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.
He realizes with a sudden, aching certainty, that he knows the withered figure attached to the nightmarish machine in the distance. Loghain makes a noise that is hard to place--not cry, not gasp, just a shaky inhalation, completely unnecessary in this place and yet he cannot stop himself--
He knows where they are, suddenly.
"Maric--" the name bursts out of him, and he steps forward, walking towards the distant figure, but it's like walking towards a distant mountain. He'll never get there, never reach him in time, it's already far too late--
Maric — that name sparks recognition in Adalia, and her eyes widen as she remembers: Maric is the entire reason they're here. They have to rescue him, so Alistair can have the reunion with his father she's never going to have. Someone should get a happy ending, and she was going to make sure it would be Alistair.
But this is a dream, and people aren't supposed to be able to be physically in the Fade, which means —
"Loghain, I don't think he's real..."
It feels cruel to say, after his reaction to realizing who it was, but — he should know, right? She can't let him get pulled into this the way she had been. Adalia can still feel her skin crawling, like scales are just waiting beneath the surface, but as long as she remembers this is a dream she can control it. Loghain can't forget — who will remind her?
"You said it yourself, this is a dream. Right? He can't be here."
He doesn't stop walking towards that distant shape, but something in her voice makes his steps stumble, causes him to dart a look back at her with creased brows and clear incomprehension in his eyes. "What?" He doesn't say the word so much as mouth it, before his eyes are drawn back to that shape.
"I can't leave him," he says, the words coming out of him like bits of broken glass. "Not again. You can't know, you can't know how I searched, how close I came. I have to go."
Already with each step he takes, he's seems to be stepping out of her dream and into--something else. Soon, he will be gone from view completely.
Oh, if her heart could break any further — Adalia steps forward, then stops, nervously glancing around herself. She can't just let him go, right? If he leaves, he'll be stuck in a dream, and she'll fall back into hers. He has to stay here.
But it's so cruel to keep him from Maric, when he's worked so hard to find him — maybe she could go with him?
Loghain is almost out of sight when Adalia finally makes up her mind. He'll never catch Maric this way, it's all a dream — he'll just keep wandering, getting no closer than he started. For his own good and hers, she has to keep him here.
Adalia runs forward, extending her hand as though cracking a whip. A lash of lightning appears in the air in front of her, and she cracks it again, reaching for Loghain. The whip of electricity curls around his waist and she pulls backward with all her might, trying to drag him closer.
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He realizes with a sudden, aching certainty, that he knows the withered figure attached to the nightmarish machine in the distance. Loghain makes a noise that is hard to place--not cry, not gasp, just a shaky inhalation, completely unnecessary in this place and yet he cannot stop himself--
He knows where they are, suddenly.
"Maric--" the name bursts out of him, and he steps forward, walking towards the distant figure, but it's like walking towards a distant mountain. He'll never get there, never reach him in time, it's already far too late--
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But this is a dream, and people aren't supposed to be able to be physically in the Fade, which means —
"Loghain, I don't think he's real..."
It feels cruel to say, after his reaction to realizing who it was, but — he should know, right? She can't let him get pulled into this the way she had been. Adalia can still feel her skin crawling, like scales are just waiting beneath the surface, but as long as she remembers this is a dream she can control it. Loghain can't forget — who will remind her?
"You said it yourself, this is a dream. Right? He can't be here."
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"I can't leave him," he says, the words coming out of him like bits of broken glass. "Not again. You can't know, you can't know how I searched, how close I came. I have to go."
Already with each step he takes, he's seems to be stepping out of her dream and into--something else. Soon, he will be gone from view completely.
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But it's so cruel to keep him from Maric, when he's worked so hard to find him — maybe she could go with him?
Loghain is almost out of sight when Adalia finally makes up her mind. He'll never catch Maric this way, it's all a dream — he'll just keep wandering, getting no closer than he started. For his own good and hers, she has to keep him here.
Adalia runs forward, extending her hand as though cracking a whip. A lash of lightning appears in the air in front of her, and she cracks it again, reaching for Loghain. The whip of electricity curls around his waist and she pulls backward with all her might, trying to drag him closer.