[ Well, if there's anything that'll startle him out of a nap in the sink, it's this.
Her violent coughing and the crashing glass rattles him awake, instinct kicking in before he his mind has time to catch up with what's really going on. All he knows is Alisaie is awake, and that was rarely a good thing these days, because it usually meant a fresh wave of suffering for her. He leaves the sink running, feet carrying him to the bedroom in a near-stumble. Peo is whining nervously by the time he gets there, and even in the almost-light of dawn, he can make out the crimson staining her face, her hands, the sheets.
It's never been this bad, but whereas before the sight would have stopped in his tracks, he moves swiftly to her side, hands lifting to cradle her head. But the calmness with which he approaches her is a precipitous betrayal, an acceptance of the fear he's fought so hard to keep at bay. But now it sweeps over him, vulnerable and bare, like a blanket.
Or maybe he's just tired. ]
Alisaie - can you hear me? Please - just...Give me a sign.
[ He will take anything she can give him. Anything to turn back his thoughts, to drown out that which could suffocate him.
That she's dying, and the cure - if there even is a cure - will come too late. ]
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Her violent coughing and the crashing glass rattles him awake, instinct kicking in before he his mind has time to catch up with what's really going on. All he knows is Alisaie is awake, and that was rarely a good thing these days, because it usually meant a fresh wave of suffering for her. He leaves the sink running, feet carrying him to the bedroom in a near-stumble. Peo is whining nervously by the time he gets there, and even in the almost-light of dawn, he can make out the crimson staining her face, her hands, the sheets.
It's never been this bad, but whereas before the sight would have stopped in his tracks, he moves swiftly to her side, hands lifting to cradle her head. But the calmness with which he approaches her is a precipitous betrayal, an acceptance of the fear he's fought so hard to keep at bay. But now it sweeps over him, vulnerable and bare, like a blanket.
Or maybe he's just tired. ]
Alisaie - can you hear me? Please - just...Give me a sign.
[ He will take anything she can give him. Anything to turn back his thoughts, to drown out that which could suffocate him.
That she's dying, and the cure - if there even is a cure - will come too late. ]