burning versus drowning
deluge & morwenna
Bard
04-19-2024, 09:38 PM
Tears, fuck, he bites his own back. Just saltwater stinging his eyes, and Dread reaching for Deluge. If she'd swung on him, fuck, he'd have deserved it. Her touch is gentle instead, and he pulls the girl closer. Ever closer. "I promise... I promise..." the words come, strangled, as he's trying to catch his breath. Spoken like an oath, hanging in the space between them. Can't scare her like that again. Codependency is dangerous, but when have they ever been anything but? Unstoppable force, immovable object. Danger at its finest. Perhaps more dangerous than they've ever been. Was he at risk of becoming unmoored? Worse than that. Dread doubles down, comes closer. Holds closer, holds tighter to Deluge, though he doesn't buck Morwenna's assistance. The grim reaction to his ear... could have guessed as much, and her demeanor confirmed it. "Hooch--" Dread's direction to his little devil is stout, breath shaky. It was a gesture for another bottle, two more, fuck... more. Whatever it would take to get the edge off things to come. Roan ambles off, soon to return. Edge. Dread is on edge, intentionally sinking deeper into the sand beneath his shoulder. A storm brewing in his chest, waves breaking over his ribcage. The war in his head, in his bloodstream. It's been an active combat zone in here since day one. Has to do some damage over time. Profound bitterness washing over the man, his head spinning with it. Bitterness, but it's bitterness to mask something else. Grief. So much time in his early days has been spent grieving. Spent grappling. It's in this moment that Dread is finally able to shatter the grip, wrench free from it. Enough blood will grease the gears. "Can't fucking believe him," Growled words, though he relents to the healer's gentle touch. She's careful as she tends to Deluge, and he won't interfere. "Brother, my ass." Dread made to flick the tattered ear, hissing as the pain spiderwebbed down the side of his face. If he's freeing himself of grief, he's freeing himself of more. Here in the sand, dragged from the sea, coming to life in ways he could only dream of. Dread will sit like a rock for Morwenna, he knows better. Sitting still, thoughts racing. Roan returns with enough alcohol to go around, and Dread is quick to press it to his lips. Drinking deeply, heavily-- the Raider lifestyle isn't so bad. "Politics and war games, it only works if they turn men into monsters." The words are rough, feel like sandpaper in his throat. Dread's chest was on fire. "There's no scaring them away, there's only settling the score." The words are heavy on his lips. All of it is heavy. Everything hurts, and Dread wants more than anything, to sleep. |
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