PLAYER PLOT: Enfenim

[mythalenaste]

WHO: Pel, Sina, Cyril, Beleth, Sorrel, Myr, Saoirse, side of Anders and Alistair
WHAT: A demon has trapped Pel in the Fade.
WHEN: Forward-Dated to 25 Firstfall
WHERE: The Gallows, the Fade
NOTES: Trigger warning bonanza for insects, body horror, corpses, dismemberment/maiming, death, illness, drowning, blood + will update if any more happen.

What am I to do with all of these dolls?
They've covered the floors, they've covered the walls.
They're stacked up chin-high all over the floor,
But my greedy child is screaming for more...

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Epilogue | Open to All

[mythalenaste]

Everything is loud. It takes Pel a moment to realize that the cacophony is a mere two voices, at which point she opens her eyes. Since she was not sent into the Fade with lyrium, she was the least lucid in dreaming, and it takes her a moment to remember what she dreamed. She sits up suddenly, eyes darting about to each dreamer as they all wake at once, and to Anders and Alistair and her beautiful, perfect daughter they are watching.

For her.

"You all came," she gasps. "You really came for me!"

[writteninblood]

Sorrel loves Pel like a sister. Exactly like a sister, in fact-- like his own sister. Well, perhaps not exactly like Beleth, of course, but in this moment, his response to Pel bears an uncanny similarity to his response had their places been exchanged and it was his actual twin they were all gathered to rescue, rather than Pel. He rolls to his feet, takes the three long strides to Pel's side, and reaches out--

Sorrel slaps the back of Pel's head hard enough to muss her hair, "You dumb-ass. You complete, utter idiot! What are you thinking? You had all of us worried sick, and of course we came for you; we love you, for some reason, Mythal only knows what!"

[justice_is_blond]

He'd been thinking about hanging back. It's not like he went into the Fade, after all. And then the unfamiliar Dalish in the room slaps Pel on the back of the head. Not hard, but still.

Anders steps forward to put an arm between the guy and Pel. "I'd strongly advise against hitting the patient, please. She's had enough to deal with."

[arlathvhen]

It doesn't surprise Beleth when she wakes up with tears in her eyes. Nor does it surprise her when the first thing Sorrel does upon waking up is lash out at Pel. That's just her brother showing his love in his own, special Sorrel way.

Which is to say, like a dumbass.

Beleth should get in there and play peacemaker. Assure Anders that Sorrel isn't being really violent, and get Sorrel to stand down. But that involves more energy than she feels like she possesses, and instead, she just presses a hand to her mouth, eyes closed. Part of her is tempted to lay back down and go back into her own dreams. Part of her never wants to sleep again. The part that's still rational comes upon an idea to solve the issue, and she pulls her hand away from her mouth to speak.

"Sorrel, please." It's a soft, quiet plea, with a hand reaching out to him. She needs a hug. He probably needs one, too. And he can't go around hitting people if he's hugging her, probably.

[writteninblood]

Sorrel's second impulse is to punch Anders as hard as he can. He's emotionally compromised and a human is putting himself where, to his mind, he has no right to be; this is a family concern, nothing to do with--

But his first reaction is somewhat wiser, if no more considered. So he lets Beleth pull him away for a hug. But grumpily. He'll fight you, Anders, for the sake of some ill-conceived notion about somehow defending Pel from...something. It doesn't have to make sense, he's had a hard day: he doesn't yet know how much harder it's yet to be.

[samahl]

When Cyril wakes up it takes a moment to orient himself. Once he does, though, he doesn't speak. He only gets up and goes over to Pel.

Once Sorrel gives him some space to move closer to her, he reaches out and gives her a hug. For a moment all he wants is physical reassure that both of them are alive, real, and made it out of that nightmare.

He doesn't even have a quip about it right away.

[faithlikeaseed]

Waking is--

Difficult. It always is, to give up sight in the Fade for its absence on this side of the Veil. Compounded by being partly in the company of strangers (whose faces he now knows when there are other, dearer ones he does not), and again that he's not been sleeping well since Nevarra... So Myr is slow to sit up, folding briefly in on himself as he sifts through those last memories of Pel's nightmare and puts them in their proper place. (As he hoists up his usual warm disposition and fixes it firmly in place.)

"Of course we did," he says at last, echoing Sorrel--less the grumpiness. "You'd do the same for us, after all." He swings his legs off the cot, feeling around to find his staff and take it up again before standing and giving Pel's direction a fond, sad smile.

"We're glad to have you back."

[justice_is_blond]

He closely watches the rest of them as they get up, not for risk to Pel, but to evaluate if there might be any lingering damage from the Fade. Injuries there don't always translate to the living realm, it's inconsistent. But they might... and they don't seem to have. They're moving slowly, but not gingerly.

Nodding to himself more than anyone else, Anders steps back and leans against the wall, a little tired himself. More than a little tired, but this has nothing on when he'd been possessed so he's all right.

"Some of us just came to play with the baby while the others did the work," he says, a little smile on his face and in his voice.