#{{cas is an absolute goober. I hope you're ready}}

[thedreamingapostle]

@mechanicosmia​

Caspar loved dreaming more than he did being awake. His imagination was limitless, and through his years studying within the Clockwork city, he has finely tuned his own pocket of reality inside his mind. It was lonely, but solitude was the dunmer’s best friend-- it’s all he’s ever known. The world was filled with little birds and bugs to keep him company, but Caspar simply added them to beautify his little world. No one had ever been here except himself.

Which is why when Caspar leaves the grand tower he holes himself up in, he blinks when he sees movement in the streets of the facade of a town he had created. None of the creatures that inhabited his dreams were bigger than a small deer, and this intruder was tall. From that observation, it takes milliseconds for Caspar to piece together exactly who that form was. 

Caspar, though a devout student, swore he would never waste time recreating Sotha Sil in his dream world. It was pointless, even dangerous, and slightly blasphemous. But could he have on accident? No, impossible, he tells himself. Accidents don’t happen in the Lucent Phantasmagorium.

Bending corners and crossing always empty streets, with his heart beating in his throat, Caspar chases the ever looming shadow of what he only hopes is the Clockwork God and not some vile aberration playing tricks.

...Until he runs himself right into the back of Sotha Sil, knocking himself back onto his hindquarters with a startled grunt.