there’s no sword in our lake; just a funeral wake; dovev

[leliana]

The chaos of the moment turns into a roar in her head.

She can feel it prickling against the back of her skull, the separate thread of voices breaking apart and then weaving together again. She can feel it pressing there, a full pressure that turns both painful and soothing, pushing her to the surface and then drawing her back into the muck.

Exist.

Adna.

Vulgaris.

Dovev.

Their names are the only things on her lips, a constant reminder. She has to wake up. She can’t  stay here. She reaches for the surface, fighting for consciousness, fighting for clarity, but the second she brushes her fingers against the membrane of it, she is pushed back.

Exist.

Adna.

Vulgaris.

Dovev.

Her exhaustion is deep and she aches with it, but it shifts. She can feel the ground beneath her tremble. The voices around her begin to sharpen, increasing in volume. Her head screams in protest against it and she wants to cry out but it’s muffled in her throat. She wants to open her eyes. She needs to get home. She needs to get home to Adna. To Vulgaris. She needs—

Finally, the membrane of her fatigue stretches and breaks.

Her eyes flutter open and the world is different than she remembers it. It doesn’t make sense. The ground is damp and shifted and her vision is blurry, spotted. “Vul?” Her voice is shaky and she calls out for him, her eyes focusing enough to feel him standing over her, to feel his lips cool against her feverish forehead. She sighs in her throat, nearly falling back into the sleep again, but she stirs at his voice. She shifts and fights to get to her knees, shaking as she climbs to her feet. She stumbles and then reaches for him, trying to find support.

“W-Where am I?”

She doesn’t remember coming to the river. Barely remembers leaving Warrick and family.

Her voice is strained and she leans heavily against him, her heart catching in her throat when she sees the scene around them, as the disjointed pieces begin to come into focus.

“Dovev?” She swings her head around, trying to make sense of it. “What happened?”

it started with a perfect kiss, then we could feel the poison set in

@[vulgaris] @[Dovev] @[Heartfire]