[ for a long while, larus feels like he's dreaming. when was the last time he actually had a dream? years? the night before he died, maybe. the edges are blurred around him, the scene unfolding before him like he's on the outside: sofie's meeting him on a busy street in the district. that's wrong, some part of him thinks. she should be safe in valmont with his parents. but she's there, and she's turning to look at him, her smile just as sweet as he remembers... then, she's choking out his name, bright blood staining the front of her dress from the side of her neck where —
larus lifts his head, and dorian's face suddenly comes into sharp focus. he's awake, he thinks. this is real, swallowing around the tang of blood in his mouth as he tries to get his lips to work. his entire body hurts. his teeth ache. ]
I'm... [ it's more of a gurgle than actually words. ] I'm fine.
[ he lifts a hand up to do something, forgets what it was and rests his fingers against the weight of the hand on his jaw. there's red there, smearing across dorian's skin, and there's an idle thought that he's probably ruining his clothes with the amount of blood he's already lost. strange how that's the only thing that comes to mind at a time like this. ]
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larus lifts his head, and dorian's face suddenly comes into sharp focus. he's awake, he thinks. this is real, swallowing around the tang of blood in his mouth as he tries to get his lips to work. his entire body hurts. his teeth ache. ]
I'm... [ it's more of a gurgle than actually words. ] I'm fine.
[ he lifts a hand up to do something, forgets what it was and rests his fingers against the weight of the hand on his jaw. there's red there, smearing across dorian's skin, and there's an idle thought that he's probably ruining his clothes with the amount of blood he's already lost. strange how that's the only thing that comes to mind at a time like this. ]
You – didn't have to come.