The physicality of the dream was something else entirely. Something Dilan wasn't ready for. Not when he still felt like it had been partially real. Dilan smiled bitterly. "Why was he hunting me? Who knows. Perhaps he is still angry about being back in his cage..." Yes. Call it a cage. He had to hold that angry darkness inside of him back. Xaldin was dangerous...
Aeleus was quiet for too long. Dilan frowned, not risking more pain by turning to look at his friend. "...Aeleus...?"
Bear with me? The frown quickly turned to a scowl. Dilan straightened his head, some of his locks falling against his back from where he had pulled them across his shoulder. "What are you..."
Pain.
Dilan's eyes widened, barely having time to keep down a sharp yelp at the feel of the Cure spell on him. Part of it was warm, soothing, easing some of the pain in his muscles. But by the Light it hurt. Deep, bone-deep, making him grit his teeth and bear it as well as he could without crying out. His violet eyes scrunched tight against it. Aeleus's fingers might as well have been knives as they probed sensitive flesh and bone. But he was a soldier. He could tolerate worst pain than this. Far worse. But every pulse of Cure was digging deep, and it shouldn't hurt. At all.
Aeleus's thumb pressed against something hard in his right shoulder. At first he grumbled at the discomfort it caused, irritated by the fresh bloom of pain. But then another pulse came. The pain...changed. Half pain, half deep, throbbing pressure. His eyes widened at the sensation, his stomach twisting in on itself and threatening to empty its contents.
Something is growing.
Fresh fear gripped him, and he tensed his whole shoulder, holding it back. The spike of pain was brutal enough to make him cry out this time. He jerked away from Aeleus, hand to his shoulder, fingers desperate to pull at the thing inside his back. "Stop! Don't touch me!"
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Aeleus was quiet for too long. Dilan frowned, not risking more pain by turning to look at his friend. "...Aeleus...?"
Bear with me? The frown quickly turned to a scowl. Dilan straightened his head, some of his locks falling against his back from where he had pulled them across his shoulder. "What are you..."
Pain.
Dilan's eyes widened, barely having time to keep down a sharp yelp at the feel of the Cure spell on him. Part of it was warm, soothing, easing some of the pain in his muscles. But by the Light it hurt. Deep, bone-deep, making him grit his teeth and bear it as well as he could without crying out. His violet eyes scrunched tight against it. Aeleus's fingers might as well have been knives as they probed sensitive flesh and bone. But he was a soldier. He could tolerate worst pain than this. Far worse. But every pulse of Cure was digging deep, and it shouldn't hurt. At all.
Aeleus's thumb pressed against something hard in his right shoulder. At first he grumbled at the discomfort it caused, irritated by the fresh bloom of pain. But then another pulse came. The pain...changed. Half pain, half deep, throbbing pressure. His eyes widened at the sensation, his stomach twisting in on itself and threatening to empty its contents.
Something is growing.
Fresh fear gripped him, and he tensed his whole shoulder, holding it back. The spike of pain was brutal enough to make him cry out this time. He jerked away from Aeleus, hand to his shoulder, fingers desperate to pull at the thing inside his back. "Stop! Don't touch me!"