01-22-2017, 02:08 AM
The flow of warmth.. so smooth, so comforting. So welcome.
So familiar.
He exhaled without pain, without the chill of air against his wounds. Without coughing blood, wheezing in agony. He inhaled the most glorious dream; her scent, her breath. This might have been the best sleep he'd had since she left. A wonderful dream. He never wanted to wake.
Is this a dream?
If it is never wake me..
A faint smile crept in. His heart ached, but he didn't care this time. This time was more real, her sweet fragrance so very real. If only her warmth had come with it. The feel of her pressed against him. He forgot he was trying to forget her. Trying so hard to let her go. Whatever they were, could never truly be. It was only endless pain even she could not heal away. So he tried to make the outward pain mask it. And he.. was not hurting?
He opened his eyes. Crimson lips rested so near his nose. Mmm, he smiled. Still a wonderful dream. His face slid across the ground, reaching to touch her, kissed her soft, red velvet. It felt so real. But she did not stir. In his dreams she always answered with her own heat, a heat she hadn't shown him when they huddled so close that night. A heat he only found in his dreams.
Black eyes blinked, focused.
Leliana?
She lie so still. The sour tang of worry bloomed in him. It was only a dream though, right?
With a grunt, he pushed himself up, muscles trembling weakly with the effort. Still weak, but..unharmed. Surrounded in blood. He took in his smoothed skin, his bone armor showing just a little more but not bleeding. Oh no! He jerked back around to look at her, prone and helpless. Vulnerable. Unconscious.
Leliana!
Oh god, is she breathing?
He lurched forward in his urgency, falling to the ground again. He shifted in the dirt the rest of the way, lining himself against her spine and roughly shoving his nose against her.
Leliana, please.. Stupid girl. Why did she have to heal him? Why did she insist on killing herself to force his full recovery? She should have let him bleed out.
He pressed into her, hard. But still she wouldn't move. Still she wouldn't stir at his voice, at his touch. He'd killed her. His selfishness killed her. He just wanted to sleep. He just wanted to forget her, make the pain in his chest go away. Make the ache of her missing go away. She hurt so much.
Wake up! Get UP! His voice was raw, and he choked on his fear. He bent and bit her cheek, enough to break her perfect skin. Leliana! Wide eyes stared down at her, so close to crying over her stupid body. No, she can't be dead from this! He rubbed his cheek against her neck, still so warm. Black hair draped across her. A tear dampened her coat, teeth grit tightly, barely containing all this new pain. Please wake up.
He felt her breathe and he pulled back sharply, concern quickly flashing into anger.
Why did you do that? Never do it again! God, she could have DIED!
So familiar.
He exhaled without pain, without the chill of air against his wounds. Without coughing blood, wheezing in agony. He inhaled the most glorious dream; her scent, her breath. This might have been the best sleep he'd had since she left. A wonderful dream. He never wanted to wake.
Is this a dream?
If it is never wake me..
A faint smile crept in. His heart ached, but he didn't care this time. This time was more real, her sweet fragrance so very real. If only her warmth had come with it. The feel of her pressed against him. He forgot he was trying to forget her. Trying so hard to let her go. Whatever they were, could never truly be. It was only endless pain even she could not heal away. So he tried to make the outward pain mask it. And he.. was not hurting?
He opened his eyes. Crimson lips rested so near his nose. Mmm, he smiled. Still a wonderful dream. His face slid across the ground, reaching to touch her, kissed her soft, red velvet. It felt so real. But she did not stir. In his dreams she always answered with her own heat, a heat she hadn't shown him when they huddled so close that night. A heat he only found in his dreams.
Black eyes blinked, focused.
Leliana?
She lie so still. The sour tang of worry bloomed in him. It was only a dream though, right?
With a grunt, he pushed himself up, muscles trembling weakly with the effort. Still weak, but..unharmed. Surrounded in blood. He took in his smoothed skin, his bone armor showing just a little more but not bleeding. Oh no! He jerked back around to look at her, prone and helpless. Vulnerable. Unconscious.
Leliana!
Oh god, is she breathing?
He lurched forward in his urgency, falling to the ground again. He shifted in the dirt the rest of the way, lining himself against her spine and roughly shoving his nose against her.
Leliana, please.. Stupid girl. Why did she have to heal him? Why did she insist on killing herself to force his full recovery? She should have let him bleed out.
He pressed into her, hard. But still she wouldn't move. Still she wouldn't stir at his voice, at his touch. He'd killed her. His selfishness killed her. He just wanted to sleep. He just wanted to forget her, make the pain in his chest go away. Make the ache of her missing go away. She hurt so much.
Wake up! Get UP! His voice was raw, and he choked on his fear. He bent and bit her cheek, enough to break her perfect skin. Leliana! Wide eyes stared down at her, so close to crying over her stupid body. No, she can't be dead from this! He rubbed his cheek against her neck, still so warm. Black hair draped across her. A tear dampened her coat, teeth grit tightly, barely containing all this new pain. Please wake up.
He felt her breathe and he pulled back sharply, concern quickly flashing into anger.
Why did you do that? Never do it again! God, she could have DIED!
