Something shifted in the air between them, changed both their stances more relaxed and yet not at all relaxed. He could nearly feel himself being pulled closer, swept up in her gravity. It made him want to yank her in against him, remind her of a night in his cave after she'd found him but hadn't allowed him to have all of her.
It was almost regretful when he snapped the moment in two, shattered that looking glass that had nearly taken them both back in time. A better time. It was for the best, though. He'd already destroyed her who-knows-how-many times, and he was trying not to do it again. He was trying not to do it to Heartfire too.
It was what he always did. It was bound to happen.
"I don't deserve to heal," she answered him quietly and he scowled at her, his eyes flashing. The fuck she didn't. But he held his heated argument and waited for her to answer his other question, his body tensing and coiling up. "Don't make me say it. I can't. I can't make it real."
That fuckin' bastard.
His eyes sharpened and bladed with hate, pinned to the injury on her neck with a snarl, jaws clenched tight. He shot to her like a bullet, throwing his weight against her shoving her down in the shallow water. He pressed against her, holding her down as he roughly scrubbed the salt water over her wound with his nose to clean it. She was so damn stubborn and impossible, and he argued at her the whole while, his words clipped and growling.
"You DO deserve to heal, Leliana. There is never a reason you shouldn't heal yourself. You deserve fucking everything, anything in this damn world you want. Why the fuck you ever settled for this guy-- I swear you can be so fuckin' stupid sometimes. What the fuck am I going to do with you?" he snapped, still cleaning her injury.
Nothing. He couldn't do anything with her. Every time he tried to stay near, protect her, she vanished.
we're slaves to any semblance of touch
Lord, we should quit but we love it too much
