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Derek is on a run through the woods, following a trail that he wore into the earth himself. He could follow it with his eyes closed, which is why he's so surprised to suddenly find it blocked by a strange, squat little cabin that he couldn't see or smell until he was suddenly right in front of it. He has to skid to a halt to avoid crashing into the side of it, and he cautiously walks around to the front of the small structure. It looks a little like something out of a fairytale, like a place that shouldn't exist outside the pages of a children's book.

This is Darrow, so it isn't like a building suddenly showing up is anything particularly out of the ordinary, but Derek is annoyed to find it so close to what the wolf considers his territory, blocking the path that he made himself. He definitely isn't about to inspect it closer, no matter how piqued his curiosity may be, but as soon as he turns away from it he hears a voice calling for help from within. It sounds like a child and while it's suspicious, Derek finds that he can't ignore it.

It doesn't occur to him to let anyone know where he is as he climbs up onto the porch. The place smells like cookies and peppermint and he breathes in deeply as he steps over the threshold. Inside there's no child in need, nothing at all except for a sensation like cool water running down his body and washing away all of his memories, clearing his mind of everything he knows, everyone he loves.

A growl comes up from his throat as he feels his face shift into his beta form, eyes a blazing red as his memories are replaced with something new. He tries, but he can't shift back. He's stuck like this, the cruel result of an enchantress' curse. His feet take him back through the woods to the cursed summer chateau where he's meant to spend the rest of his days with dwindling hope that it will ever be broken.

The chateau is surrounded by an eternal winter and as soon as Derek steps into the snow, vines close the opening behind him and he knows that he won't be able to leave again. He isn't sure how he even got out in the first place, but now he's home.

"There you are, sir!" Derek looks over at the tall, narrow bookcase that serves as the head of household as it toddles over to him, rocking back and forth on worn corners as the small books that serve as its eyes widen in surprise. "What is it that you're wearing? Those are not clothes befitting a prince. My word, where did you even find them? Up to the bedroom with you. Change for dinner, young man."

Derek rolls his eyes with a growl, claws clicking over the ornate doorknob as he lets himself inside. The house is large and quiet, and Derek stares up at the ornate staircase as he heaves a weary sigh. He's been here for years, cursed to be stuck in this form, and time is running out for someone to come and break the spell.

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"Right," Derek says as he takes the coat back. Barry's scent clings to it already and Derek holds it stiffly over one arm, like a server with a tea towel. He merely nods when Barry says he'll be back, not quite believing him but wanting fiercely to.

When Barry moves, it's quick enough that Derek's eyes cross as he tries to focus on the red blur. By the time that he decides to stop trying to watch, Barry is back at his side. Perhaps the spell isn't focused only on Derek.

"You couldn't leave?" Derek asks, looking troubled by the notion. For as much as he enjoys Barry's company, he doesn't want him kept here against his will. "I'm-- I thought it was only me."

He watches Barry with concern and tilts his head, holding out the coat like a token of apology. "What other things?"

"It's like the land just loops - one moment I'm running towards the city, and the next I'm back at your cabin," says Barry with a shake of his head. He waves off the coat and stands with his hands on his hips, considering.

"Other things," he says, "Like a lightning bolt." Boots grinding in the snow as he searches for traction, Barry takes off again, this time paying attention to the exact moment when the world around him seems to loop back on itself. He makes several passes to work up the speed, gathering energy until he can wield it like a spear, which he throws as hard as he can at the invisible barrier. It strikes with a tumultuous crack, but when Barry grins and starts forward, he finds himself back at Derek's side.

"Well, crap."

Derek ends up tossing the coat over the back of a rarely used patio chair dusted with snow, watching as Barry moves again. He can smell the electricity in the air and can't quite suppress his flinch at the crack of lightning, knowing just what that could do to a werewolf.

"Indeed," Derek says dryly, turning his head to look at Barry once it appears that he's planning on standing still, at least for the moment. He smells like raw energy on top of the more natural, almost sweet smell of him. There's a part of Derek that wants to lean in and inhale, but he manfully holds himself back.

"I'm sorry that you were swept up in this," Derek says sincerely, waiting to see how Barry will react towards him once it sinks in that he's stuck here.