[ Xenk does not dream. He so rarely does -- and when he does, it's nothing good. He's fortunate then that this particular night is one of the blank ones. A simple open and shut, and he's out.
But sleeping like the dead doesn't mean Xenk doesn't wake easily. On the contrary, he hears and feels Astarion thrashing beside him before he even opens his eyes. It's dark, of course, but darkvision is something they share. Xenk immediately rolls over, catching Astarion in the throes of a nightmare. Considering the night they'd had, and the stories Astarion has told him, there's really no need to guess what the subject could be. ]
Astarion.
[ Xenk calls, trying in vain to wake him. He's careful to avoid touch, for fear of making it worse, but it's clear enough that Astarion will only wake of his own power. The terror in his scream drives a blade through Xenk's heart -- so much pain, such an unjust fate.
Xenk reaches for him carefully, placing a hand on his shoulder, in clear sight to avoid any surprises. He wants to pull him into an embrace, or provide some physical proof of this being reality, but for now, all he does is this. ]
This is real, Astarion. Whatever you saw, it is no longer your truth. You are here.
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But sleeping like the dead doesn't mean Xenk doesn't wake easily. On the contrary, he hears and feels Astarion thrashing beside him before he even opens his eyes. It's dark, of course, but darkvision is something they share. Xenk immediately rolls over, catching Astarion in the throes of a nightmare. Considering the night they'd had, and the stories Astarion has told him, there's really no need to guess what the subject could be. ]
Astarion.
[ Xenk calls, trying in vain to wake him. He's careful to avoid touch, for fear of making it worse, but it's clear enough that Astarion will only wake of his own power. The terror in his scream drives a blade through Xenk's heart -- so much pain, such an unjust fate.
Xenk reaches for him carefully, placing a hand on his shoulder, in clear sight to avoid any surprises. He wants to pull him into an embrace, or provide some physical proof of this being reality, but for now, all he does is this. ]
This is real, Astarion. Whatever you saw, it is no longer your truth. You are here.