PLAYER PLOT: Until We Sleep

[byblow]

WHO: Adalia, Alistair, Freddie, Herian, Loghain, Medicine Seller, Melys, Nathaniel, Notas, Teren.
WHAT: Rescuing a king, maybe.
WHEN: Early Wintermarch
WHERE: An island off Seheron, the Fade
NOTES: Violence, disturbing imagery.

GETTING THERE • INFILTRATION • THE FADE • THE KING • AFTERWARDS

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[mactears]

He looks from Nate's furrowed brows to Teren, holds her gaze and does not think to guard his eyes from her, either. Yes, he came for her; somehow, that certainty seems to be the most natural thing in the world.

He steps forward without thinking to touch her shoulder, to open his arms to her, should she want it. He would not want to cage her, not again, not even to offer her comfort--

Then Nate vanishes, and around him he can feel the dream, the Fade, beginning to melt away.

"Teren," he starts, looking back to her in alarm, and touches her face without thinking.

[doneisdone]

Even before things went so sour for her, Teren was never much of a hugger; but if ever in her life she needed one, it's now. She welcomes the touch to her shoulder, nearly leaning into it-- but then Nate's gone.
"What's happening," she rasps, stepping closer to Loghain as the world shifts around them, becoming somehow more terrifying than her worst nightmare. He touches her face, and when she meets his eyes, there's panic there.

[mactears]

Blackness is converging upon them, shifting and changing the terrain, and all he can see suddenly are her frightened eyes, the way she clutches to him--

So he kisses her. It's quick, it's brief, it's heartfelt--it's all he has time for. "I'll find you," he has time to promise, his forehead against hers.

Then he, too, is gone.

[doneisdone]

Nothing about this situation is okay, and Teren feels the horror rising in her; but it's mitigated, however briefly, when Loghain touches his lips to hers. She has just long enough to look surprised before he vanishes, a sufficient distraction to keep her unaware until she does too.