke's magic's the same as whatever's brought them to Darrow and whatever brought him to the island, but he's not about to take that chance.

[mywillisthine]

Despite the grim manner of the subject, Cyrus couldn't help a dry laugh. "People tend not to think of the consequences of their wishes. The laws of magic do not like to interfere with fate." He would knew, since stopping a fated death was what had set him to this fate of serving others.

"You do not have to decide now. Please, feel free to take time to consider your wishes." He bit his lip before he asked if he was to remain in his bottle or if he could return to his apartment. It wasn't for him to decide.

[fuck_it]

Carefully, Chris walks up to pick the bottle up out of the sand, turning it over in his hands. It's not smoking anymore, and it doesn't seem like it's gonna explode or anything. Mostly, it just looks like an ordinary bottle, now that it hasn't got a bloke in it.

"So there's not a timer on it or anything?" Chris asks, peeking into the hole at the top.

[mywillisthine]

Cyrus watched warily as his bottle was picked up. It wasn't that he didn't trust Chris, it was more that he didn't know what would happen to him should something happen to his bottle. As he told Alice, good bottles were hard to find.

"No timer. In fact, as long as you have your wishes, I don't even have to be present for you to make them." He held out his hand and gestured for Chris'. "Hold out your hand."