Chazz had discovered it on the bookcase. It had seemed long forgetten, used only to hold the scattering of books up on the shelf but, stuck in a cell where he could only walk a foot outside the door, he got rather distracted.
He shook the small snowglobe. This wasn't one of those cheap ones that was sold at every little tourist trap around, it was well made. Actual silver, pewter and glass, and as much as he studied it, Chazz could not figure out how the images inside the small globe got to have such great detail.
He shook it again, watching the tiny flakes explode outward and then slowly settle again. Every time he shook it, the scene inside had changed. Normally, he would've questioned it, but in the Dark World, everything seemed to be magic.
He set it down on his lap. "What are YOU looking at?"
Haou was at the door. He had been for sometime, probably thinking he was being discreet, but with armor like that it was hard not to notice him.
"Why are you so fascinated with a peice of trash?" his voice cut through any somber feelings he had.
"And why the hell do you care?" Chazz snapped back.
"It's my business to know." The armored hand reached out and snatched the snow globe away from him. Chazz made a wild grab but missed.
"Give it back! You asshole, what the hell do you think you are?!"
"Your king, mortal."
The door slammed shut.
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Haou stared at the snowglobe as well. What did this little…bird see in this toy? It was just a cheap decoration. He had seen Chazz stare at it for almost hours on end and his face looked different. More normal, as what his….other self remembered.
Somehow, he liked him better when he was angry. When his face looked like the one staring into the globe. His little rival looked alive. It was so much better that way.
So how could HE, Haou, cause him to look like that? The bitter hatred was getting tiring.
It seemed to be time for a trip. For both of them.