Help me out before I drown
Save me now before I give up
It is with reluctance acceptance that he lowers his head for her to press her dark muzzle in the space between his eye and where the other should be. He closes the one he has left as the warmth of her touch begins to spread and sink somewhere deeper within him. It is not unpleasant, not at first. It is much like slipping into the warmth of the hot springs, the steaming waters relaxing muscles and enveloping you in a soothing watery blanket. He finds himself unwinding beneath her magic as the wave washes over him and there’s a sense of calm as he exhales slowly.
A calm before a storm.
Her magic merely brushes over those broken and shattered pieces of him before dipping just a little lower to discover the darkness that seems to cling to every shadowy corner, including the place where the bear is attached to him. It is an infestation, deeply rooted, and only expanding and multiplying with each year that it had gone unchecked. Each new traumatic event had fed it and given it room to grow and manifest into something he couldn’t fully comprehend. His hooves shift into paws uncontrollably, a reflexive response, as claws sink into the earth beneath them, churning the sand in agitation. He can feel the way that darkness shies from her light and the memories of past events seem to swarm through his mind unbidden. His jaw spasms as he grits his teeth in response to the familiar onslaught on his mind, as he feels every second from every moment.
It is not painful in a physical sense but it does cause this new heart of his to ache and quicken. This heart had not experienced the trauma firsthand but it clearly feels its residue. There is a moment when he starts to recall not knowing what was real and what was not as if he was visibly living it all over again and then she pulls away and the images behind his eye start to fade.
Where Targaryen felt restful, he feels immensely tired.
He’s surprisingly relaxed, his body still loose from the warmth of her healing touch despite the way his pulse thrums with anxious intensity. “Interesting.” He admits, as he opens his dark eye to look at her but there is still a tightness in his voice that tells that it hadn’t been entirely pleasant on his end. However he has grown use to replaying these scenes, ever so vivid, awake or asleep and is more interested in what she had learned with her touch. “So what’s the verdict doctor? Am I a hopeless case?” He tries to tease but already resigned to the fate of being unfixable.
Ledger
@Cheri