hyperlit: (to get your potions)
ᴅʀɪғᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] hyperlit) wrote in [community profile] aftr_ooc 2018-04-29 04:07 am (UTC)

[He is far from fine. If the Drifter could tsk in disapproval, perhaps they would. But that stalwart firmness, that resolution to press forward despite all else - that is a familiar thing. They can recognize it in another just as easily as they can in themself. Any further protest melts away. A little thing like the illness filling their lungs with their own blood, slowly and steadily killing them like a poison dripped across their soul, could never stop them.]

[Why should a limp stop this one?]

[He at least seems to have something of a vague notion as to where he wants to go. Very well. They comply easily, blade alight with a steady hum. The light doesn't scatter the shades that continue to swirl at them, but the bolt of adrenaline that each one inspires at least ensures that the Drifter will not slump over and allow the sleep to smother them alive.]

[There must be a way out.]

[Perhaps...it is the same as it was the last time, in the Water.]


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