[For Sam] Snowglobe (Raj & Quentin)

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Quentin isn't exactly new to being a tag-along in the Shadow Roads. He's been run through with Tybalt and Raj too many times to count by now, but they're never going to be somewhere he's comfortable. He's not Cait Sidhe. He's not meant to travel those roads. He trusts Raj, with his life among other things, so that makes it at least a little less terrifying.

It does not make it any less dark and cold, however, and as they run, Quentin holds his breath and keeps his eyes shut, trusting the hand he has gripped tightly in his as his lifeline and hoping it's a run that ends before his lungs start really protesting the lack of oxygen.

He's not expecting the sudden fall, like the bottom of whatever the ground exists beneath their feet in the Shadow Roads dropping away entirely. He lands hard, an unpleasant belly flop onto the ground. The impact knocks whatever air is left in his lungs out with an oof, and Quentin's eyes snap open.

It's still cold, but that's probably more to do with the snow covering everything. There's light here too, a moon soft twilight that bathes the whole place in an otherworldly dreamlike illumination. This is not Berkeley.

Raj's hand is still in his, and Quentin jerks his gaze sharply in that direction to check on his best friend. "Raj? What just happened? Are you okay?"

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The other lump in the snow doesn’t answer right away. Raj is dazed from the way something ripped them off the roads. It felt ancient like the brush of something that had come long, long before them.

His hold on the roads had frayed and they had tumbled into the dark. “Something hit us.” He says with a a dazed and slightly offended air. He lifts his head out of the snow and says, “It felt old. Whatever it was...the roads opened up and we fell here.”

He glances around at the wise expanse of snow. He has no idea where they are. “I’m alright. I don’t think it wanted to hurt us.” Whatever it was.