[closed] 2 feet below the surface I can still make out your wavy face

[dalishious]

WHO: Merrick, Metaari, Pel and Cyril
WHAT: The three of them try to calm Merrick down. It's going to be a long, long night.
WHEN: Right after this.
WHERE: From Cade's quarters to Cy and Merrick's
NOTES: PTSD symptoms, self-harm, probably more. Also like flashbacks of suicide and stuff it's not gonna be a pleasant log ok

From the moment his fist had connected with Cade's face, Merrick had stopped being Merrick-- at least, the Merrick that exists right now. He's a child, scrambling to make sense of the ragged emotions tearing through his tiny body, frantically reaching out for something he can never have again. He's a creature made of grief and helplessness and hate, hate so terrible and hot and thick and burning through his skin and sinew and down to his skeleton--

He's crushed against Metaari's chest, and he claws at the qunari's jacket, letting out keening noises and ragged moans as he is carried away. He has no sense of where he is anymore. He is somewhere else entirely.

Comments

[metaari]

"I get it, Cyril. It's now or never." Metaari cracks his neck slightly and turns to head off down the hall to go and, finally, get the water. He glances back just briefly with a lopsided grin. "I pick never. The rough part is the rest of you are going to be stuck with me."

He turns to face forward again, lifting a hand to wave for Cyril to catch up. "Let's get the water and get back, yeah?"

[samahl]

Cyril can't help it, a small smile cracks through the serious expression on his face. It's probably the last smile he'll have tonight. He can't help it, Metaari's commitment means everything right now.

"Let's," he agrees. Then he focuses on getting what they need and getting back to Pel and Merrick.