anyone; claim?

[leliana]

I waited for something, and something died
so I waited for nothing, and nothing arrived

She doesn’t know much, but she knows this: she needs to do whatever she can to heal.

It doesn’t matter that she herself is not healed yet. It doesn’t matter that her chest is still gashed open, the skin no longer knit tightly together. It doesn’t matter that the skin along her neck and shoulder is still burned, the scars turning ugly underneath the tangled locks of her mane. It doesn’t matter that her own gift is weak in her still. None of it matters because the world around her has wounds that are far worse than the ones that she carries—and that’s where her focus goes to first and where it lingers.

Something in her brings her to this island.

Something in her draws her to the heart of it.

She moves slowly, red dragon wings curved over her spine, but she keeps moving, and she thinks that is what truly matters. One hoof in front of the other, sometimes so low that it drags, but her momentum doesn’t stop. She is feverish and blood is crusted slightly in the corner of her lip, but next to the crimson of her coloring, it’s almost indiscernible. The blood that smears the gash on her chest is less difficult to miss. The burn that curves wickedly up her shoulder and neck is even less difficult.

But such things don’t matter now.

The only thing that matters is the stallion who stands near the water, practically glowing. The ivory of his body is offset with the gold and she finds herself drawn to him, adjusting her path so slightly so that she can make her way toward him. When she is near enough, she makes sure to stand several feet away, worried that her sickness would spread even in this supposedly safe space.

“What are you?” Her voice is huskier than usual, but she cannot stop the curiosity that swells within it.

it's our dearest ally, it's our closest friend
it's our darkest blackout, it's our final end

@[Tiphon]