RP: Alistair (fereldens_king) (NSFW content down the way)

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Daylen hadn't slept well in years. Demons had tried to play their games, and when they weren't toying with him, nightmares of all the ways he'd failed Alistair all those years ago plagued him.

Figures it would take a botched grab for his own death, spurred by what he'd now been told was a false Calling, and a bizarre side-trip into the Fade to bring him a little peace.

Peace that had everything to do with the warm bulk of this impossible man beside him. Behind him? He wasn't sure as he came awake by bits and pieces. He was sprawled on his stomach, rolled there from his side in the... night? Did it count as night? He thought it might actually be darker now than it had been when they'd climbed into the bed.

And now that he was awake he could think about all the things he'd done yesterday since falling out of the Deep Roads and to this strange place that he shouldn't have.

Probably including climbing into bed with this Alistair, this strange mirror of his own Voice who he'd been aching to follow into death for years and now... He sighed raggedly, burying his face in the pillow under his head and tried to grapple with the sudden twist of loathing he felt for himself.

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(OOC: That sounds perfect!)

Alistair's agreement made Daylen frown suspiciously at him for just a moment, unsure if he felt relieved or... disappointed. Because now he was going to have to leave him, put on clothes, wander off and try to figure his own head out. Which was something he'd been failing to do for years now.

The offered hand made the corner of his mouth lift in a sad half-smile, and he took it, leaning down to rest his forehead against Alistair's for a brief touch. "I have no idea how far I can wander, but it sounded like from the book, there aren't that many places I could go." He gave him a kiss on the brow, breathed in the scent of his hair, and then slid over his legs and off the bed.

He didn't look over his shoulder as he hunted up the shirt and and belt Alistair had brought him, boots that weren't covered in filth and blight. "Maker, I need to burn all of that in case it's tainted," he muttered. He grabbed his staff's sling and hooked it over his back. Just in case.

"So... see you soon?" he asked quietly as he walked toward the door. He looked smaller, felt smaller, even this much distance bringing a sucking sensation of defeat, melancholy. But Alistair was being hurt by him, and he couldn't abide that.

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The farther Daylen was from him, the quieter the aching noise became. But in it's place came a wave of sadness, of longing, of loneliness. It took all of Alistair's will not to grab Daylen in his arms and try hide the two of them away from all of this frustrating mess.

"Whenever you wish, Daylen. I'm sure I'll be right as rain soon. This..." Alistair made a vague gesture at his head. "Has never lasted long before." His own expression spoke of forced calm, a poorly fitted mask for his aching head and his own melancholy.

(OOC: So, either you or I can start a "after they've had some time to think" thread, if you like. No, I'm not really invested in seeing these two suffer and eventually have a happy, lusty ending, why do you ask? *grin*)

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Daylen could really pull a guilty pair of puppy eyes, couldn't he? He nodded to Alistair, took a measured breath, telling himself that he'd be fine, they'd see each other again very soon, and that he wasn't going to disappear just because they were parted.

He forced himself out the door, letting it fall shut with a soft thump behind him.

(OOC: K. Thread closed. Gonna PM about next scene.)