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.
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.
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.
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.
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"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.
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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.
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