[what Archie will feel is his mind getting right with itself -- so it's not Magnus' magic imposing meaning on what happened, but Archie's own thoughts made easier, simpler. he'll be able to reach peaceable conclusions, about what happened in the house; the illusions were just that. his friends are safe. no one has died, and everything is going to be okay]
[and the beams of light through the surf only get stronger, warmer; the sense that place and that time, Jirachi, bring him will be increasingly he can feel, swathing around him like a familiar blanket. speaking of -- Magnus reaches out, and when his hand falls on Archie's forearm, it's like the seidr slots perfectly into place. the currents wash around Archie like they did when he played as a kid, kind and welcoming, and dependable, like the sea can be. he gives a gentle tug to his wrist]
Hey, why don't you take a rest, Archie? I'll be right here.
[what exists is not terrifying phantoms of regret, but this: a beautiful day, out in nature, with the summer sun (in October, yes) curling around Archie. Magnus shifts to make room for Archie on the sleeping bag, relocating himself to sit crosslegged in the grass. the aura of peace around them pervades, and Magnus will keep weaving it to do so, as long as Archie needs]
[archie blinks a few times as he - for lack of a better phrase - comes to. he looks a little confused, almost like he was so lost in the simplicity of everything going through his mind.
he nods, heavy-lidded, without the mental burden he puts on himself his body is finally reacting the way someone with bone-deep exhaustion would.
he, uh, just flops forward onto the grass, gives magnus a thumbs up, then passes out. rip.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[and the beams of light through the surf only get stronger, warmer; the sense that place and that time, Jirachi, bring him will be increasingly he can feel, swathing around him like a familiar blanket. speaking of -- Magnus reaches out, and when his hand falls on Archie's forearm, it's like the seidr slots perfectly into place. the currents wash around Archie like they did when he played as a kid, kind and welcoming, and dependable, like the sea can be. he gives a gentle tug to his wrist]
Hey, why don't you take a rest, Archie? I'll be right here.
[what exists is not terrifying phantoms of regret, but this: a beautiful day, out in nature, with the summer sun (in October, yes) curling around Archie. Magnus shifts to make room for Archie on the sleeping bag, relocating himself to sit crosslegged in the grass. the aura of peace around them pervades, and Magnus will keep weaving it to do so, as long as Archie needs]
Just for a while.
no subject
he nods, heavy-lidded, without the mental burden he puts on himself his body is finally reacting the way someone with bone-deep exhaustion would.
he, uh, just flops forward onto the grass, gives magnus a thumbs up, then passes out. rip.]