[ He was assured that she would wake up, after it was clear she wouldn't under her own power- this sort of thing was common in the fleet, though it feels anything but. Instead, Dorian keeps a near, constant vigil over her, sitting on his own bed pushed up against hers, or in the uncomfortable desk chair on his side of the room, eyes glancing upward at her every so often. Just in case, he told himself.
The first few days passed in much the same fashion, she breathed, stirred a bit, but nothing would wake her. Books kept him occupied enough, and he was loathe to leave her in the off-chance she awoke while he was out. Nights were rather sleepless, caught worrying rather than sleeping even though common sense told him all would be well. One such occasion that sleep does take him, it's broken not long after it starts like something from a nightmare.
With a scream.
It's a blood-curdling, painful thing that lurches him upward and fills his stomach with knots and makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. What he sees is even worse. Leilani thrashes about, screams ripping from her throat and the arm that has the anchor is an acrid, pulsing green. Not only that, it looks like the arm is melting, though there is no smell of burning flesh and nothing left- it simply vanishes before his eyes in a macabre display as he tries to collect her in his arms to keep her still and rouse her.
His plan backfires painfully when she expels magic in all directions, knocking him across the room and throwing him bodily into the desk in the surprise. As much as he should have expected something, he was blindsided. He's only got himself to blame. The screaming stops as he's slumped in the corner, gathering himself enough to just get back up when he hears her voice calling out to him. ]
Leilani.. [ The one word is breathless as he heaves himself up quickly and moves to her side. Ignore the way his hands tremble as they grasp her one remaining hand. It's nothing! ]
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Date: 2018-03-02 11:58 pm (UTC)From:The first few days passed in much the same fashion, she breathed, stirred a bit, but nothing would wake her. Books kept him occupied enough, and he was loathe to leave her in the off-chance she awoke while he was out. Nights were rather sleepless, caught worrying rather than sleeping even though common sense told him all would be well. One such occasion that sleep does take him, it's broken not long after it starts like something from a nightmare.
With a scream.
It's a blood-curdling, painful thing that lurches him upward and fills his stomach with knots and makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. What he sees is even worse. Leilani thrashes about, screams ripping from her throat and the arm that has the anchor is an acrid, pulsing green. Not only that, it looks like the arm is melting, though there is no smell of burning flesh and nothing left- it simply vanishes before his eyes in a macabre display as he tries to collect her in his arms to keep her still and rouse her.
His plan backfires painfully when she expels magic in all directions, knocking him across the room and throwing him bodily into the desk in the surprise. As much as he should have expected something, he was blindsided. He's only got himself to blame. The screaming stops as he's slumped in the corner, gathering himself enough to just get back up when he hears her voice calling out to him. ]
Leilani.. [ The one word is breathless as he heaves himself up quickly and moves to her side. Ignore the way his hands tremble as they grasp her one remaining hand. It's nothing! ]