Her healing fed into his blood so warm and familiar, pushing more ache to his heart. She was so stubborn, always bringing him back to health despite that it would just rip and rend again in a while. Every square inch of him was healed, deep within him and on the surface, skin repairing and resealing to the shards of bone thrusting out of his body. She couldn't reach the pain, though. She never could.
So damn stubborn and still not healing herself.
She opened her eyes, so hollow and making his heart hurt, and his attention fell to her lips. No real reason, but there they were. There was a time when he could take them, when he could push her down and shower her body in kisses both soft and fevered. When those wings would turn into sexy black gossamer or silk, drape over her gorgeous body for him. He could feel her under him. He'd nearly had her, she'd nearly been his. But he was too damn stupid. For once, he'd tried to be selfless instead of selfish and look where it got them.
"How are you and your children, Dov? And Heartfire. Has she healed?"
It felt like a slap and he threw his gaze away from her. Like a violent yank back into the fucked up reality. Probably so fucked up because he fucked it up.
"They're fine," he clipped shortly. He was furious though, brought back to it now. "Why aren't you healing yourself, Leliana?" His teeth were gritted and he waited for an answer that he knew would be so stupid and unsatisfying. He didn't turn back to her, eyes out over the water and body stiff.
Then he did, sharp and hard. "What bit you."
we're slaves to any semblance of touch
Lord, we should quit but we love it too much
