Who: Cidolfus Telamon & Benedikta Harman. Status: Closed. Where: The Roost, The Farplane. What: Cid and Benedikta move to a new house in the Roost. Event stuff later. Warnings: The usual. :)
[She clings to him tighter, her fingers curling into a white-knuckle grip around his jacket. Any more and she'd risk tearing right through the leather, she thinks, but that doesn't stop her.
Her voice is hoarse, her back aching from the aether that she'd tried to use up, and her eyes are burning from tears that she fights to hold back, even as she lifts her face from his chest long enough to look at him. To make sure that he is really there and real and not just some figment of her imagination, an image conjured up by the Farplane or wherever they are in the darkest pits of it. A trembling hand moves up to his face, and as soon as she touches it, soul or not, she breathes out a small sigh of relief.]
What they said was true...
[It's not that she didn't believe them, but seeing it for herself... feeling it for herself is more terrifying than simply hearing rumours.]
[She closes her eyes, presses her face into his palm, and tries to breathe slowly, clinging to each and every one of his words and reassurances.]
... I don't want to die, Cidolfus. I don't... Not here.
[Not anywhere. And this had only reminded her of her mortality. She is not even dead yet and still, they had tried to drag her deeper.]
Had they succeeded... Had you not been here...
[She doesn't want to think about it, so she bites down on her lip, stalling the thought, and she finds the place in the crook of his neck and shoulder again.]
[His hand moves to the back of her head as he just cradles her close, again feeling his heart breaking into pieces. After everything they had gone through once...]
I know, love... I know.
[And really, there's not much he can say. At this point, what she needs most is just his presence and his warmth, that security and reassurance. He also doesn't want to think about what could have happened, so this is also for himself. To feel her in his arms, to calm his own racing pulse (can they even hear or feel that now?), and steady his frayed nerves.]
[He does not need to say anything. Just his voice, his warmth, his mere presence is enough to soothe her rattled heart, and though that fear sticks to her relentlessly, her breaths start to come a little easier. It's enough to shake the thoughts of what if he had not been there—something that she doesn't wish to think about or imagine either.
They sit there like that for some time, with her holding onto him like she may never let go, and she simply breathes him in in any way she can in this form, reminding herself that he is just as much here as he would be were they on the surface. She lets her frightened tears fall, lets herself sob quietly into his chest, and tries to push past it.
Only when her breathing has evened out some is when she lifts her head, looking at him for several beats before she glances around them.]
[He lets her take as long as she needs, waiting it out as it gives him time to finally calm as well. He does keep his wits about him, too, keeping an eye out for anything that might approach, but perhaps the explosion of lightning was enough to keep things at bay for now.
So when she finally seems to calm and move, he releases a low breath.]
Honestly, I am not sure. Somewhere deep in the Uncharted I can only assume, but this place looks worse than the blight.
[It could be what they were warned about, areas corrupted by malignant energy and that blackwater business.]
Regardless, we shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's just use the talismans to return.
[She nods slowly, looking around them again, before her hand goes to her jacket, to the front where she was keeping her talisman...
...
Her hand scrambles a bit when she doesn't feel it there and she finally remembers—]
It dropped. I tried to use it, and it fell out of my hand.
[Her gaze moves up, searching for where they had fallen from, but she had been dragged far enough by now that she can no longer see the coloured corals and instead sees only black.]
[His eyes widen at that before he swears under his breath.]
And I don't know if these things work for more than one...damn.
[Though he's not angry at her, more at the ghosts that caused all this. One "good" thing about his mad dashing is he can still see the signs of where his lightning charred the ground, so his eyes look back to where they've come from.]
[She tries to lift herself up, groaning when a new sort of exhaustion hits. She'd used up more of her aether than she thought, and she doesn't even know how much of it she had in the first place in this particular form...]
No... we might as well finish what we came here to do...
[They are down here, aren't they? And she hates that she feels so goddamn helpless right now.]
[She still holds onto him even as they stand, groaning at the pressure building in her back and shoulders. Could it be that these sorts of things have carried over...? But once she's standing, she can at least get a better look at their surroundings, all of which leave much to be desired.]
What exactly are we looking for? Something that will perhaps lead us there...
If it's one of those cracks, I hear they're quite noticeable, like a tear in the sky or on the ground. There are likely a lot of ghosts gathering around it, too, so that's another tell.
[If there's one thing he knows that can help get her spirits moving, is getting payback. But he also won't push her too hard, either, still wary about her condition, both physically and mentally.
Looking down the path, it looks to cut deeper into the darkness, but he can see in the far distance some movement. Large, shadowy creatures as well as smaller ones that flit over the blackened landscape.]
[Just as they are about to move, her first step halts partway and she turns to look at him with every bit of worry that she has, everything else still slowly sinking in from what had happened.]
[...Ah so she noticed. He just gives her a light smile.]
I only used it to move faster and then for that one attack at the end. So not too much.
[Relatively. He did cough a little and felt some strain, but compared to what he had to use against Ultima, it really wasn't much and within a reasonable amount.]
... Alright. But I would very much like this needing to save each other thing to end.
[It does little to ease the worry, and her eyes continue to search his face even in the dim light, like she will find the answers there that he refuses to give her. There are some black stains on his clothes, similar to the ones that stick to hers, and she carefully tries to brush it away with her sleeve.]
