Not long enough. [ But she shakes her head, drawing her hand away from Dorian's, feeling silly and stupid all of a sudden. There's a sudden rush of discomfort that floods her and she bows her head, taking a few deep breaths and counting back from three. It helps her to calm her racing heart, helps her to gather her strength and her determination, and she steps away from Dorian to slide down and rest on the floor with her back against his bed.
She feels awful. She didn't come here to tell him about her Anchor or her fate - she came here because she was scared and she wanted someone familiar. She wants to reach up and have him laugh with her, to tease her, to flirt and compliment the curve of her jaw or something about her mind, for things to go back to normal. She doesn't want to slip into dreams where she can't reach out to Solas, she doesn't want to remember the devastating pain of her Anchor exploding around her, making her want to tear her own limb away.
Shaking her head, she leans back, finally turning to look at him. Her sadness makes her stomach twist and she shakes her head, offering him a soft smile and her hand again, if he wants to come to her. There's no push, nothing that demands that he come to join her, nothing that should make him thing that it is an order. She isn't here as an Inquisitor or as a Keeper - she's here as someone who needed a friend and had no one else. Dorian might not know her, but he is everything in this moment. ]
I don't think I'm going to die here. It may be that there are no measures that need to be taken. It only hurts sometimes, but I can survive it. It has been my burden for years anyway. [ Lifting a shoulder, she tries to be nonchalant. ] I didn't come here for this, truly, Dorian. I came because I couldn't sleep.
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Date: 2017-11-19 01:13 am (UTC)From:She feels awful. She didn't come here to tell him about her Anchor or her fate - she came here because she was scared and she wanted someone familiar. She wants to reach up and have him laugh with her, to tease her, to flirt and compliment the curve of her jaw or something about her mind, for things to go back to normal. She doesn't want to slip into dreams where she can't reach out to Solas, she doesn't want to remember the devastating pain of her Anchor exploding around her, making her want to tear her own limb away.
Shaking her head, she leans back, finally turning to look at him. Her sadness makes her stomach twist and she shakes her head, offering him a soft smile and her hand again, if he wants to come to her. There's no push, nothing that demands that he come to join her, nothing that should make him thing that it is an order. She isn't here as an Inquisitor or as a Keeper - she's here as someone who needed a friend and had no one else. Dorian might not know her, but he is everything in this moment. ]
I don't think I'm going to die here. It may be that there are no measures that need to be taken. It only hurts sometimes, but I can survive it. It has been my burden for years anyway. [ Lifting a shoulder, she tries to be nonchalant. ] I didn't come here for this, truly, Dorian. I came because I couldn't sleep.