She sighed and his smile grew, his cracked lip splitting open a little more. Already so used to the taste of blood at this point, though, and he didn’t notice more pooling against his tongue.
”Excellent. You’re awake.” Oh, so short and clipped. Dagger was in a mood again. Oops, more blood in his mouth as he grinned a little more, turning his head to choke up more of the dark fluid through a raspy laugh. If this really was a dream, it was a good one. Except for all the pain, of course, but he was plenty used to that too. Trained to accept it, ignore it, work through it. Another chill shivered through his body as she continued, and he tried again to shift himself into sitting up.
”Unfortunately hauling your heavy ass out of here is beyond my abilities, or I would have done so already.” He laughed again, probably not even aware that he was doing it or even why he was doing it, pausing to spit more blood and saliva on the ground before him. She nudged at him, barely pushing at a naked spot on his shoulder between plates of shielding bone. The familiar sensations of pleasure coursed through him, his skin so sensitive and nerves so eager for that touch. He grunted again, would have leaned away but she moved away first. Had he ever told this one not to touch him? Can never remember anything anymore. Maybe his memory was permanently damaged.
”So… time to get up, sleeping beauty.”
”Mh,” he responded back, a quiet, noncommittal noise as he stared a little dizzily at the ground. He must’ve managed to sit up though. He seemed to be sitting up.
With a slow breath, he folded a stiff foreleg beneath him, shifting his hip to get his feet under his weight. Tried to give a heave, but it didn’t seem to work and he rocked back down again with a tired sigh. Up, though. Had to get up… Why, again? Didn’t seem to matter, his mind still not fully aware of everything going on, and he gave it another shot. His muscles screamed in protest and his face contorted in a grimace as he let the pain jolt his heart beat. finally rising to his feet with a groan.
Didn’t last long, and he lurched forward, stumbling into her and so generously sharing the lather of blood that painted him. Didn’t much care, though, really. She wanted him up, and now he was. Even if he was leaning a good deal of his weight on her as he caught his breath. He wasn’t too unfocused to catch her scent though, and damn why did she always have to smell so good? Maybe that was in his mind too, but he still buried his muzzle into her hair and let her fragrance, something that was real and not a dream, steady him.
This had been so much easier when Violence could just possess him and move his body for him.
”Up,” he confirmed obviously, a bit bleary and trying to reclaim his own weight from her. Didn’t work out so well, so he stayed leaning against her shoulder, relieving at least some of the pressure on her.
What had he been doing before? Only fragments seemed to come through. Could remember standing protectively in front of Aurora as Zoryn charged him. Could remember Magnus, and his vow against the man that the next time he set foot in Tephra it would be a fucking bloody massacre. Could remember a cave he used to sleep in, his young daughter at his side. Other faces passed through, but he pushed them away for now. It was all giving him the worst fucking headache.
”Dagger.” Why did he say that? Shrugged it off inwardly.
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