[Her brow scrunches with distaste, as she tries to wipe more of it from his clothes to no avail. All it does is spread it further, and she's not sure that it's much better that way.]
A shame there is nowhere to wash it off down here.
[That is not a risk she is willing to take.
She leans in to press a quick but grateful kiss to his lips in thanks for what he did earlier. She will be certain to thank him properly for it later, once they are out of here.]
But if you are sure you are feeling alright, then... we can be on our way.
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Her voice is hoarse, her back aching from the aether that she'd tried to use up, and her eyes are burning from tears that she fights to hold back, even as she lifts her face from his chest long enough to look at him. To make sure that he is really there and real and not just some figment of her imagination, an image conjured up by the Farplane or wherever they are in the darkest pits of it. A trembling hand moves up to his face, and as soon as she touches it, soul or not, she breathes out a small sigh of relief.]
What they said was true...
[It's not that she didn't believe them, but seeing it for herself... feeling it for herself is more terrifying than simply hearing rumours.]
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Not here.
[His own hand moves to cup her cheek, holding her gaze.]
We may be dead in our world, but not in this one. It may be unfair for them, but that's just how it is.
Our time will come again, but not now. Not for a long time.
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... I don't want to die, Cidolfus. I don't... Not here.
[Not anywhere. And this had only reminded her of her mortality. She is not even dead yet and still, they had tried to drag her deeper.]
Had they succeeded... Had you not been here...
[She doesn't want to think about it, so she bites down on her lip, stalling the thought, and she finds the place in the crook of his neck and shoulder again.]
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I know, love... I know.
[And really, there's not much he can say. At this point, what she needs most is just his presence and his warmth, that security and reassurance. He also doesn't want to think about what could have happened, so this is also for himself. To feel her in his arms, to calm his own racing pulse (can they even hear or feel that now?), and steady his frayed nerves.]
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They sit there like that for some time, with her holding onto him like she may never let go, and she simply breathes him in in any way she can in this form, reminding herself that he is just as much here as he would be were they on the surface. She lets her frightened tears fall, lets herself sob quietly into his chest, and tries to push past it.
Only when her breathing has evened out some is when she lifts her head, looking at him for several beats before she glances around them.]
... Where are we?
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So when she finally seems to calm and move, he releases a low breath.]
Honestly, I am not sure. Somewhere deep in the Uncharted I can only assume, but this place looks worse than the blight.
[It could be what they were warned about, areas corrupted by malignant energy and that blackwater business.]
Regardless, we shouldn't stay here any longer. Let's just use the talismans to return.
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...
Her hand scrambles a bit when she doesn't feel it there and she finally remembers—]
It dropped. I tried to use it, and it fell out of my hand.
[Her gaze moves up, searching for where they had fallen from, but she had been dragged far enough by now that she can no longer see the coloured corals and instead sees only black.]
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And I don't know if these things work for more than one...damn.
[Though he's not angry at her, more at the ghosts that caused all this. One "good" thing about his mad dashing is he can still see the signs of where his lightning charred the ground, so his eyes look back to where they've come from.]
We'll just have to try and head back on our own.
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No... we might as well finish what we came here to do...
[They are down here, aren't they? And she hates that she feels so goddamn helpless right now.]
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[He's quick to support her, his arm still fast around her.]
There's no need to push yourself, we can come back again later.
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[She leans her weight against him as she tries again, this time managing with a bit of a stumble.]
We need to get rid of these fucking ghosts and these cracks...
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...All right. At least it shouldn't be too hard to find in this place.
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What exactly are we looking for? Something that will perhaps lead us there...
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...You mean like the ghosts that just tried to snatch me...
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[His arm around her squeezes her a little in reassurance.]
But also the best way to get revenge, eh?
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I'd rather not have to do it at all, but...
[The idea seems to work in firing her up again, albeit slowly. She falters a little before she rights herself again and starts to move forward.]
Shall we just follow this path?
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Looking down the path, it looks to cut deeper into the darkness, but he can see in the far distance some movement. Large, shadowy creatures as well as smaller ones that flit over the blackened landscape.]
Looks about as good as any. Just stay close.
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... You—are you alright? You are not hurt?
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Aye, I'm fine. Had a few tumbles but nothing I can't walk off from.
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But you were semi-primed. Your aether, that did not do anything to you?
[Her stomach sinks, because how many times has he put himself at risk for her?]
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I only used it to move faster and then for that one attack at the end. So not too much.
[Relatively. He did cough a little and felt some strain, but compared to what he had to use against Ultima, it really wasn't much and within a reasonable amount.]
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[It does little to ease the worry, and her eyes continue to search his face even in the dim light, like she will find the answers there that he refuses to give her. There are some black stains on his clothes, similar to the ones that stick to hers, and she carefully tries to brush it away with her sleeve.]
What is this?
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[He also would like this cycle to end. But at her question, he glances down and furrows his brows.]
My guess is that blackwater stuff they were warning us about. Doesn't look like we got too much on us, but best be careful.
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A shame there is nowhere to wash it off down here.
[That is not a risk she is willing to take.
She leans in to press a quick but grateful kiss to his lips in thanks for what he did earlier. She will be certain to thank him properly for it later, once they are out of here.]
But if you are sure you are feeling alright, then... we can be on our way.
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>>> and now things are weird
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