I put everything I had into something that didn't grow; dahmer

[leliana]

I know what it is but I'm hoping that all is well
no harvest of green but it's still my heart to sell

There is kindness to him, but also danger, and she finds the combination both confusing and familiar, the edges of him warping even as they talk. For a while, she tries to track the differences and the subtle shifts but she inevitably gives up, throwing her proverbial hands in the air and just enjoying the changes in his demeanor, the darkness and light that toys in the depths of his icy blue eyes. He was quite unlike anyone she had ever met—not Dovev with his ghosts or Magnus with his demons. He was refreshing.

At his question, she laughs again, the sound welcomed in her throat after so much time of silence.

“Perhaps,” she toys with the idea, lifting his hazel eyes to the sky above them as if considering it. She then takes a step forward, wrinkling her nose playfully. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.” She closes her eyes for a moment and reaches into herself, grabbing a hold of the healing power, the coils of it wrapping in lazy loops in her chest. She knows that it is an intangible thing, but to her it is the opposite, the rope of it weighty in her hand. She could feel it, alive like a snake, breathing into existence at her prodding.

With some gentle coaxing, it unravels and slips into her hand as he draws it out and then pushes it into the stallion’s chest. She hums as she works, the sound musical and lilting, her mind entirely focusing on navigating through his inner depths. There are no great wounds to heal—no gashes that she needs to knit together or bones to repair—but there is enough. Enough aches and pains from the strain of simply living that she roots out, pressing cool hands to each feverish spot. Methodically, she finds them all, easing whatever pains he may have—shallow scrapes, bruises, aching muscles. She soothes them all.

When she is done, she opens her eyes, the hazel of them bright.

“How do you feel?”

I put everything I had into something that didn't grow
like going on a wild hunt, shooting arrows without a bow